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

all excited.

Grew up pondering

what happened to those;

people became filled

with such eccentricity. 

Battled and pounded

with social norms;

people judging him

when he acts like himself.

Years ago, a baby had came

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

weeping kid.

Abandoned and neglected;

tarnished and slapped;

a kid with a bright future,

was thrown into the slams.

What pitiful sight; what

sadness abided; but no one

gives a damn - because

selfishness is what fills a man.

So ignore - ignore -

the plight of the crying child;

for all that ever matters,

are the little things like those

watches and diamonds.

Ignore - ignore -

for the materialism of

life is of more importance;

and that poor child out

there can salvage his

own endeavors. 
 

Society - oh society -

you are a freaking witch;

making humans hate each

other, as they fight amongst

one another.

Society - oh society -

is that how you educated

the public; to be ever so

competitive; lacking even

the slightest sympathy. 

Society - oh -society -

I’m tired of living - living

in a world filled with greed,

lust, fraud and curses. 

Where all one ever cares

about is about his entity;

no one ever cares about 

that little child living

on the streets.

And no one ever cares

about how you feel.

So just live with it.

This is the cruel fate

of the world we are

currently living in.

Stupid world.

#pathetic  #poem  #poetry  #sad  #society  #spilled ink  #thoughts  #veltrice  #words  #writing  #poverty  

Disasters.

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.

What a sorrowful sight as a

whole lot of machines starts

penetrating through the rigid

ground to execute the plan of

re-development and to manifest

the structural concept of

man-made subsistence.  

The beauty of the world

has been inexplicably

destroyed by the selfishness

of man-kind and the 

charisma of materialism. 

Therefore, humans should stop

wondering why the

world’s going against them.

Because, those foolish

souls are the reason

behind all these disasters.

So, when will we ever realize?

#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.

I thought you were the dream in

my reality; the edge that smoothed 

those jagged ends that might have

killed me.

I thought you were a miracle;

so mysterious yet so known.

I thought I knew you all so well -

until the day you finally flew off.

#poetry  #emotions  #feelings  #writing  #words  #poet  #spilled ink  #veltrice  

Soft Spots.

Imagine the dews that drip from

the grasses dancing amidst the

glittery waters; where the clouds scatter

off, exposing the arising sun.

Warming your heart after the cold

showers of hardening words; some

may prey on your emotional spots

despite the sophistication hidden

behind each individual.

But as your heart gets on fire and mind

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

all along.

Never believe the tenderness

of words - for they are easily

said; yet bitterly hardening when

the real truth arises.

Be wise, my friend.

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  

Birds.

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