Pride brings a person low, but the lowly in spirit gain honour. Proverbs 29:23



The Epiphany Trilogy, Part II


Yet still,

I feel sorry for everyone around me,

Mostly because we are all blind,

Some more than others,

Some coming to the realisation of the world around them.

People say I’m plagued with sadness,

They tell me that a smile can fix everything.

If they knew why I was sad,

They might understand how I feel.

But no-one wants to communicate,

Because their lives should be only happy:

Happy thoughts,

Happy things,

Happy people.


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The Epiphany Trilogy, Part I


Is it weird that I feel responsible for everything and everyone?

Overly emotional and confused when the world seems hopeless.

And then hopeful and happy when the world looks beautiful.

Questions are always in my head,

The things that I read, listen to or watch,

People don’t want to know about it,

Because it is not mainstream,

People around me don’t want to hear the truth.

They instead, 

Want to hear lies concocted by empty minds,

To feel better about themselves.



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Reminder #4


  1. 3rd August, 2016: Mainstream
  2. 10th August, 2016: Smile
  3. 17th August, 2016: Realist


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The Grateful Trilogy, Part III.


I’m still questioning if this life is right.

As I always do.

And there are times when I think yes,

But I’m still conflicted.

And there is so much I want to do, to be.

Yet I am my own enemy.

I used to love the night,

But sadly, it’s insignificant now.

All my life I’ve felt foreign and distant,

Even to the ones I’ve known since birth.

My friends are in my mind.

My enemies are within.


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The Grateful Trilogy, Part II.


Thinking comes best when we’re driving,

When the music plays,

Thoughts begin to flow,

But they’re not always comforting.

My thoughts have been of late,

Far from comforting.

Often at times,

While we’re driving,

The car speeding down the highway,

I wish that time could just stop.

That there was more to understand,

If we all moved at a slower rate.

I come to new places with a strict mindset,

I want anything but to be there,

I force myself to believe the fact,

That I could never love where I am now.

And strangely,

End up breaking my morals.

But there is more to this,

So much more I know I can discover,

Yet I never reach the core.

However I am scared,

Scared that knowledge will eventually,

Turn against me…as it has before.

Waking up and closing my eyes,

Have been important moments for me,

In the past few days,

And everything that I once believed,

Was impossible is now possible,

I never doubt it anymore.

And somehow,

Thanks be to God,

Amidst all this confusion,

There are hours in the day,

Where I am grateful and happy…

…This is what I live for.


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The Grateful Trilogy, Part I.


Travelling across the state,

With the music loud in my ears,

Watching day fade into the night,

Sunshine to moonlight.

Feeling sad for the ones I’ve left,

The home I live in,

The routine I grew used to,

Excitement to apathy.

The night is so pleasant,

The music is warm,

And while I feel free,

I still feel bound to the past.

Holding on,

To old memories,

While living in the moment,

Seems to be the only way I live now.



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