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.

anxiety and worry, Digital drawing, Emotional warfare, Life

Dear Past,

You and I have given each other so much of life,

Yet none can compare all my experiences with you.

Seems to be somewhere along the lines of trust and betrayal, you did remind me where to place those things somewhere along the line.

I can now discern that distinct difference between what was, what once held and things does repeatedly makes sense and those doesn’t.

I tried working with you, it was good. I tried not to, it didn’t do me good either. Used your model with all the lessons and yes I have learned the best ones.

Here we are in 2018, 34 years later; however and how much you can come up again and again. Thank you, still I do hate you though coz you were are always kicking me in the shins adding always “It should have been, ‘dapat’, it could have been.”

 well tough luck for me,

At least I am lucky enough to have you at my back, never in front.



anxiety and worry, Digital drawing, doodle, Drawing/Sketch, hate and anger, Life, Line art, meloncholia, noodling, pain and suffering, Personal, poetry, reflective, relationships


Why should I,

How do I?

The thing is,

Both of us grew into our own epitaph of what life fell,

Although yes we are related,

Through some traits and behaviorism are there.

We still are different,

I don’t want to relate and not be your soldiers who’d tolerate.

My life you took by its reigns and kept twisting it to your benefit,

Telling me I can do anything I like,

At minutes pass your hypocrisy is so predictable and very judgemental

Towards whatever and who ever comes your path.

So please,

Don’t tell me you have been there.

Coz I knew,

You weren’t even there when

I needed no one,

And called Him at my side,

To tell me. . .

It’ll be ok, and it will come out hard life in the road

Where I am home abode.