Digital drawing, meloncholia, poetry

Pho-m .2x

You keep telling me

Sure whatever, I try to understand.

You keep telling me,

Sure whatever, I give all I can to and for you.

You keep telling me,

I give and you take everything for granted.

The only answer I give is,

to show you how much everday is a blessing to me you are here.

No matter how much my mind twist and turns,

I know you can be there.

So you tell me,

all of material things that you keep buying,

have more importance

than my. . .

. . . worth;

. . . impotance,

. . . hope

for our sake of our livelihood.

Then you keep saying,

I bought that for you,

 so I can look good,

while people dare 

and not care 

 of appearance.



®artsydhude 7-18


Digital drawing, meloncholia, Quip

Open letters, fr:Hope

To despair,

I would like to tell you, you can live on everyday grieving.

Yet your emptiness is wallowing nothing but a trauma of mountainous shitpile.

Get your mind out of yourself, you will see you are crying over nothing

you are murdering yourself and will get into a bitter rage that one day will soon make it more damaging then fixing a little of yourself.

In time you will see, you can smile again.

Hope I can see you not smile, but to laugh more than cry.
Sincerely Hope.



®artsydhude 7-18


Digital drawing, poetry, reflective

The choice. H.

On a whimper of soft breeze out of the east,
I am reminded of the homeland i knew once.

I took my feet and walked knowing no sense of direction.

I hear a crow spoke in the air, a loud cawing in the distant west.

Once a tale told me,

Go where the sun cannot follow the moon.

Chase that moon into the lands of the sun.

I gave chase to the sound.

I saw a dove perched and stared hard at me.

She said,

young man follow your heart.

young man your mission is not here.

dont follow where you can’t fly.

I awoke with a friendly tongue that slurped me into stickiness.

My love, my darling my Bridget. She once held me as her friend forever.

My darling dog who I once knew when she still with me then.

A familiar tone graced my back.

Pulled me, and gave me a loving tug thena noogie on my hair.

Kuya Paul is here.

I welled up all of my tears,

As I saw the one who recently joined,


She gave me the warmest hug and held me.

A light smile near, all of the loved one dissapeared.

I know him,

He always knew I’d know him by his light smile.

Brother Raphael.

My dear one, let me ease all that pain you come to let go of.

. . . Do not bare it,

. . . Do not share it,

. . . Do not live it.

Learn to unlearn all your struggles.

With a touch,

and the smile.

I am rushed on a temporal quark,

and awoke with a visage of love that stared at me,

lovingly unconditional devoted for me alone.



®artsydhude 07-18


Digital drawing, meloncholia, poetry


What bliss is this,

Once it was vivid,

upon the shores of lucidity.

What bliss is this,

I was given a light at 3:51 on a sunday of Oct’20th, of 13th.

I knew not of a feeling holding her,

I knew not being a mother,

only to serve no one,

but my daughter.

I wish i can. . .

run after,

walk after,

live beside,

and an energy that never ends with her.

Follow your bliss once a late teacher kept pestering.

I don’t want to follow,

coz living is bliss beside her,

and it is hell on earth and heaven 

when she sits and laugh me all the way.




™ XENOphagz

Digital drawing, doodle, Life, Line art, Personal, poetry, reflective

NmV #00.a3

I found an old pen,

I tried writing with it,

It found my heart.

My love flowed from its ink.

My heart knew what my mind couldn’t see.

With all of its ink dried.

What I read out,

The words were not mine,

It said,

 “Love again,

But not people,

Love again,

Not a person.

Love again,

Not yourself.

Love again,

Only the one you know.

Love your own better self,

Love the bitterness of self,

Only then to enjoy what love means,

Only then to love everything and everyone.”





Digital drawing, Life, Line art, Personal, poetry, reflective

Tbc 3

Have faith in fate.

Believe in destinies.

Trust the mind of the heart,

Life creates what it did destroy

where you think it was,

Will never be.

Nevermind what happened,

In time,

She will conspire with space

They will give you a breathless kiss,

lovingly giving you what heaven feels like,

only to remember where hell was once there.





Digital drawing, Life, Line art, meloncholia, poetry

NsVs vs NmBs .454

Please disappoint me,

With that I can trust.

Please expect more from me,

I will see to that and make it unexpected in the process.

I want you to judge me everytime,

cuz in a way I know you cannot change the way you feel about me.

While all false love is always given,

I will have that for myself and be

truthful in the trinity of being.