“The New World”

    No religion, no country, no territorial boundary, This world can be a place like no other. No rule parts to play, No currencies, no need for a job. We are not humans here, We are like an orbiting species taking its role as…

Hour 23 prompt

A world not like this In a world not like this, a wondrous dream, A place where rainbows in the sky gleam, The sun’s gentle warmth, a constant embrace, Where raindrops fall, but not a single trace. Trees adorned with fruits, branches bending low, Shrubs…

“In the hour of silence”

  There’s no energy remains, Just a drop of blood that taste like coffee, I’m in the hour of silence, madness. Or maybe silence sounds like weakness, A few breads to eat, My rice cooker not yet meeting its red mark. I’m yet in the…

A World Unlike Ours – Hour 23, Prompt 23

A world unlike this one would be so much fun i‘d name it Your Choice and we’d all have a voice.   Money, no problem rich or poor, all pocket none instead of currency, we will deem everything free.   No hunger, or thirst food…

“Keep Running”

Running to escape. I am hiding to catch myself. In a dream, I am my own enemy, I am my own defenses, curses and weaknesses, I am the monster under my bed. My eyes turn red when I see myself in the mirror. Am I…

“My 3:00AM Ritual”

  Every weekend, before the world wakes up, I grab my running shoes and head out for a jog. In the University of The Philippines near my place, It’s no race, I felt like grace, And the feeling of being in a good place, Starting…

Concrete jungle

Hour 11 Monotonous grey buildings everywhere Can’t walk without bumping into others Living our same mechanical lives Same routine, same ugly views   Yearning for some green views For the glimpse of a flowing river To walk under tall trees Here even the plants are…

Prompt Twenty-three – The Caveman Calls

Prompt Twenty-three – Text Prompt Write a poem about a world that is not this one.   The Caveman Calls   The cavemen had it good. They foraged for food, Collected their wood, and relied on their mood.   They drew on their cave wall,…

Stolen Heart – Hour Twenty-Three

Stolen Heart I have stolen the heart there within you You were likely saving it for somebody better Forgive me, but I do not regret it It is something I hold very dear And I do not plan on returning