The Seed

in what dark recesses of torture remain

exists a dreaded seed for us to obtain

to keep us sane and deliver us from evil

so goes the creed of an everlasting people


unending doubt resonates to be

impermanance rooted in an everlasting dream

scarcity of hope glimmering in dusk

prevention of fortune in a world of luck


forever told from stories past

eerily reminiscent of perpetual task

systems of new destroyed wisdom once known

for all apart of a world unsown


grimmace and malice plagued once more

in dire times that conjured vile scorn

but it was hope that was given once last chance

now grows a tree from the seed of our past

Emotional Ocean


There in front of me


With no way around

It hits me

Waves of pain and devotion

It's an emotional ocean.


There's a sanctuary outside of my mind

But my mind had me confined

Inside of this rhyme

Running out of time

To find

This peace that I must've left behind.

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The Art of Writing...

The Art of Writing



Humanity's engraved history,
on the tips of our fingers,
on the tip of the mind

It's a beautiful art, isn't it?
How someone's soul,
Is expressed with a language
The art of writing

Of course, I do not
I do not limit
Limit to words...

Body language is the writing of the body
Music is the writing to decorate time
Facial Expression is the art of writing and interpreting...from the crust of a soul
Speech writes the base of language

Writing is not what you just think it is
It. Is. Pure. Art.


Now reading back on this poem, I have found my reason to write.


This thing called Writing. It's woven into our nature. As stated above, I consider things such as body language, facial expression, and music as "writing". 


 It's our own mind that limits us. Writing is not limited to words. After all, it is a way to express. Our ability to express is already woven in us from birth (for instance, when we cry, we express from the wails written, by our voice, in the air)...


And maybe I am mistaken...


When you kick when you were in your mother's womb, you may definitely express and inform something hehe...


 So really, it's my nature...our nature...to write.


Don't let yourself be the one who limits your potential! - SachikoMochiko :)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just another quick poem...

Based on Jonathan Chiu's post: "5 Reasons you should write"

See it here: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/youngteenwriterz/1982150/#comments


Haqueian Verse


So complicated,

Yet so simple,

So mysterious I,



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Bag Babies


I was seated in a car,

but we weren’t driving.

Mysterious man with me,

Alhireth-Hotep; I suspect Thee.


Bags were on the road,

Babies popped out.

Yes, my mind is weird

but it makes me proud.


I stepped out of the car,

this I had to see!

But a black man with a gun,

was halting me.


I tried to ignore at best,

I had to take the babies

away from this evil man,

and I looked at the bag;

another popped out!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

(A dream I had).


Traversing the worst terrain
the crust is veined and stained
by the binary brain system,
but I see some distant twisted vistas
colored by crystals,
covered by mystic thistles
with little meteor missiles 
hitting the moons above,
I was in love…
Sad that I 
had this iridescent
event of bliss broken
by the splatter of the Hatter’s 
Mercury Flurries 
upon grey matter,
now the circuitry is in disarray 
and I’m flattered by the way 
you hate me.

Tirelessly Training
maintaining my whole grain insanity,
my humanity,
I’m positive that the cause of it
is this Pearlescent Pear Wine,
it’s the definition of divine.
Please remedy, sit steady,
so ready to recline
and read some lines
to the fading

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I'll never get the chance to travel into outer space, but at least we'll always have a deep inner one. ~ Carmello Yello [Alex] 

Don't stop (D)

Fuck god, fuck god,


Ugh, now you are going to lose everything,

Fuck god,

Ok dont stop, 

Fuck god, fuck god,

You gotta remember,

Fuck god,

Don't push thoughts away or they will get worse,

Fuck god, fuck god,

Freaking damn it,


I wanna slam my head in the fucking wall,



He knows you don't mean it,

He knows,

They know you don't,

Nothing is going to change,



Listen to me,


Nothing is going to change,

They know your heart,

Fuck god all you want to,

All you want to,

Its ocd.

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Walking My Thoughts (day 53)

I’ve slipped, I’m stuck in a mystery

If only I could get out of my head

Her hand’s too slick to save me now

In a mudslide I’ll drown instead


Walking my vicious thoughts

down the river, down the road

Walking my bitingly honest demon

and I don’t know where to go


She’s fallen, tugs at my shoelaces

with a heavy heart, a husky voice

But I can’t shoulder my thoughts

when they force me to make a choice


Walking my vicious thoughts

down the river, down the road

Walking my bitingly honest demon

and I don’t know where to go


I need to reclaim my head

I walk until I can see change

Until my breath’s a little softer

and my thoughts aren’t so estranged


Walking my vicious thoughts

down the river, down the road

Walking my bitingly honest demon

so now I know where to go


Someday I’ll learn to walk on water

and drag my thoughts along,

maybe even embrace them

like another wanting song

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 9/22/16

Walking my thoughts

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In My Mind

In my mind,

You will find,

Some thoughts,

That I put across.


Each notion I spread,

Like a pricey stone red,

For the gain of civilisation,

For the sake of illumination!


Come and be a part of my quest!


It not an order, my humble request! 

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