anxiety and worry, Blank Verse, Drawing/Sketch, Emotional warfare, free verse, hate and anger, Mixed media, pain and suffering, poetry

. . . I am to presume all of the years,

and the muddled,

scrubbed and soiled,

tattered and shed.

None at all by my own assumptions

since all of these lovely anxieties,

all of my disappointments,

are nothing to someone but,

an emotional tantrum.

Yet someone who had a paper saying,

that is the only case.

Then she hands me a paper saying,

take a number,

take this pill,

and shove everything.

Since all of my life’s trial

are none but all

that matters to no one.

Only to myself

I am to see.



®Artsydhude 97-18

™XENOphagz, XenoGrapx

anxiety and worry, Blank Verse, Drawing/Sketch, free verse, Mixed media, poetry

Chicken pride

My subjects are the sense of my own pride.

I am proud to be an owner of my emotional assumptions,

which takes none of what

truth can show,

truth can give.

For my evidence has no bearing,

of any objective facts lies at the core 

of the divine which leads me.

None to cry nor try,

what can be contrasted but always compared,

that is where I,

grew up on.

grew into.

and where all my family loved since then.

I am to break,

I am to shake,

I need to bake,

So at least the ones do come up,

need not to change,

for they can correct it,

themselves for their life,

incomparable from my pride.





anxiety and worry, Digital drawing, free verse, Life, poetry

Water of my melon.

Have you seen a past,

full of life?

Have you known that then is not now?

I used to be,

But I still do,

I longed for a hot sexy and steamy ones,

Yet when I looked at you.

I can be sweet in your face,

but do gag on my own when you are not around.

I do wonder how Adam,

how he took a bitter tasting fig,

not knowing what he got into.

not knowing what it meant to keep blaming.

not knowing what uncomfortable life they are getting into.

I would like him more than all of the ones, who fucked up the real eden.



®artsydhude 97-18


anxiety and worry, Digital drawing, free verse, poetry

Pwm 20.6x

Your extreme is not mine to resist,

Mine is not even yours,

Thing is why do I bother give not just,

but all of my edge of my sanity.

And you tell me I am always mad at you.

Think not of the event of a minute,

while I come down from the eternity of my own madness,

thus you keep pushing.

When I do, you back up knowingly 

you can see and observe for yourself,

I am not me.



®artsydhude 97-18


anxiety and worry, Digital drawing, doodle, Life, poetry


Sa isang iglap,

Sana. . .

Sa iyong akala,

Sana. . .

Sa aking isipan na walang kataposan,

Sana. . .

Pero kung may pangako,

Alam ko. . .

Pero kung ang aking panampalataya ay totoo,

Alam ko. . .

Merong loob ang aking puso at diwa.

My terms are not the glossary of my days.

Were it up to me,

All of my assumptions,

presumptive, and predictive attitude;

will always be thorns of my shoes,

is the gum on my Jordan’s,

are my hindrance towards any of my goal.



®artsydhude 07-18


anxiety and worry, Blank Verse, Emotional warfare, free verse, Life, pain and suffering, poetry, reflective

Imageless verse

O.n : N.o l12


An arrogant fool who keeps bitterness as his own mistress,

has an ignorant heart.

He can try to contemplate a life of baggage of past,

comparing the goodness of love of company to the present problem,

where all his life can be as good as now only to undo its harmony,

After he can’t accept and appreciate what is in front of him.


© Ohms 2018.

anxiety and worry, Digital drawing, Emotional warfare, Life, meloncholia, poetry

NmBc 16e

Will I see you, future?

Can I talk to you, Past?

I know I am always with present second.

Then if all these gather at one point.

They will do what it means necessarily to see me,

In strings.

Be torn apart.

Will I ever separate all of ’em.

Or can they . . .

In harmony

In balance

On a prescence.

Whatever it and may it all be.

Then all of it will be in thought or memory.

Or can I apply all things daily.