The Earth's Gravity Also Pulls Thoughts and Words

Do anyone here know the weight of their words? Anyone?

My Promised Huang he

Stop saying forever. I know you’ll leave me. And when that time comes, I’ll cry a river in commemoration of the love we shared (if we did share it). Don’t worry, that’s not a hyperbole, I’ve saved enough tears in jars to forge my promised Huang he.

There is More to Life

There is more to life than finding the one who will love you, stop looking for a love life, for a moment, and start looking for a life.

No Story is Ever Less Significant

In a classroom, when someone is speaking, especially in the first day of school, about their lives, everyone would be straining their necks, even the snobs, toward the person who's speaking. This is because no story is ever so small. Ever so dull. Ever so typical. Everyone deserves to be heard. Each one’s story is worth the strain in the neck.

Those that Secretly Taste Us

Be afraid when butterflies rest by you, they are secretly tasting you by their foot. And then, when they're satisfied, they'll fly away from you again, leaving you alone.

Leaving everything behind is Not Smart, Try Bringing Some

When you leave, at least steal a glimpse back. Because you might see something worth going back for. Try to bring some of what’s behind or suffer for having regret instead. Not everything we leave behind must be or should be left behind.

Fears and the Will to Find Courage

The moments you're frightened of today are the moments you’ll call unforgettable experiences and happy times in the future. Upon retrospection, tears might well but it is because you remembered how it felt believing in God in those scary moments. It is because you remembered the feeling of courage coursing through the avenues of your blood. 

In the end of the day, a fear is overcome, a skill is honed, faith is exercised, and an experience is gained. Above all this, a life is lived. Carpe diem, seize the day and have no fear. You Only Live Once.

Short Story: Genesis and a few Celestial Beings

            If you think this is the seven day creation tale of the book you all have been blindly worshipping since its publication. It’s not. And I’m hoping you haven’t believed in that piece of lie the “book” has told you and intoxicated you with. Nevertheless, I believe that intoxication leads to vomiting. Soon enough, you’ll be vomiting shit. Grope for the truth. You’ll realize.

            I’m not a son of the earth, but believe me or not, I have been watching your planet since I spotted it in my Cosmoscope, our version of telescope only that it’s more powerful. I’m a few billion years old, maybe 5, and young am I, at least in our planet’s standards. I have spotted it when I was just a few million years old.

            Your planet is beautiful, that is an understatement. It started from swirling bits of glittering lustrous dust and compacted into a rocky plain when the Sun came into being. Light was created. Because light is what humans need. Because it is what plants need. Because it is what animals need. Light came into being because the Sun felt from its heartbeats and the Earth’s silent breathing that it is what she needs. Can I spill a secret? The sun fell in love with the exhilarating maiden Earth was.

            The sun decided to become existent to give the Earth’s offspring light, hope. To give life to Elpis. The sun decided to exist even if he knows that life would be painful. Even if he knew that Earth and he will never be together. Because he knows that he can only do harm to Earth. Even if he knew that Earth is in love with the Sky and his magnificent robe of flashing stars.

            Then again, the Sky is a philanderer. The Earth knew that the Sky already have a daughter. The Moons. The Earth and the two of the Moons can never be together, can I spill a secret? Because the two Moons has overthrown the Earth in the context of beauty. Sky, a blanket between the three has sworn to ease the tension, because he loves both. Even so, one of the Moon is jealous of the Earth, because everything that she ever wanted was given to her. One of the Moon as I know fell in love with the sun. Even when she knew that the Sun is bound to love the Earth for eternity, and the least she could do to make him happy was to give light to the earth at night, until the time comes when they all have to perish into the blackness of the Sun. Into his anger.

            A few years later, the other Moon died. Reduced into smithereens of seeds and embryo that it has incubated into her core. Can I spill a secret? Incest as it is, The Sky and her other daughter had an affair. The seeds and embryos poured into the Earth along with water as the vandalized Sky wept. And life flourished in Earth. It was, as to what I saw as the suns reaction, the saddest of his days. He wept and from where the tears fell, dried black spots formed, where the fire burned the hottest. And that was how he grafted a son from his own body.

            In the Earth, as the salty tears of the Sky fertilized the land, seeds grew into shoots and into trees, one of which is the tree of life. In this tree, multiple sacks made with flesh cling some were made with fleece. It was the product of embryos sucked by the tree’s roots from under the ground. One day, the trees trunks rotted, its leaves fallen, all that was left was the strong twigs that held the sacks which were abnormally healthy. In another day, the tree finally collapsed and gave away. The sacks plunged into the comfort of the Earth and upon hitting the ground, the sacks scattered and wriggled. A few of the creatures in it lived, while the others did not. Two of which are Arga and Rook, humans. While the Earth rejoiced with the tickling sensation of having little pairs of feet walking on her, the Sky lamented seeing other creatures without home. He cried and cried and cried until salty seas were made, until fishes had a place to live in.

            While everything happened, the Moon went unnoticed even when she shot silver beams of moonlight towards her father. No one noticed that the Moon went blue. She made a vow that every few years she would change color again to remind everyone the sorrow that they brought to her.

            And this is when everything came into being. From love and hate. From security and jealousy. From crying and crying. From death. And from hope. From Elpis and her womb. From her cornucopia. From Achelous. From everything that made the world that we all live now harsh, exciting and worth living in. And by the way, my planet was destroyed because of us, its stewardesses. I hope you won’t destroy yours.

Overcoming Asymptotes

I can only be as close as this. You are the upper y-axis. I am the line of the equation. Love is the slope. We meet in negative 1 but asymptotic at positive 1. I hope the laws of calculus will take mercy of me and give exceptions to overcome this asymptote.

Bleeding (Not Crying) a River

Cut me so that I could release and relinquish this pain and bleed a river of sorrow.

Things That Still Goes On

Disregarding the value of time, nothing really is infinite or everlasting, there are just the things that are still going on. And the things that are meant to go on and on...

Finding the Extraordinary from the Ordinary

What lies behind every ordinary story is an unspoken secret.


What lies behind every ordinary word is the weight of emotions by which it was said or written.


What lies behind every ordinary scene is a schematic planning.


What lies behind every cliche is the history of its first utterment.


What lies behind every fake smile is the burden of being obliged to be happy to mask the sadness.


What lies behind every rotting streetlight is the ages of moisture it has endured and the number of people it gave light to.


What lies beyond is what you'll be most surprise of. Be free to explore. Try new things. So that one day, you'll find the extraordinary from the ordinary.

Poetry: You Left

Leave me alone!

For you have wronged me!

For you lied to me!

For you possessed my each day!

And now your leaving?

Shakepearesque,

You told me:

“I understand the fury in your words,

But not your words.”

A loathsome line in Othello.

How can I know?

What really happened that night?

You left,

Yes you did.

Without understanding

That it was a misunderstanding.

You left me,

Left me hanging

By the hangman’s knot

From the ceiling.

Lest you not know

That the worst thing you did

Was you left me halfway.

Left me still breathing,

Suffering from still living.

You came back,

After a few days back.

But you came late

And now that I have left you

Do you see how it feels?

To be left

Without knowing the true story?

Now that I’m dead,

Do you understand

The words from my tongue

And the fury as well?

A few Shades Darker (the Night Looms)

Is it night yet? Because the light has completely disappeared.

Is it night yet? Can you lead me back to where I came from? Isn't it too late for you to guide me back to safe harbor? Because I thought you'd want me 'til the end.

And now I'm lost. Is it night yet? Because the light has abandoned the sun.

Is it night yet? I doubt it. Because I can still see you, my sun. Only that you are being swallowed by the horizon. Leaving me here alone in the comfort of the stark darkness.

Is it night yet? When will you be back? When it is the final night of my life?

Unfulfilled Whys

Nothing is unending, even eternity and infinity has its ends in unfulfilled whys.

The Legend of a Supernova

Now I know why stars try to burn off their last hydrogen molecules in showing off bright happy colors. For people to notice they're dying. To make a joke of their death and paint a few more happy faces in the blank canvas of human emotion. To leave a legacy after a whole lifetime of burning off for other people. And to remind everyone that not everything starts and ends happily with colors. 

The Human Race Naturally Have Dementia

We died a lonely death where no one came and no one visited.

A death where no one even threw a black party. 

A death where no one knew we died.

No one will honor our existence or our memories.

We will never be remembered as someone... or even something. Even if we did something great for our kith and kin. For our civilization. For the humanity. 

We are as good as something that never really existed.

Silence Is a Seed That Grows To Be a Realization.

"Love, it strikes and despite how ready you are from its blow, you find yourself succumbing to it because you see that love's plans are much better than yours."

~In dedication to 09053294942, who made me realize this phrase. I guess love is the only true fountain of happiness in the world and once you've found it, you'll find that the happiness you are feeling is profound.

Poetry: Titanomachy

Opaque gases descend

Choking the contour

Of your flaunting façade.

Choking your pizzazz

With the eirenic

Weapon of mass destruction;

You had an affaire

With Uranus you made tie.

Incest.

Smelling the scent of your hair

The heavens can't get enough.

Sitting on your calm sinew,

Can you feel

The weight of the cosmos

That was supposed to be centered

On Mount Othrys,

On the shoulders of Atlas?

Nyx chasing,

Hypnos casting enchantments,

Uranus move away

The veil you have laid,

Let Helios sneak a glimpse

And witness her placid curve.

Poetry: Chelsea's Grin

Wide but unfelt,

Quiet and unmerry.

Chelsea's smile,

When can you see?

Cold molten clay

Cascading over enamel.

Rotten masterpiece

Six feet underground.

A metronome of nonexistence.

Til' Eros' home in

Stop vibrating.

Under austere

Bricks and Mortar cage.

For everyone

Whom fall asleep

Until the final weight

Is set on the Window,

Please remember Chelsea

Whom smiles pure agony

Of the slit

On her face.

Will you ever see?

No, you will not

For it is your Chelsea's smile

Stark and as white

As Chelsea's painstaking

Grin.

Poetry: A Serpent 'Round the Shrub

Under the shade

Of the Shrub of the Wise

Hath he slept?

Or hath waiteth

For the serpent

Of the sooty Hole?

Adamesque

Hath the receptacle

Really fell?

Or was it a free Pome?

Evesque,

Hath he bit?

What was given

By the Hydra

Of deep frozen Waters.

Upon tasting

Mouth-watering

Flesh from the Clinger

.Hath he turneth wiser?

And now can tell

How thing really fell?

Downward force in motion

Can this be a metaphoric allusion?

Of how our Wrongs

Can drag us Below.

Double Entrendez it is,

A warning to stay in path