The Ruin of Your Wager
You threw your fortunes to the wind,
and laid your bets upon an underachiever.
Did you not look behind the mask?
Did you not weigh the heavy cost?
The ink was dry on history’s page,
the warnings written in the dust.
Yet blindly, you ignored the past wreckage,
and signed away your sacred trust.
Look now upon the quiet ruin.
See how your chosen champion falls.
You backed a beast that thrives on chaos
while silence chokes these empty halls.
Just a quiet thought.
All this chaos you created, like a contagion you conveyed.
You cherish cunning and deceit, as you claimed.
Like a disease you spread your misfortunes and unsureness of the world that you lived in.
As a child I wished you were gone, as you beat me and belittled me until I bled.
This in your mind earned you your street cred, as you punished the people around you until you fled.
From the burdens and blunders that you dread, but dare declare an empty reply with that.'' Your sorry''.
All this worry and woe, tiptoeing around you- oh, how I must have misjudged you when you muttered,'' your sorry.''
Oh the worries cultivated a collection of complications, that piled up, needing a lorry to carry them around.
No, I won't shed a single tear from fear or pity, as I wish you were gone.
But it's okay for you to utter your hollow, 'Your sorry.''
Little by little, it sounds brittle,
As it is human.
Little by little, it starts breaking,
As if it were a mirror.
Little by little, everything is smashed,
As if it were a storm.
Why is everything a clutter of emotions?
Why does everything shatter in times of misfortune?
Why are there more questions than answers?
My only solace is God,
Yet thousands stand as my opponents.
A chapter I write at my desk,
A chapter I write to solve these puzzled questions.
Ah! Is this the mystery,
Or do I wish to create history?
I know there will be an end to all my chains,
But is that end only ignorance,
Or could it be death?
She saw everything in shades of black
Nothing seemed to touch her bitter heart
A dark cloud followed above her head
She wouldn’t or couldn’t crack a smile
Permanent shadows overtook her mind
Her so-called friends avoided her
She envied everyone’s good fortune
Bad luck and misfortune were on her tail
She let on that she couldn’t understand
But we all recognized a magnet’s power
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out of mind out of sight.
it’s just my luck that’s tough luck.
Next thing you know Im down one.
Slow to erupt.
observing society fuss.
anxiety it’s all love it’s me it’s you equals us.
we all we need that’s enough.
told me to hush.
Sensitive to much.
it’s just my luck that’s tough luck.
absorbing everything like a sponge.
So we always in touch.
this that about such and such.
now it’s an impasse talk too much.
like attracts like,I am the company I keep.
still sleep. really. reemerge
show concern. how to discern.
value in disperse
I adjust debunk
it’s just my luck it’s tough luck.
underwater misfortune
finding a hidden miracle
in mistakes properly learned from
so used to failure
i crack the codes of the rudiments of reversal
of mistakes properly learned from
i now play chess with life
life always wins because i
have no idea how to play
i move on to going back to
being a veteran amateur
of knowing nothing
the beauty of the mirror
mirror on the wall is
primarily up to me
as i swim up to the
surface of the water for
much needed air, the sperm
whale of life beats me to it
and forces me back down with
the impact of its impact
The world feeds on tragedy, with an insatiable hunger for misfortune,
They demand confessions, not out of care, but to dissect and devour the soul,
When I reveal my pain, their eyes become glassy with disgust,
And their pity drips like acid on my open and bleeding wounds.
Perhaps that's why I've made my sadness a "nameless grave,"
A place I visit alone, away from prying eyes,
Where no one can turn my pain into a fleeting spectacle,
Where silence weaves veils over memories and unshed tears.
There, in the dark silence, I bury my sufferings one by one,
Away from eyes that wish to turn my story into a show,
I have found a sanctuary where the echoes of pain are my silent confidants,
And only shadows keep me company in this dance of lost souls.
It is a place where I can breathe without feeling the weight of curious gazes,
A space where pain is not a phenomenon but a part of me,
A corner of the world where silence whispers solace and secrets,
And where, ultimately, I learn to embrace my own darkness.
Faded Love
Vanishing rainbow, freezing rain, dead desire, broken life
Lost faith, sinking fate, desert life, fear, lost hope, a knife
A blade in a heart, that is dead, lost wistfulness, torn blood
But the love was for blue blood, not mine, dream said guys
A soul carries this misfortune throughout a life, sad lifetime
Always, every time on his way, suffering old, a young guy
My age gone
I loved her
Only love
My age young
Only love
gone
Found herself long in the tooth
Burdened with responsibilities
As the clock kept ticking
Being hospitable began to wane
Regardless of hope keeping in touch
Working harder had become symbolic
For she had a negligible threshold
That supremely played a crucial part
A part in soaking all the fitness up
Until she lost the spiritedness
Did all she accessed for the fruits
Bore all the affliction of misfortune
Spoke many languages to herself
Walked long miles wall-to-wall
But couldn't control her fate
This heightened sensivity was a sword
Double-edged through the feelings
At times sympathy was highly valuable
The blues discerned from the seeds
The high sensitivity to others' emotions
Amid such grief, she's into being mellow
Avoided and crossed numerous arrows
The Omniscient providing for her with pillow
Here comes the relief, there goes the sorrows
Behold, it's time for the land to remain fallow
Broken promise wounds
Sting with ease of negligence
Weak and frail I plead
From the ground where you left me
Forsaking cranes fly above
Welcomed to the world with exalted joy,
Family waiting for a celestial blessing,
They believed in miracles, believed in prayers,
Bringing immense bliss, she was their answer!
Life changed, when fate thrust misfortune on her,
Hurtful words hit her like a dagger from every direction,
She stood alone, resolute, unperturbed...
Inflicted, she bled profusely inside.
A shiny mirror shattered into a million pieces!
The rose dried, delicate petals withered and dropped,
One after another, on the hard ground,
There was no noise of the bleeding heart,
No one could see the gaping wound,
The secret tear of grief,
No one knew how the softness of a velvetty flower
Turned into steely determination!
Crown
I'm disappointed of myself
I don't know how I got here
I don't seem to be able to change
no matter the sea of tears
I keep doing the same
hurting whoever is near
I'm feeling so ashamed
I want to dissapear...
I sit here daily to write
without knowing what to say
I don't know who I want to reach
I don't know what I need to learn
I keep saying that I am better
but that is just bull
when I have to do it again
I make the same mistakes...
And i don't have that much time
to figure all of this out
before I can fix my life
I am not going to be around
and what am I going to bring
with me to the ground?
all the people I've hurt
for having been born with a thorned crown.
Jessica
There are no easy answers as to why bad things occur.
There’s no rhyme or reason as to who might be affected.
Though there may be a philosophy to which you prefer,
Usually, when bad things happen, it’s unexpected.
Whether or not you believe that angels’ wings unfurled
Can make the reality of life around you exist,
There may be a higher power at work in the world.
Thoughts of a supreme being are not easily dismissed.
So, live your life as though there may be a god of some form
Who has a reason for everything that happens here.
And no matter what tragedy they decide to perform,
You will never live your life in complete and total fear.
hapless they who become entangled ~ in webs of deceit
Written May 10, 2022
Misfortunate life tangled us like goofy hair.
We try to release this tangled miserable with care.
But we got tangled more when we took it lightly.
We need to open our mind to tackle and beat it proudly.
We can make our unfair or hard luck into our favor.
We the human beings have the biggest weapon called brain.
Our brain can solve the problem with ease.
If we can remove negative thoughts and grow positive thinking.
Resemblance is a brief conceptual imagination.
We need not to become like Lord Jesus or Buddha or anything.
Our own experience will tell the whole story.
Our passion will create our Imagination.
Our will power going to make us what we dreamed before.
Our hard working capacity will reach the destination in time.
As Julius Caesar said before “I came, I saw, I conquered”
Now I say a thing but not much similar meaning to Caesar.
I say “I born, I saw, I observed, I loved, I achieved”
I came to this philosophy after I haunted by misfortune.
But then I made my path with those characteristic.
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