Monday, November 30, 2020

336 of 366: Keep quiet and think of what you've done

All the excuse in the world
Will never spare you from the truth
Lies will not last long
Especially that shallow facade
Eventually crumbles
You ought to explain every time
You just burn yourself

Sunday, November 29, 2020

335 of 366: At this point you give up and wait

In the light of romance
I left it all to chance
To whatever the day will bloom
No longer I feel gloom
Since all the chase have been naught
Wasted time and effort
Now in the time I love myself
Only waiting on what life will give 

Saturday, November 28, 2020

334 of 366: The only way from rock bottom is up so start climbing

Motivation was lost 
For a lower cause
In aim of greatness
You lose yourself
Now behind of things
You feel yourself crumbling
Tired from the beginning
Even when work amounts to nothing
Now with a heavy feeling
You try to go on
Pick up of what is left
And fight with a greater end
Because being burnt out
Is never the end truly
You just need some rest timely
And all the drive lost before
Will come back even more
Rock bottom only means
Nothing more can be your losing
The only way is up from here
So stand, make your thoughts clear

Friday, November 27, 2020

333 of 366: I feel mad for no reason, I hate it

For some reason I'm pissed
Angry at everything
Even though there is nothing
I should be mad about
Maybe the sight of discontent
Malice and incompetence
Rise and makes my blood boil
In all the complaints
The acid is slowly rising
It seeps into the mind
Creating monsters of imaginary
I cannot confide
If everyone is an enemy

Thursday, November 26, 2020

332 of 366: Nothing personal, we just don't like you

Chase the night, the day is breaking
Stars are twinkling, slowly disappearing
Moon cools down, lost of sighting
As the sun rises, blindly staring
The night isn't so bad
It's just day is what we prefer to have

Wednesday, November 25, 2020

331 of 366: Meh.

Disappointed
But not surprised
We're all sick at this point
And tired as hell

Tuesday, November 24, 2020

330 of 366: I hate these

A little bummed
Clueless and exhausted
All the things easy before
Comes to me as a heavy chore
And that is saying a lot or more
Because these things I use to enjoy
But when upon me these tasks are forced
I find the joy of doing such is no more

Monday, November 23, 2020

329 of 366: Bored as hell, anxious a fuck

In all the possibilities existing
You exists here today
Whether or not it is you liking
You live here as you may
A reason to live is what we sought
But we all have reasons, regardless of thought
To live and struggle is the exchange of life
Meaning fate was never truly nice

Sunday, November 22, 2020

328 of 366: I have no drama today, i just hate how hot it is

Under the skin still seeping in
Bones cracking each other tackling
Lips are not shivering
Rather, peeling due to drying
Sweat slowly building
And shirts slowly wetting
Masks required are not helping
As they tightened breathing
I swear I felt a lung collapsing
But luckily it's just me overreacting

Saturday, November 21, 2020

327 of 36: Don't you hate it when they hurt you so you fight back and now you're the bad guy?

I'm still mad for reasons of yesterday
But feels the guilt of my attitude
But whose anger can be easily swayed
When there was too much disrespect
They lost all rationality
And now I'm the one plain evil
I reacted in a manner I was hurt
But I revenge is something I never thought
So now I keep all this pent up rage
Hoping they will lose as I age

Friday, November 20, 2020

326 of 366: oh shit

The things we feared before
Are illusion now, nothing more
They are things we yet to confirm
Just fears we kept within
Imagine the things missed
Because of the fear that persists
Opportunities kept hidden
Because faith wasn't given
But in the light where we lept
In the chance we always kept

Thursday, November 19, 2020

325 of 366: If you live your life listening solely to old people, you will never be happy

Every face in the city
Is a whole lifetime of story
A dreamer for more
But not one with flaws
Deranged in many forms
From a world full of scorn
Like you, they are scarred
Or not yet, still dumb
But everyone has a story to tell
And it is not for you to sell
They mind their own business
In the manner you should
Everyone is a but of mess
Just break the of hate
That has been imposed
The one thing that needs change
Is the hate traditions of the old

Wednesday, November 18, 2020

324 of 366: I will have someone someday, just not this one

Somewhere along the ambiguity
I have to let these feelings go
Little bursts of hope 
Ain't helping a possible long romance
The chase was long lost
Before it even began
No competition was held 
It was all for show
A clown thinking he could compete
A battle he never won before
In all the chase and war 
Not once I came out on top
Always giving way
Always giving up
So what makes this one different
But the belief someone out there
Is for me, still stands
Just not this one

Tuesday, November 17, 2020

323 of 366: Metal thrones melt

The cycle will never end
Because a lot don't want to
The world fits nicely to them
Why would you even change
A world that caters to you
But the balance has been too rough
That a tip is required
It may come sooner in our lifetime
That these bastards pay
Soon the tower where they all stand
And their golden thrones
Will melt and reform
For the people to have more
What they have now 
Is never eternal
The people will ask for payment
Debts will be paid

Monday, November 16, 2020

322 of 366: It really suck that they complain about you when it's really their fault

Embedded that we owe
To what we didn't even ask for
They asked for the responsibility
And leave in talks of accountability
There is no need to listen blindly
They asked for it
But somehow it's our fault
Despite we could have wished other wise

Sunday, November 15, 2020

321 of 366: At this point, you guys are hopeless I can only hope there's few of you

Grown men crying on words
Always falling on their woes
Tears they show are not real
Their struggle is nothing
Compare to what we feel
We don't give a damn
If that is their best
They asked for power and more
So they should put it all to test
Your logic are flawed
The moment you had faith
In something so hollow
That is clearly fake
You'd rather drown in awful things
And defend the false and wrongs
Than admit that you were wrong

Saturday, November 14, 2020

320 of 366: If you still blindly follow, you are legally stupid

The devil works everyday
He never rest, unlike some say
As evils lurks in strangest places
Even on the most innocent faces
Bleed we will if they lead
"Doing their best" all they plead
Whatever the hell they please 
But in crucial moments they are missed
Then attack those who help willingly
Crying to the followers following blindly
Acting as if nothing happened
Silencing the people's lament
But soon enough there will come a day
Where all these bastard would pay

Friday, November 13, 2020

319 of 366: On the verge of giving up I received an email and all fall into place

The things so cluttered then
Are all falling into place
Everything that happened in between
Are all just part of a chase
Chase of dreams that closely given up
As losing hope I didn't know I still have
Lost in every conceivable way
Light comes in, giving birth to day
The silver linings are now bright sunlight
Little rays of hope are now beaming light

Thursday, November 12, 2020

318 of 366: The men who cried wolf

Deafened ears will not listen
Even to the loudest screams
We expect so much from the common
And praise the bare minimum of the nobles
The rich will never understand
The struggles of living day to day at hand
Looking away to the things essential
Disappearing in moments of crucial  
Then cry of wolves when crisis averted
And show their faces no sign of red
Even claims the title of heroes
Despite being part of woes

Wednesday, November 11, 2020

317 of 366: Listening to elders blindly is as dangerous as slicing a fruit blindfolded

We listen to elders for wise advice
But even they are not susceptible
Sometimes their worst judgments rise
Even speaking the most despicable
We break the mold often than not
With cuts and bruises in the process
But mistakes doesn't happen much
Once you made so much along the way
One mistake does not define you
Because even they made myriad ones
So when they act like they know better
They probably do
But not all the time
The risks you make and take
Defines you, their criticisms do not

Tuesday, November 10, 2020

316 of 366: Mornings are better with surprises as long as it's pleasant

The morning breeze feels so pleasant now
And waking up early has been so fun
For a long time I wake up with a frown
But one thing change my mind
Suddenly the morning seems nicer
Even if the wind is a little bit cooler
Afternoons are bright, sun being higher
But nothing ruins the sweet moment linger
For all the hope I lost before
This came in, offering something more
Maybe things will work out in the end
Giving fruit to all the happiness suspends

Monday, November 9, 2020

315 of 366: The difference between patience and impatience is how worth it the result is

Threading the weaves of fate
Scouring every silver lining
Taking all the chances made
Cause it's not for us for the taking
Brightest colors slowly fade
Little perks that keeps us sane
No one asked to be made
But were out here surviving
Scouring the lines of scars
We all gathered along the way
From dreams that are afar
Waiting for destiny wave

Sunday, November 8, 2020

314 of 366: Great things in wrong places never really helps

Cries of the wolf all around
Howling on a moonless night
Ghosts around keeps circling by
Seeing no glimpse of heaven in sight
Wind is heavy, misting windows
Teary eyed kids
Crying for rest
Lights dimming, joy fading
Never have been this hopeless
Since yesterday's losses

Saturday, November 7, 2020

313 of 366: I'll do these things tomorrow because why not

Lost of the things
Important to mind
Taking care of self
Before putting others
The ones I strived through
Are put aside for now
Love the self so forgotten
Leave for a while

Friday, November 6, 2020

312 of 366: If things were easier then more people would do it

No one told me disappointment
Comes in many shapes and forms
Growing of all resentment
All the the thing you abhor
In all the thought you thought
That you did your best
To lose a battle hardfought
Can't be healed by ni amount of rest

Thursday, November 5, 2020

311 of 366: Build up and waiting

Words stuck at throat 
Choked of own fear
If things were admitted then
Maybe things were to be easier
But if haste has taken first
The build up may be wasted
But then again
No one assurres 
Where the build up will go

Wednesday, November 4, 2020

310 of 366: Tired I may seem

Tired and it may seem
The fight goes on and on
No time to rest 
But in the end
None will go for naught

Tuesday, November 3, 2020

309 of 366: The dread of waiting

Sunshine falls onto my lap 
As the wind breezes back
Clouds above goes dim and dim
Blocking the sun, losing all the gleam
A storm have passed
But one will come
In all the dreads of the world
Waiting seem to hurt the most
The feeling of something
Coming
But you are not seeing anything
Is the greatest fear of all

Monday, November 2, 2020

308 of 366: Controlling

The calm isn't so calm anymore
And the stillness is alarming
For all the chaos done before
Leader who refused to do any speaking
Afraid of accountability
In times of crisis they disappear
Disregarding a nation in tears
For all the crisis they caused
They seem to fear
The ones they can't control

Sunday, November 1, 2020

307 of 366: Rolly

 The wind blows strongly
As in the forecast accordingly
All are bracing for what's to come
Wishing it don't come at all
May there be another sunny day
Where we will all smile
But for now
Brace ourselves for the storm to come