MAZE

Credits to National Geographic
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It’s a maze up there
and I often get lost,
too anxious to care.
So, I built up walls
to block the paths
that lead to doors,
it hides my past
and many more.

I wish there was a map
to help me get out
of my own mind
But I realized I built
these paths to get lost
and for no one to find… me.
I chose to be a settler
and now I regret the
maze that I made—
I now live in to suffer.


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Respect Each Other’s Grieving Process

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We all have our own tragedies and we all deal with it differently, our ways might be different from one another but we all have the same goal and that is to go through it and move on.

We all have our ways of coping with things and we do things that can be unexplainable and unexpected but we do these things because we believe that it will somehow lessen the pain and it will help us move on eventually. There are things that are unlikely for us to do, that our own friends and family disagree with it, and there are times that we ignore their advice and still do the things that they told us not to do. They will be frustrated even to the point of not understanding us anymore and to them we are just being unreasonable, but to us everything still hurts.

People need to understand that everyone has different ways of dealing with things, they have different grieving process. You may not understand it but at least respect it, most of the time people dealing with so much heart break or sadness, they eventually figure it out on their own. The things that they are doing is vital to their process. Talking to them and giving them advice is okay but never point out the mistakes they’re doing because they know it already, never assume that when you give advice they will be okay right away, it is never easy to fully move on. Allow them to grieve and allow them to feel things and go through it, never invalidate their emotions and just be there for them. But if you disagree and don’t understand their process to respect it, might as well ignore it for the sake of their wellness and yours too.

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Old Sweater

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You’re an old sweater
I wear in any weather–
the one I keep in the
far side of my dresser.

The one I always grab
and let my self wrap
with your sultry scent—
feeling myself being trap.

You keep me safe and warm
in the middle of this storm,
I hugged around the wool,
and I feel no any harm.

You may be an old sweater
but I feel so much safer,
You may be torn and worn out,
but I wouldn’t trade for any other


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Poetry – Hell Of A Day

Running through the morning sun
we fall in line, ready to run
as the gates open they come undone
it’s every man for himself
even when you cry for help,
until you’re the only one left.
No one to save you from the chaos
that you started in your mind— you lost.
By your own doing, the game was tossed
and what did it cost?
The people you loved the most.


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Lost Writings | 09 – The Monsters

THE MONSTERS

The monsters under our beds are the harsh truths about the world,
lurking in the silence while we’re unaware of their presence.
Until the night comes and they enter our innocent minds,
infesting it with wisdom that is better off not knowing.


I wrote a bunch of poetry back in 2017, it was all over the place. So, I finally retrieved it from my old broken laptop and some were from my old journal pages that I may have forgotten about.


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