::: STRAIGHT FROM SOUL :::

Blood is Just a Word

2025-03-04T03:39:00.000-08:00

They say blood is thicker,
but all I see is the stain
red like rage, like betrayal,
like the weight of your name.

You speak, and the air turns poison,
every word laced with spite,
cutting me open,
just to see if I’ll fight.

But I’m tired.
Tired of war with a ghost,
tired of caring the most -
when you never cared at all.

Family is chosen in love,
not chained by birthright.
So go -
vanish into your own darkness.
I owe you nothing.

Not my peace.
Not my pain.
Not my name.

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Constructed Limits

2025-02-28T22:31:00.000-08:00

The walls are measured, set in place,
each angle drawn with careful pace.
A structure firm, precise, refined,
yet leaves no open space behind.

The ceiling holds, the floors endure,
designed to stand, secure and sure.
No gaps to breach, no faults to find,
a system closed by its design.

A window shows the world outside,
a door remains, though rarely tried.
The framework strong, the plan complete,
yet movement stays within the beat.

A boundary built by careful hands,
not by demand, not by commands.
Yet here within, the steps repeat,
while open paths stay incomplete.

Whispers in the Attic

2025-01-14T02:10:00.000-08:00

Beneath the attic's gentle, wooden loom,
I wove my wonders, treasures small but bright,
A haven tucked within my childhood room.

I crouched beneath the beams to feel their might,
Their arching curves a shield from all my fears,
And watched the shadows shift with waning light.

In that small world, where silence calmed my tears,
I found peace beneath the rafters' bloom,
A hidden space where I could leave behind the years.

The attic door aglow, a sacred room,
Where shadows fade, and memories take flight,
I find my peace beneath the quiet gloom.

#TerzaRima

A Walk to Remember

2025-01-04T02:13:00.000-08:00

Your steps are slow, but steady still,
We walk the path beneath the hill.
Your hand in mine, once strong, now frail,
Yet full of stories you regale.

The autumn leaves, like memories, fall,
A tapestry of times we recall.
You speak of days when I was small,
Your love the thread that wove it all.

The air is crisp, the evening near,
Yet in your eyes, the past is clear.
You smile and tell me not to cry,
For love like ours will never die.

Though years may pass and seasons turn,
These moments stay, as lessons burn.
A walk to remember, side by side,
With you, my mother, my heart, my guide.

Echoes of the Day

2024-12-13T03:35:00.000-08:00

The day’s chaos lingers, a restless tide,
waves of voices crash, they won’t subside.
The echoes remain where silence should be,
a battlefield carved deep inside of me.

Footsteps of hours march through my brain,
each moment heavy, a whisper of strain.
The sun may have set, but shadows stay,
haunting the corners, unbidden, they play.

Yet somewhere beneath this riotous sound,
a numbness begins to settle, profound.
It wraps like fog, cold and thick,
a cure, a curse - it numbs too quick.

The mind wavers, unable to decide,
to fight or surrender, to stand or to hide.
And so I drift, caught in between,
the wreckage of chaos, the blank unseen.

Play the Hand

2024-11-22T01:45:00.003-08:00

Not the cards you’re given,
but the turn you take,
the weight of waiting,
the steady breath,
the look unshaken.

You’ll learn the art of folding,
know when to raise,
and when to hold close
what's hidden,
what you don’t yet show.

The deal isn’t destiny -
it’s in the slip of a finger,
the flick of a wrist,
the light in your eyes
as you lean in and play.

The Game of Wanting

2024-11-21T02:21:00.006-08:00

What I want... slips from reach,
A ghost in the dark, a word out of speech.
I stretch out my hands, but all I find,
A space filled with longing, a restless mind.

What I have... I don’t crave,
Leftovers from battles I didn’t save.
They gather dust on a crowded shelf,
Fragments of a life that’s not myself.

What I seek... hides away,
A treasure buried, led astray.
Maps I’ve followed that fade to mist,
Paths that twist and then don’t exist.

What I found... I can’t face,
Truths too sharp, too full of grace.
They cut like glass, they burn like fire,
Testing the edge of my heart’s desire.

What I’ve endured... I didn’t deserve,
Echoes of choices that dip and swerve.
Lessons etched in scars and lines,
Worn through years and stolen time.

How much more elusive, will life dare to be?
A riddle of shadows, never set free.
I’m caught in the chase, in the wanting’s snare,
As life holds its secrets, just out of air.

Feeling Stoned

2024-11-20T23:29:00.004-08:00

Eyes half-closed,

the world bleeds slow—

a smear of noise,

a hum too loud.

Thoughts calcify,

stacked stones, heavy

as sleep.

I move but don't;

a puppet, a shadow—

arms draped in fog,

nerves dulled to dust.

Life unfolds,

unasked, unhurried,

like smoke curling,

like ash drifting,

and I—

silent, sunk,

carved in cold stone.

Fated Hearts, Eternal Promise

2024-11-16T00:21:00.002-08:00

A story of love, of hearts entwined,
drawn together, beyond design.
Though fate once wrote our paths askew,
our bond was forged when time was new.

These eyes that searched through endless night,
now meet your gaze in morning light.
Stay close to me, don’t drift away,
by your side, I vow to stay.

I’ll find you now, or lose it all,
with every rise, with every fall.
So hold me tight, our spirits one,
in your love’s glow, my life’s begun.

Two by Two: Her Map of Hearts

2024-10-27T23:38:00.005-07:00

She sketches grids, a girl alone,
Mapping love in lines and tone.
Two by two, she starts to see
How hearts can part by destiny.

Top left: sparks, intense and bright,
Where lovers burn like stars at night.
Quick to catch, yet soon to fade—
A fleeting flame, a lesson made.

Below, a quiet box she keeps,
Where kindness rests and comfort sleeps.
Here lie friends who know her well,
An enduring, magic spell.

To one side, excitement’s thrill,
The dizzy pull, the fleeting fill.
Yet shifting to a steady ground,
Where trust and faith are truly found.

In grids and squares, she seeks to chart
The lines that shape her heart and art.
Two by two, she makes her start—
To learn love's map and know her heart.

Becoming Her

2024-10-17T11:17:00.000-07:00

She wasn’t born knowing herself,
she uncovered her piece by piece,
on a road long and rough.

Each misstep revealed a truth,
each hardship, a key,
unlocking parts of her soul.

As the path twisted,
with trials to bear,
the deeper she ventured,
the more she became.

In every bruise and scar,
she found strength,
in every doubt, a spark.
The harsher the journey,
the more she emerged—
resilient, unwavering.

With every jagged mile,
she grew into herself,
until the woman she was meant to be
stood tall at the journey’s end.

Ratan Tata: A Legend’s Farewell

2024-10-09T23:54:00.000-07:00

In quiet grace, you walked this earth,
A man of steel, yet filled with mirth.
No trumpet’s blare, no towering might,
But humble steps in morning light.

A gentle heart, a steady hand,
You built an empire, healed the land.
You led with care, your path was clear,
In every action, you drew near.

"Thank you for thinking of me," you spoke,
As love and legacy awoke.
No final crown, no victory cry,
But a gratitude to all, whispered to the sky.

And though you've gone, your spirit stays,
In hearts that beat through endless days.
For legends live beyond their time,
In every soul, in every rhyme.

An End

2024-08-29T00:24:00.000-07:00

In life, one truth we cannot bend,
Death—the certain, final end.
A sudden jolt, a bitter sting,
When news of loss begins to ring.

A life well-lived, with dreams pursued,
A journey long, with memories imbued.
Steps taken, miles crossed,
But what remains when life is lost?

Some foresee their final breath,
Others meet an unseen death.
What of the dreams that never soared,
Or the words unsaid, forever stored?

Do they linger, these unfinished tales,
In the echoes where the spirit sails?
Is there a world beyond our sight,
Where souls observe their final flight?

I ponder as I gaze afar,
Reflecting on this endless scar.
For in the end, we all must see,
The mystery of death’s decree.

Fractured Echoes

2023-11-11T03:02:00.000-08:00

In the depths of darkness, a heart laid bare,
bound by ties that cut, unaware.
In the toxic dance of bloodline's art,
a fractured soul, a shattered heart.

Through the corridors of silent pain,
familiar echoes, a haunting refrain.
In the wreckage of familial ties,
a spirit lingers, where sorrow lies.

Yet, in the abyss, a glimmer faint,
a plea for solace, a whispered paint.
For resilience, now a distant dream,
lost in the shadows of a fractured seam.

Aloha

2023-08-18T02:10:00.002-07:00

In life's grand story, a companion's grace,
Aloha bridges years, finding its rightful place.
Through wrinkles of time and stories they have seen,
Aloha's thread weaves connections between.

A screen can't obscure the warmth of their smiles,
Aloha speaks softly across the miles.
Venerable wisdom, a treasure to share,
Aloha listens, shows it deeply cares.

In heart-to-heart whispers, aloha takes flight,
Guiding their words through day and through night.
Amidst a span of years, a bond has been found,
Aloha's sweet symphony, love's ageless sound.

With every exchange, their spirits align,
Aloha, a friend in a world so benign.
In the chapters of life, stitched by and by,
Aloha, a constant as time drifts on by.

Rising Phoenixes

2023-07-29T05:36:00.000-07:00

Amidst ash-fill, a phoenix's flight,
with potent strength, a fearless sight.
Her scars etched deep, yet unerased,
defied the adversity she faced.

In unity, they found their grace,
emerging strong, a sisterhood's embrace.
Muted pasts now distant noise,
together they rise, they rejoice.

For behind every strong woman's voice,
a story echoes, no choice but to rise.

In the Stillness...

2023-07-28T04:46:00.000-07:00

In the stillness of my mind,
I saw myself unchained, unbound.

In the whispers of my heart,
I found my voice.
In the trajectory of my dreams,
I made my choice.
In the realm of my soul,
I sought peace.
In the depths of my being,
I believed.

For in the stillness of my mind,
I was unchained, unbound,
A celebration of liberation, resound.

Flight

2023-04-19T03:32:00.005-07:00

she wasn't meant to be
grounded in a cage
the open sky beckoned her
it was here where
she truly belonged
she had strong wings, and
she knew she could fly
as high as she wanted
scaling new heights
each time she soared, and
took flight

... n' so she flew

Ganbaru

2023-03-31T05:50:00.001-07:00

trials
hardships
tragedies
strife|
are a part of every life

do not succumb to the sorrows
do not yield to the blows
you have the incredible strength
within YOU
you only didn't know
tough times are not meant to last
you need to tough them out
with a tenacity
so perseverant
that you will stand tall, and
see through its end

GANBARU
be firm
do not give-in
do it more than your best, and
you will make it through everything.

Still & Silent

2023-03-24T06:16:00.006-07:00

when turbulent times
made her decadent
she would adopt
stretches of silence
flying low
to the depths
of her soul
to listen to
the waves
surging within
light as a feather
not deafening
the quiet
yet stoic
in her stillness
she would see the she
that wasn't the she
she should have been

in the tranquility
of the still and silent
she would find herself again
each time. every time.

Child of destiny

2023-03-11T02:45:00.007-08:00

an expression of love
filled with mirth
a seed of human
birthed on earth
an epitome of beauty
chaste, rare
a paragon of history
mystical faire
an alchemic artistry
of the almighty
a true child of destiny
was she

Rantings of my mind...

2023-03-06T23:33:00.003-08:00

for years, I let
the weight of other people's
expectations wear me down
almost everything I did
refracted through judgements
which were not mine
much as I would like to deny
it afflicted my heart and mind

PAUSE

it took me long to learn
to burn the bridges
not meant for me
and, love the footprints of my feet
walking away into a newfound
rainbow of credence and ecstasy

Time is all we have and don’t.

2023-02-02T04:57:00.005-08:00

Time is all we have and don’t
it is something we can never own.

the little moments that give us joy
we keep thinking will always be there
but once lost, they are gone
never again to be found

spend a second more, spend an extra minute
appreciating all that you never did
spend an hour more, spend an extra day
living your wildest dreams in your way

for time is all we have and don’t
it keeps slipping away, we can never own.

The Calling!

2022-11-30T03:51:00.001-08:00

where there is zenith
there is also the nadir
where there is sunshine
there is also the sunset
where there is happiness
there is also the sorrow
such are the vagaries of life

whether it is
yin or yang
you have to
accept it, and
face it

whether you
put on a mask, or
deal with it as-is
the choice is yours

stop not
move on
yielding
unbridled
without any restraints
for it is only in the journey
that the calling will be found

Move.

2022-11-14T04:35:00.001-08:00

nothing is more painful
than being stuck
where you don't belong

when you realize this factuality
do not be the only obstacle
standing in your own way

Move.