Only a creature so evil–with a soul as black as a moonless night, and without a heart–will say about someone’s death: “What goes around comes around”. Unquantifiable despise for each other is no reason to utter such vile words. I, too, sometimes fantasize about a more permanent solution to an unpleasantly problematic person, but in…… Continue reading Evil, death and a paltry existence
What’s the matter with them? They want not any rhyming poem. These poets of present time, Don’t they know how to rhyme? Whatever then! © 2019 Anna Jailene Aguilar # P.S. I’m just having fun with this super short post. Peace!
Granted that both “books” and “birthdays” start with the letter “b”, but why would I use books out of their usual place as my featured image? I call the image “Books displaced”. Often, as my birthday draws close, I begin to ponder. I seem to use the impending another-year-older moment as my time for instropection,…… Continue reading Birthdays
In full consciousness, I do my utmost to remember to stay still and keep to myself quietly when an extreme emotion engulfs me, especially when that emotion falls under the lower part of the happiness bar. I am learning to postpone making any major decision when the current level of my joy is significantly above…… Continue reading Deliberate living: outside of an average day
“Come,” the faceless voice whispers to me. “Keep walking. Come here. Come in here.” I see an open door. I squint. Do I think I could see inside if I do? I only see darkness past the doorway, but I don’t have to see with my eyes what the room holds. I have been there.…… Continue reading Voice in my head
I long for an equal playing field where determining factors exclude family or relations, color or creed, gender or sexuality, age, or even length of legs, type of hair, size of waistline, and the like, and where we are all treated the same, unless the job calls for thin, long legs that carry a bony…… Continue reading My heart’s desires
I have been “around”, but I suspect I was not truly present. I exist. I float. I flit, not in the British sense but like a small bird. Not long ago, I was making (not made) a conscious effort to pay attention to my life. The intention was good. It was a work-in-progress. Sadly, it…… Continue reading The importance of being present