In a space brimmed with people,
The spot of worthless souls.
I saw an eye glowing with good...
A soul with gratitude!
In every offered hand,
There were spikes as return!
From every tear that drops—
there was a thankful heart.
Averting the words!
Dealing with cowards!
Devilish gaze!
Unpleasant grins!
As the rain continues to fall.
The well is now filled with a negative call.
The burning good is now gone,
Inflamed hates had grown now.
Where is the cliff when you need it the most?
What are the methods to break the rules?
Does good and bad deed counts?
I'm begging death, you must come now!
The beauty is now dying...
You must come quick,
End this story!
The pulverized soul shall not be rebuilt,
Cause chaotic realms might appear!
For the soul who lost its goodness,
It might get swallowed by darkness.
The sword of death is the only key,
Stab your heart,
You must kill your beauty!
I know there still goodness left to your heart.
Use it, it can help you to come out!
This is the last thing you can do,
To save those... who don't save you.
—Jhems-lo
BINABASA MO ANG
Poetry
PoetryAccording to the study there are 27 kinds of emotion: Admiration, Adoration, Aesthetic Appreciation, Amusement, Anxiety, Awe, Awkwardness, Boredom, Calmness, Confusion, Craving, Disgust, Entrancement, Envy, Excitement, Fear, Horror, Interest, Joy, N...
