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The Lad

The train of the maker-
is departing now for a lad, that would board-
this locomotive of the creator.
I hope the conductor would deliver him-
to its new found forever.

This lad was fond and dear to me-
I shall see him! I shall see him!
Departing from the scenery.
Let me know when you arrive, dear lad-
for I, will make you remembered-
In those times you only had.

Little Boxes

This is our moment-
that's all we want.
Time have phases-
lets hate that one.
We are connected-
we can't see faces-
with our little boxes.

What if these boxes were set with embers?
are you willing to collect new ones-
..With me?

The Narrative of a Malice - Hoax

¹⁸⁰⁰- The malevolence I have in the world is immeasurable. It raised the question out of 3 billion people, why is it must be me who should experience the adversity of the society. The amount of disdain I received is fueling the malice inside of me. I have always been a hater of the noble people. Long have I waited to find a place to reside. For I, found a place to slumber my abhorrence to the public. It is paradise for a misanthropist like myself ‘tis a chamber of my desolation.

The chamber is an old Folk-Victorian House adorned with flat, jigsaw cut-trim in a variety of patterns. The color is like the vision I have in the world- a void ‘tis black. I lovely gloomy home indeed. I worry not about the disturbance of the people for this street called Usher Ave. is an ideal place for solitude. Companion is a hinderance to my plan. As I entered my chamber, A raven made me feel yore. ‘Hello there, little devil. My tolerance of you is more bearable than any other living thing. You are most welcome to my chamber.’ I narrated to the creature. I am not demented I just find the creature’s presence placid. With yore in mind, I recollected a fragment of memories of an old friend of mine from the past.

I took parchment from my dusty desk. I dipped the quill into the nearly dried bottle of ink.

‘PS. Dear Old Friend Lancaster. I am inviting you to come to my chamber in the middle of the gloomy Avenue of Usher. Come without any followship for this matter is between the two of us.
-Mr. __________

A noble man he is with science as his method to live. I called upon him to resolve a matter that occurred 7 years ago. Years before my old-man yelled his last words. ‘Ego dilexi vos omnes.’

The old man was entangled with an illness. The need a man of science is a must. I called upon my old friend Lancaster to aid my father’s distress. I knew Lancaster way back for we studied together. How can I not trust the man! There’s no logical explanation that I shouldn’t.

It went well for a while, but days gone by, the old man’s suffering is unbearable to see. He became pale and this - like a malnourished dog on the streets. I cannot see the old-man like this. Lancaster, I entrusted the man to you. He cannot possibly detect what ails the old man.

Days gone by; nothing has changed. I am starting to lose hope as I look at the old man seems impotent. That poor old-man fighting with time. Dear Devils, please decamp soon.

By Jove! ‘Tis been 2 months of this forlorn rescue. His soul might depart soon. I consulted Lancaster about the medication, but hopelessness is obvious on his face. What is this illness that my father caught? Then in the latter evening. Mayday! We lost a man.

I forsaken Lancaster for I believed in him. Done some test with no result and I assumed it killed my father. He took no responsibility and asked to be paid for the time he wasted. Bo****ks! HE DID NOTHING AND ASKING TO BE PAID?! WHAT A GREEDY BASTARD HE IS!

He expects payment but to no avail. I am not paying someone who did nothing just to observe. Making my old-man drank some untested strong pills and taking blood from his poor conditioned body. Then, the audacity of this man makes me forsake his existence more. He filed a lawsuit against me for not paying a fee for his expertise.

So, I abscond with the body of my old-man. Found a place in this gloomy Avenue which is named Usher. The lawsuit grew. I became a convict with no crime. An abandoned Folk-Victorian house is unoccupied- as a desperate man, I resided in this rubbish house. ‘Tis the beginning of my malice towards the noble.

I prayed to all the devils- For the love of God jilted me. Hope is nothing but an illusion. I pray to thee! I pray to thee! Help this old man’s poor soul to return to his being! Hear ye! Hear ye!
I felt a force! It calls me from the depths of darkness. I felt its presence! I was heard! A dark shadows appeared before my eyes and it spoken unto me.

‘A hundred soul is enough to make the old man rise!’

My abomination has risen. For I am ready to extinguish the aristocrat. MORE. MORE AND MORE I SHALL END! The shadows morphed into little vile creature. ‘Tis a Raven he chooses to be. Looking after me.

To the present, I heard a knock on my chamber doors. The first blood that will shred. With no hesitation I kept a knife inside my coat pocket. Greeted by the confusion of Lancaster, my old friend. With curiosity he asked, how am I going to pay the bastard.

I concealed my exasperation towards thee then I offered him a frim handshake. Without any remorse and hesitation, I pulled him closer to me. I took the knife out and stabeth thee. My visions are filled with void. A malice if you must! As the blood flowed within my floor, the Raven spoke. ‘This will make as the soul number one!’

We realize real lies when we opened our two eyes.

I owe you for the magic that you got. Curses are wasted with a drop of ink. You're the only one who can narrate and say "I can do it with my pen".

Lost Star

How can you make me believe that stars are lost well in fact, I never doubted in short you're trusted. When you are not around that's the evidence I need.

No words can describe your beauty. It's like the moonlight that stars couldn't find. There is no difference between the shinning of the moon and yours tonight.

You may have your cards in your sleeves but the question is, are you willing to gamble?

Baliktad

May kasabihan na kapag naliligaw ka kailangan mo baliktarin ang iyong kasuotan nang mawala ang sumusunod na naka-bati sa'yo. Madalas lang itong mangyari sa mga gubat, bundok o di kaya'y sa mga kakahuyan na hindi mo ma-asinta kung na'san ka na. May pagkakataon na sa iyong pagkakaligaw, aasa na lang sa pamahiin para sa kaunting pag-asa.

"Eh paano kung naliligaw na ako ng landas?"

Gawin ang pamahiin. Baliktarin mo ang tumataklob na damit sa iyong katawan. Ngunit kailangan mo tong hubarin. Mapagta-tanto mo.

Matagal ka na rin hubad sa kaalaman hindi mo lang nakikita dahil ikaw na mismo ang baliktad.

"Mom! There's a monster in my closet!" the child screamed.
"No sweetie, those who came out to the closet aren't monsters, they are courageous and those who are not ready, give them time." His father said.

"Good night sweetie." The other father spoke.

as each star shines brightly-
and as the wind rustles through the countryside.
-i am thinking of you.
while the moonlight glides across the room.

Don't worry, I will paraphrase

There is a writer and there is not.

"Hey, can I look at your paper, don't worry I will paraphrase." Said by a non-writer man.

"There are a lot in stakes. So, no" said the writer.

The non-writer seems offended so he never wrote a damn thing but still adored by many because of his charisma and his stolen achievements.

What did the writer gets? A criticism and judgement thinking he's only using drama but in fact, he's just doing his job.

They are working at the government.

"Cash Register"

It is midnight, graveyard shift is killing me. Asleep when the sun is up and up awake at night. Sleep eludes me sometimes when I think about how should I get out in this situation. A bare minimum wage job, living alone at my mid 20s' and nearly a starving artist. Honestly, I loved the idea of me pursuing my talent, creating music. But I am working as a nigh shift as a 7-11 employee on the cash register so having gigs at night is a no-go. This is probably the most boring job I ever have because at this point of time, there is barely a customer.

Dropping out of college is a no joke. I only dropped out of college 'cause I believed having gigs and playing music could be a good career choice. I packed my things then swoosh! Left home without even saying goodbye and I guess I owe mom and pops an apology. When I was a kid I had a silly dream to become an astronaut simply because science is cool, well if the subject is of course about space. That dream of mine sailed away when I learned to play the guitar. Then, on my teenage days I was in a band. Drugs, s*x and money drove me to drop everything. My family, morality, dignity and even a very cool dream. I thought it was cool, I mean working and being drugged at the same time, as a teenager that's awesome and you're gaining profit so I thought it was a good choice. Everyone is against it so I ran away...

"Ding!" The bell rang at the top of the glass door.

Someone is walking by. He came to me.

"Can you check the cost for this?" He said
So I asked him "What product?"

He is pointing at me...
"The price of your stupidity."...

Then I woke up, my shift is over.

Souls

i reached out for your soul
then wrote my name on it-
i will always know where to find you.

One look.

She sometimes act like a child-
devious like an unclosed book.
Unique, so that I'm in bind-
comforting with one look.

the wonders of the world aren't the 7 most beautiful places on earth, it is everyone's faces.

"At the count of three..."

When I was a kid, me and my cousins loved playing hide and seek. At the count of three, everyone should have their hiding places. "One!" I was running so fast. "Two!" I found a hiding space. "Three!" I think I'm safe. Everyone is having a blast. Restraining laughter for you not to be found. Then later on, the game is over thinking you could've find a good place to hide in. But in the end, the seeker will always find a way to find you and restart the game. Years passed, the game is more complex...

"One!" You're woking hard.
"Two!" You're paying taxes.
"Three!"....
"Three?"

The seeker have seen you. You just don't know what you've lost yet as they fled the scene. Congratulations! Both of you are now playing as a hider.

To love means to fall, I guess some people are afraid of heights.

Soup, spoon and fork.

some people have been searching-
so they scrutinize how things work.
for they know not what they're aiming-
have a soup but with a fork.

some people have found it,
the meaning of boon.
for they know how to profit-
have a soup and a spoon.

you'll finish in no time-
the consistency is a must.
to know not about crime-
is to be contented on what you dine.

Sept. 20, 2023 - 1.30pm