Fabaceae’s Pulse

My friend, please ‘touch-me-not’ it sends chills down my spine

In time, my veins will loosen, palms open for light

Morning light breathes flair and confidence becomes mine

Only then on your delicate touch I’ll resign

Such is the spell of intimacy of my kind

A preservation against harm developed through time

This poem is written to describe myself. It is one of the many poems that allows me to accept and embody my true nature. Acquaintances may see me as an aloof and timid individual for I am not very expressive. I also prefer to be by myself. But it is all part of who I am which at first I tried to change thinking that it is a fault that has to be corrected but over time I realized that I don’t need to change. It is part of my nature just like a MIMOSA.

That Life (a write back)

8:45 I searched for a site for poems; at 9 PM I found one and read a poem; instead of writing a comment I decided to write back.

Do you regret now we’re an adult?

When the days seemed to stretch with li’l result?

The times when loneliness’ – the only friend

And we find no reason to contend?

Do you go to convenient stores?

Where lunch is a ramen and nothing more?

The train we ride to race to our jobs

We’ll be on it all day ‘till nearly dark.

Sneaking lunch and dreaming of naps

Working like mad and making what?

Innocent fun, those days never came by

They were never part; we never had a try.

I pity the children born before now

They never had fun for they never knew how

Heads buried in books, eyes set on the prize

For to live without plan is never wise

Growing up in a world of great perfection

Failure was never an option

Is this really the world that came to be?

Or do we need to set ourselves free?

Stop talking lies, live in the present

To live in passion is much more pleasant

Get on a bike, go for a run

You got that life, create a new one!

The First Lessons

Who would have thought that a sea glass is made out from a simple stone?

A stone thrown fatefully to the sea for a purpose unknown.

It took me more than courage to face the challenges brought by the sea.

But I don’t regret being thrown for in return I was made to be better than before.

If the tide pulls you deeper to the unknown of the sea; Let it be.

If the waves crush you down that in the process you loss a piece of you; Let it be.

If the waves never stop that it drills you even more to the bottom of the sea; Let it be.

For that tide brings you the waves that only few has seen.

Those waves carve your edges to fulfill the purpose that is promised.

And the sea, yes, the sea will hand you back to the shore where it all began,

The first lessons of the sea that carve that simple stone to a sea glass.

Before the Lock Down

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The night is still yet the heart more than ever beats

As the mind ponders on the horrors of this film.

In the silence of the night thousands of lights beam

At first dreading, then waiting, anticipating.

None has thought numbers could bring such thrill

To display the truth – the work of fear.

Aroused by foul and atrocity

The mind wonders, “who else can be killed?”

What if the number goes beyond … will it be it?

The demonic delight is exhilarating

Grieve, lament, bemoan, weep and better yet feel guilt

For the world is still yet to feel its penalty.

Heart went still when the horror sinks in

This isn’t real for it’s just on the screen

But the moaning slithers, fear creeps in

Lights off, lungs restrain, holding a sneeze.