Society’s facade to the ignorant.
There, a baby comes
to earth, born with
nothing, just filled
with tears - tears of laughter
with soften yearns, people
surrounding him gets
what happened to those;
people became filled
with such eccentricity.
with social norms;
people judging him
when he acts like himself.
to earth, but he became
beaten and slaughtered when
he finally saw the real world.
#society #people #truth #reality #words #writing #poetry #poem #spilled ink #veltrice
Society vs Poverty.
Lost and troubled;
feeble and weak;
judged and tumbled;
wallowed and creeped.
Lost and lonely;
lying on the streets;
darkness fills this alley,
and all that lies is a
tarnished and slapped;
a kid with a bright future,
was thrown into the slams.
sadness abided; but no one
gives a damn - because
selfishness is what fills a man.
the plight of the crying child;
for all that ever matters,
are the little things like those
watches and diamonds.
for the materialism of
life is of more importance;
and that poor child out
there can salvage his
Society - oh society -
you are a freaking witch;
making humans hate each
other, as they fight amongst
is that how you educated
the public; to be ever so
competitive; lacking even
the slightest sympathy.
I’m tired of living - living
in a world filled with greed,
lust, fraud and curses.
about is about his entity;
no one ever cares about
that little child living
on the streets.
about how you feel.
So just live with it.
This is the cruel fate
of the world we are
currently living in.
#pathetic #poem #poetry #sad #society #spilled ink #thoughts #veltrice #words #writing #poverty
Tragic moments when the softness
of the heavens touches the crudeness
of inhabitants; sun rising amongst the
tall green trees with its light
glistering amongst the seaweeds;
even so, sediments of cement and clay
loiters amidst the once clear waters.
whole lot of machines starts
penetrating through the rigid
ground to execute the plan of
re-development and to manifest
the structural concept of
has been inexplicably
destroyed by the selfishness
of man-kind and the
charisma of materialism.
wondering why the
world’s going against them.
Because, those foolish
souls are the reason
behind all these disasters.
#nature #disasters #poetry #prose #spilled ink #words #writing #veltrice
I thought I knew.
I thought I knew the melody
that you were singing; the
silent words that whispered
in those lyrics.
my reality; the edge that smoothed
those jagged ends that might have
so mysterious yet so known.
until the day you finally flew off.
#poetry #emotions #feelings #writing #words #poet #spilled ink #veltrice
Imagine the dews that drip from
the grasses dancing amidst the
glittery waters; where the clouds scatter
off, exposing the arising sun.
showers of hardening words; some
may prey on your emotional spots
despite the sophistication hidden
behind each individual.
turns whirl; you’ll believe everything
one says when he glisters warmth
and sweet nothings into your ever
listening ears; perpetuating lies
into solid truths that continue to
live on till the day you find
the agenda that was lingering
of words - for they are easily
said; yet bitterly hardening when
the real truth arises.
For the world isn’t as
ignorant as it used to be.
#emotions #people #words #truth #hard #reality #writing #spilled ink #poetry #veltrice
Six Sense (I)
Sometimes I’m afraid,
of the little things I say;
cause when it rains I tend
to slip a little to the edge.
Muttering words of sorrow,
I clutch my fist in pain,
cause when the sun arises
will one know how I had
lived till this very day.
The little things in life, it’s hard
to tell them once; but when the
right time comes,
would people then realize
what it had been -
all these while.
#poetry #words #random #veltrice
Mind vs matter
I need a break, from my mind;
it thinks too much - it rips me fast.
I wish that it would disappear,
so I would never, shed those tears.
Without a mind - without those frights;
no thoughts would haunt, no pain would shear.
Why won’t this little ‘organ’ disappear;
it’s hard to live, when it over-thinks.
My life would be, so complete;
without a mind - I’ll never fear.
But then again, I thought and thought:
If I had no mind, there won’t be rhyme;
no similes, no metaphors;
No words that count; no songs that melt;
this world would soon, be as dead as the moon.
The main gist of life is to put on a fight;
Your mind might be nasty but it sure can be feisty.
Move along and ditch nasty thoughts;
for life can be great if you learn to maneuver the sun through the rain.
So warmth fillls in when cold finds thee; so birds would chirp for your mind would sing.
The way of life is life in a way;
so keep your spirits up and I’m sure you’ll suceed with a very big smile, on your face. :)
Have a great day and I hope it’ll remain that way -forever and ever.
Till the day where we part, when death finally comes.
#writing #mind #mine #poetry #rhyme #spilled ink #words #veltrice #reality
As you look at.
As you look at someone’s eyes,
it’s not the surface value that’s suffice;
it’s the unspoken words that lie amidst
each cuticle that holds the truth.
As you look at someone’s nose,
it’s not how big or small that’s important;
it’s the fact that he/she is still breathing,
and that you should cherish every moment
as his/her heart still beats.
As you look at someone’s hands,
it’s not how many wrinkles you can find
that’s the crucial part of his/her entity;
it’s the fact that despite all the hardship that
he/she had gone through, he/she is still
fighting through life, so empathize and
help if you could.
And, as you look at someone’s heart,
it’s not what the MRI scan tells you about;
but it’s that little feeling that is so indescribable,
that you just have to love that someone, to know
how much magic’s living within that soul.
#poetry #poet #words #writing #spilled ink #people #thoughts #veltrice
How is it like, to be like birds,
flying in the air, swiftly with their wings.
Flying through the horizons, making
friends at bay; stealing other people’s
food without a sense of guilt.
Gathering seeds and leaves; making
all those nests; little chicks that
“beep” and “mick” while their mamas
hunt for food; safely in their nest,
they cuddle fluff and warm; how’s
it like to be up there, when you are
still so young and frail?
Playing with their tails, they laugh
and cheer and sing, and run and jump and seek and yearn without
any fears; so how’s it like to live
care-freely just like those little birds?
#rhyme #poetry #poem #writing #words #spilled ink #veltrice
Novels are what I seek to publish; being educated through textbooks was what I have been brainwashed to do; poems reflect what my soul desires.
Quotes are created when reality rings a bell in my head; I speak what I speak.