Monday, March 31, 2025

Random Leaf #1786

There will always be tendencies.
Even good to boot heroes has it.
A young and innocent child do have it,
why can't a hero, who won the war,
fought for many years
and gained many experiences
not have even a single one?

I, myself, am not hero,
but if I get to decide,
I might press the button.

Random Leaf #1785 IG

And the taste blood
Is not the same with death.
Lust may linger with the scent
of suffering and despair.
But in the face of the afterlife,
of which not all but the evil doers
knows of what is to come, falls prey
easily of the unknown.
Uncertainy is all there is.
In fact, we may even be praying
to the wrong gods or goddesses
or even worse, the rules we place
so high above might be mistakes
and sin we are supposed to be aware of.

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And the taste of blood
is not the same as death.
Lust clings to the scent
of suffering and despair.
But before the afterlife—
of which most evildoers
know what is to come—
they succumb to the unknown.
Uncertainty—
is all there is.
We may even be praying
to the wrong gods—
or goddesses—
worse still, the rules we raise so high
might themselves be mistakes,
the very sins
we were meant to beware—

Random Leaf #1784

"So when did you start telling lies?
I do hope it isn't when your nose
Would grow a few inches to feet.
You're a lot better than that."

"I'm a playful soul. I like to trick others
But not to the point of hurting them.
I like to laugh. I love laughing.
Being able to deceive others as way
to play and open up conversation
is always a good time for me.
But I never meant to hurt.
Whenever I accidentally do,
I would always apologize.

"Lying is never a part of me,
Playing and tricking others, I love doing it,
Then afterward laugh.
Laugh as hard and as loud as I can.
I won't feel it genuine if only I can
Hear just my own laughing.
The stars need too be laughing at me
and only then I can be happy.

"Lies are meant to be tricks,
to be something to be enjoyed at,
and never something to be regretted."

"So you never lied?"

"In its true essense that I hold dear,
I have.
I have lied.
I have lied a lot.
And if you want to ask to whom my
favorite patron is, I'd say:
it's myself."

Sunday, March 30, 2025

Random Leaf #1783

Through innocent eyes,
those are precious words.
The cruel world polishes green eyes.
Reality is much harsher than
What we are asked to dream of.

And sometimes, it is those
who we cherish that are instruments
used by the devil himself.

Random Leaf #1782 IG

They will judge you,
for they do not know you.
Your past isn't what you are now.
But that is your own story to tell.

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They will judge you,
for they do not know you.
Your past is not your now—
your story is yours to tell.

Random Leaf #1781

"What if the caretaker of this so called tree of the forbidden fruit is actually the devil? And our ancestors, Adam and Eve, were the son and daughter-in-law of Our Creator. Why the devil gave the fruit to Eve you may ask? Imagine being an employee and your employer's son or daughter-in-law ask for a something, who would had a heart to deny such gift for such darling?"

"Those were poison."

"The children's eyes were. Just a bit, can we not spoil the little ones?"

"The devil wanted them dead."

"Why would there be a poison in a garden called paradise?"

Random Leaf #1780

And all she could pay for
was a smile.
What she got was worth
less than what she paid for.

Random Leaf #1779

If you thought being a hero is easy after victory is claimed. Oh! You had it all wrong. There will always be a war going on, for us heroes. And we are the ones who gets to decide. Believe me if I say, we are always on the edge of toppling everything down and just burning this whole world all over.

Random Leaf #1778

And to what end does writer keep on writing? It's a given they want to be heard but I, for one who considers himself to be, would not like a conversation. I want to be heard. I want to speak and I want people to listen, so I write.

But I feel it shouldn't end there. I doubt my abilities could even write an opus but if perhaps I could, by sheer chance, if writing need one, maybe I would write one. I want to heard. But not just be heard, I want to change people. I want to be understood. I know it's my wishful thinking that is saying this grand scheme but I do. And with this limited ability I have, I first need to understand before I could be understood. Just like alchemy, right? Equivalent exchange, or something.

But is that it? And for what is to come, I have faith that not everything I will say or write will be understood, heck I believe people would even get mad at the things I will one day write and say. And that is because two things, my limited understanding and ability and the nature of oppositions. This would in turn call for an argument, then a debate which ultimately in essense is conversation. I don't like talking to people, have I already mentioned that?

But it is conversation that leads to understanding. So I guess I have to endure through it. I need to be understanding for the world too to understand me. But I just wish that would be the case. Often times, as I've mentioned already, the nature of opposition would lead to always having an argument and thus misunderstand will be something that is absolute. Close minds will always make misunderstanding something like a law, an absolute, as I've mentioned already. This can be dissolved, dis.. disapproved with a conversation, but having opposite ideas with no inclination to understand the otherside would always yield the same result, misunderstanding.

How can I overcome this? Or maybe this is something that cannot be overcome but something we must live with.

We have to accept that what's to someone is right to everyone else, there will always be someone who opposes this. Probably due to circumstance, a limited understanding or ability or a far wider understanding of things. This cases will only be explained if we would all just be heard. Not simple by speaking or writing but to be given a chance to be heard and understood. A thief stealing food to give to his starving neighbor is doing a bad thing but is he evil? Is good man doing good things just to feel that certain sense of high when he does good things truly good? If we can just know and understand one another maybe having a conversation would actually be a good thing.

But as I mentioned twice already, I hate conversing with people. i just want to be heard and so I write. That way I wouldn't have to argue and I don't have to rack up what little energy I could spare my brain just to understand someone. But this wouldn't make me a good writer, would it?

It would paradise if I could write and people would just nod and agree with I say. Buy growth won't exist with that, I am very certain with that. And just a heads up, I am not a good writer. Let's establish that. 

But I do love to writing. I like hearing the voice inside my head while making a subtitle with my fingers and the keyboard, or at times with my pen and paper. In essense, I feel like having a conversation with myself without growth and or having a Ted Talk or a speech inside my mind. And everything just seemed right and perfectly fit. But of course, I could disagree with the voice inside my head but I am glad because it would be too harsh, cruel or painful when other tell me of my mistake. Yes, opposites to exists everywhere and often times when paired with emotion results to heated argument and in turn to more misunderstanding.

If people could talk more calmly maybe people would have more open mind to understanding one another.

Saturday, March 29, 2025

Random Leaf #1777

"And of what did you meant
The stars were talking last night?"

"Did you not also hear them?"

"The neighbor's evening racket is what.
Gosh! Darn! They keep on doing it
Every damn night!"

"So you did hear."

"Hear? That's our neighbor's noise
I keep on hearing
And then the supposedly peaceful calm
We're supposed to deserve after
Everyday of hard work earned us nothing
But the opposite.
Everythings' just loud,
I hate it."

"Oh! Don't that."

"Why? Don't I at least deserve
Peace and quiet after a long day of..
Oh! How cruel this life is."

"Even your voiced complaints too,
it's the sound of the stars.
They're speaking:
The stars;
The clouds;
Everything."

"What?"

"The voiceless will speak
with a language only those
who wants to hear could understand."

Random Leaf #1776

But if we mentioned of heaven,
We should commit and take it
as well our duty to also talk of hell.

The brimstones, fire, sea of flame,
the hot, searing pain that comes
with the gravely exhausting feel
Of wanting it all to end but
No amount of prayer will
Be heard and answered from sinners
such as me and..
Perhaps you as well?
Oh! I don't know.

But what if that isn't hell after all?
You also know of the deepest part
as mentioned by the master poet Dante,
Was it called Cocyutus?
I don't know and I hardly care
If I spelled it right.
The feel of icicle forming above
the skin which in turn pierces through
forming blistering frost burn,
frost bite and let's forget the faces on the
Trees that whispers lies and false promises.
The chains we could also hear from
the deepest distant but that is for
Someone who needs a prayer from others.
And unlike the lava and brimstone area,
this place is dark, cold
and all around creepy, that is TLDR for you.

Random Leaf #1775

And what if it isn't like that?
This afterlife you mentioned.
What if there is something else?

The paradise would be a place
where people would rejoice and worship
for all the days of the here after.

I just know wouldn't fun for
People with ADHD and those
who get bored a lot 

Fun Fact:
I have ADHD.

Random Leaf #1774

And maybe there is no afterlife.
Just things shutting off.
And the brightness we see,
No matter how dim it is
For each of us,
Just fade to black.

The question of having done so
Great contributions or
being of significance is,
out of the question,
completely irrelevant.

Things happening are fleeting,
And in the mercy of time and memory.

Should one be kind
If that were the reality?
Forget what is to come and
Who would remain.
I ask you once more,
Should one be kind
If that is the hereafter?

Random Leaf #1773

"She's the one who
made me love poetry.
Oh! Mind you,
Not those meaningful short
Ones either.
She made me see
beauty in words so
simple anyone understand,
Yet these words
hold so much depth.
The world's ocean cannot fill
them were they cup.

"But that isn't all she made me love.
I like the small talk we have by the day
and the most random of topics at night.
If she were some sort a drug,
I'd say she's my heroine,
not that I know of it,
but she's the one always there to save me.

"Have I mentioned the first silly
Book I made was dedicated to her?
It's a collection of some few stories.
I know it isn't a big thing,
And there were great many errors
here and there:
The grammars, the indents,
the spellings and so much more.
And I don't get why I enjoyed writing.
Maybe because I know
Someone will read it. She will read it.
It's just a hunch but I know she will.

"How I wish I could still
Write as brilliantly like before.

"Truth be told, emotions makes me write,
And love can't just be considered one."

Saturday, March 22, 2025

Random Leaf #1772

But do keep in mind the protagonists of stories won't always pick being heroes. Some have already decided path. While there are those who aren't able to.

Random Leaf #1771

A hero's death is never on a bed and dying of old age. A hero dies on a battlefield he chose. And there will always be two ending: first one is a lifeless body standing a top of million corpse of his enemies, it would have been a bonus if he's smiling and he's adorned by bruises, stab wounds from arrows, knives and swords; and the second one, a hero giving his last war cry as he pit himself against overwhelming odds that no one or just a few would dare undertake. Unfortunately, in this scenario, the hero's lifeless body become one with the million corpses that have tried but obly reached so far. Oh! Do take to mind, in both cases, the heroes always do reach greatness. They all do.

As for those who lived long enough. They are the ones who are most unfortunate.

Thursday, March 20, 2025

Random Leaf #1770

And what of it is good?

Random Leaf #1769

"And what of it?
You keep telling
yourself, unaware
of this growing fear,
You will be rememebered."

"How can I not?
Somewhere, sometime
I am sure I am,
Rather we will,
be rememberer.
No memory will
unforget us. I know."

"Bravado. A facàde.
You will be forgotten."

"You without faith,
Forget your curse
Is never one.
It is a blessing.
At least, for us."

"Aren't you the ones
cursed with fleeting?"

"Oh! How insensitive of me.
I apologize.
But given the chance
That one you get lonely,
please do remind yourself,
of us. Or at the very least,
Of me."

"A proud mortal
such as you,
Who can?"

Saturday, March 15, 2025

Random Leaf #1768

The stars gave each permission,
All wish be heard but not all answered.
The old man gaze at them.
And only he, among the few,
first noticed beauty.

Wednesday, March 12, 2025

Random Leaf #1767

"Of course, the world listens. It's listening to everything we say. It knows every that we do; everything that we think of doing and we've done. There's no point in hiding it."

"Why.. why does injustice exists?"

"Because justice does- Wait, what are we talking about again?"

"The world is cruel."

"Nope, it isn't. Truth is, the world is fair. Cruelty is.. is a.. product of how everyone is in the world."

"It isn't fair."

"It sure does but I'm guessing you're thinking why there are people who are in better position than others. That's what you're thinking, right?"

"Yes, aren't we all equal in the eyes of our maker?"

"That is true but that's just because it's in the eyes of the one who made us. Much like how the shepherd sees his flocks, the sheeps are all just the same. Although, we cannot say if there are some who are more favored than others but that's just.. happens when certain conditions are met? I think. But still to a shepherd, a sheep is still a sheep."

"But why isn't everyone treated equally?"

"We're not the shepherd. We're the sheep. And in a community of sheep there is also someone who'd always do better and are in better position than others. That is the truth. To say it simply, not everyone is equal. That is the truth we have to adhere since we are just sheep."

"But that's just unfair."

"Would it be fair for the hard working and the hardly working to earn the same wage at the end of the day?"

"No but that's.. Not everyone gets the same opportunity as others."

"That's the parent's fault. And then the parents' parents and so on and so on."

"What?"

"A person's hard works, achievements and opus, if there can be, is what will determine the life of the generation that follows. The inequality you speak of actually took place in the time of our ancestor. But that isn't everything, how things will be after you get to a certain phase, will be all on how you put effort into your life. Think of it as a game, the difficulty set to us in the beginning is thanks to the efforts put in by our ancestors but how we play game is what determines with how things will be in our life and of the next."

Tuesday, March 11, 2025

Random Leaf #1766

Don't tell me you
Didn't saw the signs.

You've no right
To speak of miracles
If you can't even feel
The change in the weather.

You just don't love her that dearly.

You say you're torn between faith and love,
But that's just an excuse.
You aren't in love
and you aren't faithful.
You're afraid.

Of what you ask.
Tell me,what is it you're so afraid of
That you can't even hold your breath
When she's around.
Tell me, what is it you're so afraid of
That you can't even talk to her or
to even just go near her.

I know you aren't content
just by looking at her.

And you're true act of folly
is you know. Deep down you know.
You know already that she knows.

Random Leaf #1765

Those were tears.
She was not just soaked
In rain water.
She was actually brewing a storm.
In her heart there is a tempest
Causing havoc
and you're ignoring her.

Saturday, March 8, 2025

Thursday, March 6, 2025

Random Leaf #1763 IG

No matter how much you deny it,
your heart, you so deemed cold
and frozen, beats.

You're in love.
You're in love.
You're in love.

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No matter how much you deny it,
your heart—
so cold, so frozen—
still beats.

You're in love.
You're in love.
You — are — in love.

Random Leaf #1762

Nothing is equal in life, the grass will always be greener on the other side. But that should not stop you from admiring the flowers, the different breeze and scent of the wind, the view of the sky or the horizon. You can always look at your neighbor's lawn but it is your duty to notice the miracles.

Monday, March 3, 2025

Random Leaf #1761

On a ceremony, where standing is mandatory, please do tell the bedridden and the cripple to stand.

Random Leaf #1760

No one is above the law,
that's the truth.
But life,
life isn't fair.
The law is up above
but not everyone is on equal footing.

Random Leaf #1759

What about the heart? Must we be indifferent to them? We know the rules, we know the law. But what of the anguished? What of the people who left unsuccessful? What of those who continues to strive yet without the proper know how, other than being human, still gets treated unfairly?

Is this the end of the system? To create rule breakers to be caged and locked; to make people suffer; to deny good game for a fair game.

Random Leaf #1758

Injustice prevails and you are no hero. In a world where heroes are needed, you are just a passerby; a side character; a mob without name. You see the chains and all you can do is complain. Your voice is trivial, minute to the grand scheme.

At the end of the day, no matter how victorious you seem to feel, you are worth less.

Sunday, March 2, 2025

Random Leaf #1757

Beneath the sun,
On a desert sand,
and I'm drowning.

Random Leaf #1756

"It is awfully cloudy," said the jaded man. The stars shone brighter that night.

Random Leaf #1755

"Shouldn't you be terrified?"

"Am I not?"

"You are?"

"Of course, I am."

"They way you carry yourself, from how you act to your attitude. Everything just seem nonchalant. Tell me the truth, that's just how faithful you are, right?"

"If fear is what dictates my faith then I really am faithful. It is unknown of what we'll become hereafter and the notes, preaches and rumors I often read, hear or pass by tells me about a very scary thing that will happen to everyone who commits evil."

"Commit evil? You? But you're a good man."

"The devil is truly great at hiding his horns. It's no-"

"Devil?"

"Figure of speech. All I'm saying is that I'm not this good person you all think of me. i have my own intentions and motives. Best I warn you now and you tell among the others, this person you believe that I am, is not really a good person. I am no saint."

"You really are good with your jokes and humor."

"True but let me tell you a secret, a good liar will tell you a lie and you would easily believe him. But a true liar will tell you the truth and, no matter what, you won't be able to believe him."

Random Leaf #1754

"What is there for me to say? Should I ask forgiveness? True, I'll be heard but would I still be when I'm you know where."

".. You do not ask forgiveness to be-"

"Yes, yes, I know. It's for repentence."

"Yes, but not just that."

"There's more?"

"Forgiving yourself."

"There are many interpretation of hell. And I'm guessing the one you're thinking about is a fiery lake, am I right?"

"Isn't it not?"

Random Leaf #1753

I know.
You were
not there
for worship.

Random Leaf #1752

Past the snow
beneath our sole,

the quiet seeps
in the dream
of spring morning.

The smell of petrichor,
vividly glitters the memory
of our forgotten.

Sleep for now
then soon after awaken.
We, too, crave of summer

But first it's winter
then comes spring and after
the dew ladden voice of temper.

Let us be
beneath as our wonder.

Random Leaf #1751

And if you're wondering,
I am one of the voices you
easily hear but quietly ignore.

I hate getting ignore but
There's nothing I can do about it.
I just wish you to be happy.

Random Leaf #1750

I too am sure
this sort of kindness
is ephemeral.

Down the line of
the many generations
I may or may not meet,
I will be unremembered.

Random Leaf #1749

Oh! And before I forget
The pain is also recurring.

Don't worry about it,
We're all going to

Random Leaf #1748

And of this fleeting love
you feel,
it is also a phase.
Nothing more after a while.

Just give in for a moment.
Then after, tell me
how you still feel.

Random Leaf #1747

It is just a phase.
Nothing more.

Random Leaf #1746

"And you told them
they weren't invited
to your funeral.
How could you?"

"It would be different
if it is my birthday."

"What?"

Random Leaf #1745

"You speak blasphemous things."

"Does it matter? Where I'm going? Should it still matter?"

"You will never be forgiven."

"It might cross my mind in the afterlife or rather it will be in my mind for all eternity. An eternity of torment and suffering. Eternity. Forever. A very long time. I'd definitely think about it when it finally happen. But right now, should I even? The moment, this sad pitiful life I have. The life I'm living right now, is fleeting. It's very short in contrast of what I will be dealing with then. So, right now, when.. When.. I'm still free to do and act as I want. Yes! This is my freewill utilized at max."

"You poor thing."

Random Leaf #1744

"The soul and the conciousness are two separate things. Death is inevitable. Three things separate: The body, the soul and conciousness. The body dies. The conciousness fades. The soul transfers. Mind you, it isn't the soul we fall in love with. It's either on the conciousness or the body. More than usual, on both. The soul is not sentient. It is not aware. It will never be. The soul is not the conciousness. The conciousness and the body may get destroyed but never the soul."

"What of hell? What of heaven?"

"Fear instilled and reward to relieve."

"Reincarnation?"

"Transfer of soul. I almost forgot, soul cannot be destroyed, they can only be transferred or diffused, get divided into many."

Random Leaf #1743

And here my thoughts are of Isla.

Saturday, March 1, 2025

Random Leaf #1742

Be matured enough to know heaven isn't for you.

Random Leaf #1741

"She kept her composure. At least, that's something."

"No, you're wrong."

"What?"

"She kept her faith. Can't you see it? She died with a smile on her face. And it's not something driven by insanity of sort. It's real genuine smile. She's as if she's telling, she had done her mission and is finally meeting The Father."