Digital drawing, Drawing/Sketch, Life, poetry, Portraits

am I to accept,

. . .na lang lahat ng binibigay sa akin.

. . . ti tiis na lan ba talaga nun at ngayon.

. . . hang gang kelan ako mag pa paka tanga ng ganito.

Why did I even bother risked everything when

The changes I needed to beheld

was interrupted and now this.

©oam

®artsydhude 97-18

™XENOphagz

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Digital drawing, free verse, Life, meloncholia, pain and suffering, poetry, reflective, relationships

Deflect to Reflect.

A feather was given to me by a crow.

It has rainbow colors.

The crow looked at me sideways.

I pulled yellow,

I saw myself at 80’s.

I pulled blue,

I saw myself from a toddler into my 8th year.

Red,

I saw none but I felt all of the fear I felt

through all my years.

Green,

All of the opportunity missed and experiences.

Brown,

Felt all the range of rage,

to all my loneliness of all my sorrows.

Purple,

My immediate and relatives

the ones who loved me,

those who can say but not even dare show.

On a whim of a breeze, I feel the last feather

Shown a color of what people are,

shown the true test of a person’s love and affection.

yes,

why even bother to give when one can not even leave

his ego behind, 

and ends what a past can hold.

😭🎭🆕🆒🆙📴🎭😭

©oam

®artsydhude 7-18

™XENOphagz

Digital drawing, Life, poetry

There is a train. . . 

Coming out,

but never going in.

Coming thru

yet don’t want to get to.

One is asking,

please stop.

The other,

has that black fuel all of the emotional stress with it.

How do I stop,

can it take a break

so my body doesn’t can make something

out of this brain.

💉😭🎭💥🎭😭💉

©oam

®artsydhude

™XENOphagz

Art, Digital drawing, doodle, Life, poetry, Portraits

Fly my thoughts . . .

unto the heights of where no one can follow.

into a wide narrow slits of memories have never left,

only to be with me. . .

. . . Loving you there.

. . . what was once I knew of the real family I once held dear.

. . . where all of the lust in me left me, wanting none but to have you

laugh,

cry,

and little kiss upon my eye.

Telling me.

 “I will never you, 

will never forsake our moments,

won’t ever forget your love,

‘coz in my heart we never left each other’s eye.”

😭😭🎭💥🎭😭😭

© oam

®artsydhude 7-18

™XENOphagz

Drawing/Sketch, Life, Mixed media, poetry

NmV 00.a3

Impose on me a love,

not a love of what we are meant to feel,

not a love of it needs,

nor a love between two unyielding eyes of lust of desires.

I would at least have a !ove which none can compare.

of such care,compassion, and that offer none to begin.

Only one can be shared, yet in a way never consenting. . .

. . . only to teach

. . . only to be shown so !ife can start of theirs.

How and where is this !ove I am instigating.

What can I give,

so that which is given . . .

so that which can be taught.

It is already here,

I,

we,

you and me can.

Just by reading,

Just by listening,

Just by looking,

and start itself by the real application from the first and last,

 “Love each other as I have loved you.”

 wanna start?

or can we all still listen and never do anything 

In a wake of our own sins for each other.

😎🎭😎😭😭😭💉🆒📴

©oam

®artsydhude 7-18

™XENOphagz

Digital drawing, Life, poetry

NmV 0A.@5

Where was she,

when those shock troopers paraded and rounded everyone.

Where was she,

when time always knew how to influence people in power

knew that war is the only way to peace.


Where was she,

when innocence always struggle and suffer from age to age.

We know not why that cause of we can,

Coz in her hot supernova state,

she can fly. . .

she sees all of tears. . .

she stays silent.

Only to come back,

Only as dense a firestar,

Volcanic as Amon Amarth.


Because hope dies in front of what we see,

But never fades,

It only needs embers to its tinder.

She always knows what hope means.

😎💥💥💥🐲💥💥💥😎

©oam

®artsydhude 7-18

™XENOphagz