Tag: Pain

The Sailor


Calm and placid
he stood
Eyeing the storm and island
He was to face

The tempest winds
Scared the sea
His ship too was
About to flee

But violent as it was
He had to sail
For love
He must not fail

Shrouded by coldness
Surrounded by noise
He urged the ship
As he hears the maiden’s voice

A battle ensues
A tiny dot in the ocean
Confronting a behemoth
That compared to a thousand

The world was grey
And then all was still
At last he had arrived
His heart was thrilled

A pang of misery then takes control
This woman he pursued determinedly
Of all the sacrifices done
Was already with another man.

So, he sailed back
Heart swallowed by pain
Off alone in the vast ocean
Searching for another one.

Penned/Photgraphed by: AsilandtheKeyboard

You See Me Rolling!


In this particular moment I knew I screwed up, bad.

I braced myself for what the future has imposed for me. For a brief moment, my mind did a quick recap as if, well, not as if but actually a minute ago.

Excitement pulsed through me as the view of the skate park came within sight. With new found skills, I was ready to show off. The thought of showing off opened my mind to the fact that my pride would someday kill me, maybe now.

Anyway, along with the skateboard I forwarded down the slope, gaining speed and prepared myself for the trick. Other people’s eyes stayed on me, feeding my pride. As soon as the slope elevated, I kicked down my back foot, resulting in a popping sound, and sliding my front foot. The ollie was successful,  escalating my height from the ground. Next objective: do a vertical pop shove it. My feet slid off from the board. And that’s when I knew I screwed up.

I fell face plant on the ground, but, momentum was not yet done with me. Since my legs were still suspended in the air, momentum rotated my body three times. I blacked out.

When I came to, pain was everywhere and my eyes only can glimpse the fluorescent light, blocked slightly by figures in which I guessed were doctors. I closed my eyes.

Moral: Never let pride control you or face the consequences.

No, this is not my experience. It’s just daydreaming. We don’t have skate parks here and I don’t even know how to ollie.

Escape Route


Entrance me, me
Lull me deeper in your eyes
Wait no! Too late I’m trapped with no opportunities to flee
No escape, no exit.
Now, I must endure this feat,
For I know how this ends.
A sudden moment of ecstasy,
Then transforming into misery.
As I’m imprisoned in this whirlpool of pain,
I silently seek for escape,
But your wicked heart won’t let me.

Penned/Photgraphed by: Leo Knalb

That Hateful Voice Has Returned


I guess I could call this prose poetry

The horrifying voice has returned.
The voice that had played on repeat when I first blogged.
It tossed these tormenting words at me.
Its impact was too much to withstand.

I thought I banished it forever, never again to return.
But I am mistaken.
It hid in dark spaces of my mind.
And it is ready to pounce when I am presented with any of my weaknesses.

Then, that’s when a speeding train of realization flattened me.
This voice is mine.
I cannot banish it.
But I can only tame it to my advantage.

¤AsilandtheKeyboard¤

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