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So much to do but NOT ENOUGH TIME!

01 Wednesday Feb 2023

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What do you complain about the most?

It is incredibly unfair that we are expected to do so much—we put so much pressure on ourselves to do so much—and yet we do not have the sufficient amount of time in the day to do it all. 24 hours is not enough time for me to get done all that society requires of me as well as all that I require of myself (that includes health related and career/goal/social related). I’ve tried waking up an hour or more earlier, I’ve cut some things out of my life, I diminished my social life—but the fact is that I just never have enough time to accomplish it all! Therefore, one thing I complain about the most is how I do not have the sufficient amount of time.

Carry On

25 Monday Apr 2022

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Mama,
Help.
Please.

Get up.
I need you.
I can’t do it anymore.

Mama,
Come back to life.
I’m trapped in living’s strife.

Where are you?
I want to get to know
Your eyes.

Mama,
It’s not fair

Why do you get to move on?
But I’m stuck, here, failing to stay strong?

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Will Smith Was Right to Slap Chris Rock

04 Monday Apr 2022

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There is a lot differing opinions on the Will Smith Vs Chris Rock incident. My opinion might not be one that most people agree with, unfortunately. But I will share it regardless.

How I see it is this way: somebody shamed Will Smith’s wife, so he reacted how he felt it best to react. Could he have reacted in better way? Of course. But, in saying that, I believe that one should not ABUSE something/someone very important to a person and then try to dictate how that person should react to the assault. What Chris did—shaming Jada in front of the whole world—is assault too. Assault to her whole family. If someone is shaming you in any way, I hope you’d expect your partner to stand up for you—even if that means getting physical.

A common statement that has been made is that when you go to a comedy event you have to have thick skin or at least be prepared to get picked on, as that is the culture of the space. Although I understand that, comedians should also know that whether it is a joke or not what they say can and will have strong impacts on people—and sometimes that comes with consequences for them, a rebuttal from the victim. In this case, Chris shamed someone on National TV for a medical condition that they’re suffering from which has taken so much from them, so he got slapped on National television.

The reaction could’ve and should’ve been worse. I don’t think what Will Smith did out of anger was wrong. I actually praise Will Smith for specifically choosing to slap Chris. Guys do not slap people out of anger. They throw a punch. So it was very wise of Will to choose to slap instead of a punch because punch that hard would’ve knocked some teeth out and require some medical attention.

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Were You Meant To Labor Until You Die?

28 Monday Mar 2022

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I don’t believe that I, or anyone, is meant to wake up and labor from sun up to sun down in order to live a life where I can STRIVE to be happy. It doesn’t even make sense. So you’re telling me that in order to be happy and free, I have to wake up every day then work hard, suffer, give my soul, time, energy and creativity to some company or person in order to one day be free from that contract, and finally enjoy the fruits of my labor?? But how will I ever be permanently happy and free if, every day, I have to work an undesired job at an undesired time in an undesired pace for undesired results? When does the contract end so that I could finally be infinitely happy? Do I one day retire? When? After all of my good and strongest years are spent working tirelessly for a greater part of my waking hours?


Do you see the irony? Exactly. It’s all bullshit! One day, I want to take a year-long vacation/escape to live life as close to what I believe I am meant to (we all are meant to) live it as: spending time with people, laughing, visiting places, meeting new people, spend weeks lounging around, watching movies, enjoying the pleasures of life (simple pleasures or spiritual or bold or expensive or lavish pleasures), have lots of safe, enjoyable and liberating sex, enjoy nature, enjoy the nicer things in existence that humans have come together and created, do whatever pleasurable or fulfilling activities that I can think of or that I learn about in my journey. I want to do anything except for go into a workplace to labor for someone, something, in order to maintain the simplest style of living because that’s bullshit, and unethical. I’m damn sure that’s not what humans were created to do. We were put on a planet that has a wealth of everything that we can ever need FOR FREE AND IN ABUNDANCE but somehow we came together and decided that it is best to detrimentally work for any of it? That’s absurd! My life’s goal is to escape that.

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Tether

17 Thursday Mar 2022

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Let life be a wind
Decisive. Indecisive
Experiences multiply
Another, before the former coasts by

Hindsight touched
by God. Distinct similarity
masked to the present
Liberty in the assurance of what’s to come.

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Friendzoned

21 Monday Feb 2022

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Recently, I realized that I got friendzoned a lot in my life because I am too emotionally mature—even back when I was a young lad in elementary school. Back then, I didn’t know why, but now I understand it as a natural skill in conversation and natural emotional maturity that I have.

Oftentimes, when I start talking to a girl, after two to three separate conversations into our relationship, she would already be telling me very personal stories and truths about herself because she felt that much comfortable in opening up to me—something I’ve always respected and never violated. Unfortunately, when it came to the point where I built enough courage to ask her out on a date, or ask her to be my girlfriend, the answer would always be no, “I really like our friendship and I don’t want to mess it up by getting love involved” or “I love you as a friend, and I don’t want that to change” or “I only like you as a friend” or “no, can we just stay friends please?” or “but you’re my friennddd! Haha…” For a long time, I used to beat myself up over the fact that 1) of all my guy friends (including the ones who barely court/date girls), I was the one to get friendzoned the most and 2) 95% of the best friendships that I’ve had with girls started out as me having romantic interests in that girl until she ends up friendzoning me.

Now, I’ve grown to understand it all as the result of emotional maturity. Having experienced love from an internal view and an external view, I completely understand why someone would want to preserve a healthy relationship by avoiding romance. Nonetheless, I still think it’s best to date that friend that understands you. Date the person who invests time to comprehend and emotionally resonate with you. If the relationship ends up falling apart because love conquered the healthy aspects of it, well, at least you won’t walk away telling a story of how you were in a toxic relationship that you were blind to. On the bright side, the partner being so emotionally mature and able to resonate with you in an emotional level may lead to a healthier depart from the relationship when you two are no longer functioning ideally as romantic partners.

Cheers 💕

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If the Night Could Speak

07 Monday Feb 2022

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stories that end in wit and regret:
memories overseas, encounters with domestic lovers
revealing truths about ourselves, the world:
astrological placements, society’s racial cleverness

“I’ll probably write a poem about this tomorrow”
so where do I start? maybe at your destination
which really are intentions that you carry around
the things you want to achieve, waiting on you
weighing you down, you fall into regret

The City Night is a greedy audience with a promise:
we will never know who it brings our stories to.
So, maybe we’re not really strangers
after all, my stars prophesied about you

We’re sitting on rocks as you describe the effect your sister left
A shadow constantly seen each time you finally fix the lights onto you
an inheritance following you, so your success and failures exalt her glory.
You speak to me like you knew we shared the same story.

Take me around your world, around the world;
leave this night to experience the nights in other cities
While here, sitting on rocks.

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Self-Repression

21 Sunday Nov 2021

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a scene to relive my life
i am filled with regrets
as i imagine the potential possibilities
while my present has no flux

i sing, i rain
i whine, i design
i curse the earth
question common sense and sanity

my life is lived more in my imagination
where the wisdom that me, myself and i have discovered
paints everyone as the opposition

you will suffer if your consciousness affirms you’re meant to
the world will demolish into your haven if you know it is meant to be
you are, where you show the self it is meant to be

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When You Run Your Life to Ruins

02 Tuesday Nov 2021

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Inspired by: “The Ballad Of Cleopatra” by The Lumineers

Which choice leads to permanent fulfillment?
Which to an eternal inferno?
Which single decision will destine my life to ruins?

I wonder if Abby ever went on that road trip?
If the unavoidable ever rolled out of her path?
Reveal a road to fantasy, though normality—
Bypass health complications, pauses on life, medical visits;
Beautiful boys with flowers in their mouths, poison in their hearts

Perhaps Artiana has kids by now
By now, she’s probably risen a chateau of plants.
A forest in her backyard. A garden in her front lawn
Though you wouldn’t recognize the difference between the three

Very often, I wonder which motion will adjust the course of my life towards destruction
Sometimes, I wonder if I’ve already made that choice?
If my life sometimes feels like a déjà vu because in the last second between life and death,
You relive your life.

A part of me knows I’ve written this poem before. So I’ve always wondered
The story is usually written after it all has concluded
But what does it mean if I am sitting here, amidst the chaos
Scripting the events surrounding me?

So, is it true, then?
I’ve already walked the path of life, but it led to its own destruction?
But what was that Ultimate choice?

Life is a yarn of choices, a pile of possibilities, an Olympic “What If?”
But nothing saves you from the choice that runs you to ruins

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Why I Don’t Wanna Go To Heaven

21 Sunday Mar 2021

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What you saw in my eyes was fear. I don’t think I’ve put the first word on paper yet, but for a long time I’ve been writing a poem (in my head) titled, “why I don’t wanna go to heaven”. A small part of me swears I’ve written that poem already, but the bigger part of me knows that’s not true–especially because I’ve searched for it but have yet to find anything. The poem’s title is “Why I Don’t Wanna Go to Heaven”. It’s a poem about how I don’t want to be happy because, with happiness in my arm, each time the seconds tic I will be afraid of losing that happiness. My happiness will be in endless fear as I anticipate it all to be taken away. I don’t want to go to heaven because I’d live in fear all my days there, anticipating it all to be taken from me. So I’d rather stay on Earth, or elsewhere, where I know happiness won’t last long because pain is promised. Where I can walk through the pain because a potential happy ending is my motivation.

Every time you looked into my eyes, I was one inch away from breaking down, probably disintegrating. But who knows?

You were so perfect. You are perfect. I loved you so much. You were nearly everything I could have ever imagined, everything I didn’t even know I needed–I didn’t even know existed. The art. Your beauty. Your imperfections. The way you loved me. The way you smile. The way you touched me. The way we made love. The [silly] words you would say (“honey bub” lol). The way you would drop your walls and boundaries and just fold into my arms, under my wings. The way you trusted me. The conversations we’d have–intellectual and goofy. The art that runs through your veins. Your smell. The moments we spent together, cooking, dancing. You were my first introduction to raw beauty. And I’m talking nature no longer just being natural stuff but the Earth’s decorations, Jewelry. I’m talking the naked body no longer being a well of lust but a pool of beauty, a work of art to be praised. The bliss that poured out of you. The innocence. You were never just happy. You were blissful and it was an exploding fountain of joy. Nothing I could do could ever merit your joy. So, I cowered. For many reasons.

One of them being that I have a long history of things that make me very happy being taken away from me. As I am writing this right now, there is nothing–nothing on this Earth that makes me purely, deeply happy. Not even nearly as happy as you once made me. That’s because I know it will be taken away from me, so I don’t give anything the chance. So I’ve detached myself from everything, don’t let myself be that close to anything. So when it’s time to go our separate ways, letting go is easier.

I knew you would be taken away from me. But the thoughts of you and I were so perfect. But then I was dealing with my past–passed relationships that I was still working through. I was still healing. I loved you. My love for you started growing since that night in December 2015. But it was a push and pull because I was just coming from a terrible heartbreak (plus I had a brain injury so my emotions were actually imbalanced). I wanted to protect myself so I could heal (from the heartbreak). But I wanted to love you too. So the whole time with you had that push and pull going on. But then came him. Idk if he has any connections to the person you are with now–if so, then I say this with all due respect–but I knew he wasn’t good for you. I knew he wasn’t. He doesn’t deserve you in whatever way the story is written or played out. But I also knew that I had my chance to take you away from him, but I let it slip. But I was dealing with my own stuff so I couldn’t blame myself too much. I was scared. I knew you loved him. It was out of control, to the point where you lost track of how much you loved him. Since the beginning, I knew you would be taken away from me simply because that is what happens in my life. Then he came and I realized that was what was gonna take my happiness away. I was scared. I was hurting. When I was willing to fight for you, a voice told me you would never really be mine–he has a piece of you. Fear. Then watching that fear take shape in front of my eyes.

There is also dreams, destiny and other goals that I wanted to accomplish (i.e. become really big with poetry) and I was never certain if giving you my life would be the end of these goals–I was already telling myself these goals would never happen lol. So pursuing them was a dare I gave myself. It still is. I also just simply knew that I didn’t know how to love you to the fullest extent that I knew you deserved to be loved. It was a lot. Fear was most of it. I found myself having to be super strong while all this treasure brought to me might just be taken away. As it was being taken away. It was a lot.


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