Friday

Old and Bitter

I've lived a long life.
I have kids; my kids have kids.
I've provided what I can in the past,
What else to look forward to that'll last?

The path I've walked,
I can never walk again.
The things I've seen,
I cannot see again.

Life has been good to me, no doubt.
But the past is the past.
What will the future generation face?
A challenge they will soon embrace.

I've seen it all, and the future isn't bright.
They may be happy now, but oh, what sufferings await.
Such ignorance of the future they'll have to face—
And I'll leave behind a cold and empty space.

It's not that I haven't tried—I did.
But they won't listen to me anymore; no one does.
I’m trapped in this cycle, losing my face.
The helplessness grows, as darkness begins to embrace.

So I sit here,
withering away,
watching the world decay,
cursed to witness it all each day.

Monday

Pee

tell me about the world today
where wars are fought far away
yet I am here feeling the pain
helpless I am, just being drained

2026 was going to be the year
where we put behind all our tears
yet here we are facing more fears
future so vague, nothing is clear

"why so grim?" a still voice asked
comfort I have, days are still being passed
feeling moody yes, but life still goes on
loved ones are with me, the day is still won

"it's just a feeling," a voice now in comfort
this will also pass, no one is really hurt
focus on the present, write if necessary
yes of course, but now I have to go pee

Sunday

Taken

I hate my parents for what they've done to me.
They took the joy of money from me at a young age.
They gave me everything I needed growing up and more.
They loved me and supported me through all my ups and downs.
So that I live not wanting anything now.

I feel nothing when I get my monthly salary.
I pass it on to my wife; she cares for my children.
I pass it on to the sweeper; she smiles and thanks me.
I pass it on to the car washer; he tells me about his son studying law.
So that others may enjoy the money more.

I live minimally and save maximally every day.
I don't keep things beyond their eventual use.
I don't buy things impulsively when I see them at malls.
I don't spend on myself in the hedonistic way like the rest.
So that I may provide more for my family.

Thursday

2026

2025 was brutal, now behind us
Lessons were learned, both death and love
2026 a clean slate, both hope renewed
Still ebbs and flows, our wish be true

Monday

death

death.

yet another one has been taken.

one struggles to care, yet tears formed at the glimpse of another.

"was he thinking of me?"

he might have.. depending on how quick it was.

he always didn't want to disappoint me.

but have i disappointed him?

Friday

Paradise

Look me in the eye
Tell me what you see
Is it paradise
Or is it your demise

Saturday

Kylla-Anne Kai Ong (王安凱)

Our daughter of two moons in
Fighter, she has always been
Came into this world too young
Left when all had been done

Kylla was her given name
Victory was supposed to be her game
Lost without ever knowing why
Scalpel sought why she had to die

Mother's love has no comparison
Moving forward with hesitations
Father's urge has no replacement
Emptied, yet with no displacement

Yet not a moment more should be spared
Grief has its moment, no more to be aired
Lylla and Rylla are still here, yet to be kissed
Fight on as parents, we will as promised