Beauty Beyond Beauty Aida King

 We can never see the beauty from within unless someone’s eyes talk too much. And for Aida King, her eyes express how beautiful she was from the inside and even the outside. Before anything blooms for Aida, she never thought that she will be a successful independent film actress or she’ll be known for modeling … Continue reading Beauty Beyond Beauty Aida King

Blessed the same way

LOVE is all I need; no hate. no cold stares. no harsh remarks and even curses. SOME UNDERSTANDING & RESPECT. I am no others. We are all the same. Connected and blessed the same way. I ALSO BLEED. When I'm hurt, pained, and sometimes lose hope. Cried, tired, terrified by my nightmares. BUT I try to … Continue reading Blessed the same way

I NEVER HATE

Photo Credit Stylecaster I wish I could be the red rose that everyone loves. Even this flower is painted with blood, An emblem of hatred and proud, I still wish I could be the flower you want. Maybe, I’m not the perfect flower for your prom Nor the impeccable bouquet for your wedding, And even … Continue reading I NEVER HATE

FLORET

It’s started when I’m six Trying to paint my face with make-up and lipstick Wears my mother’s dress and stilettos And then walk, pose and wave Like most of the princess in fairy tales. Yet, my mother said, “You’re too young to wear those things; Only a woman whose aging will have these flings. So, … Continue reading FLORET

On My Four Seasons

Sometimes, we’re like clouds –heavy, raining Sometimes, we’re like flowers –vibrant, blooming Sometimes, we’re like kids –free, smiling Sometimes, we’re like leaves –sad, falling Then, sometimes we’re all of them –both curves and edges. Winter. You’re cold, frozen with your thoughts Between your smiles lie A little feeling of lonesome Ah yes! You feel bliss … Continue reading On My Four Seasons

A Part of M.E.

  We’re meant to be on the same day of happiness and fear. Facing the fruitful outcome of advancement, and yet we’re living with dozens of despair. We meant to be equal on both progression and destruction. And we meant to be part of every action and obligation. But why we keep acting like tyros and fools, And blaming each other for what must be a good rule? Does it make sense at all? Or we’re just wasting the time that were wasted since before? A part of me keeps yelling for innovation, And yet crying so loud for every lives have killed Is it M.E. the one to blamed for the lost of lives? Or we are the one who murdered the place we live in? Have you heard the horrible cry from deep within? Yet you don’t mind about the feeling of pain. For you were deep and blind for your own feelings We are all connected in a chain That creates the paradise of our dreams No more room for fear and suffer If we’re ready to be on the day Of repentance to try cleanse the inside Cause we’re just part of M.E.(Mother Earth) Photo by Stefan Stefancik on Pexels.com

Ivy Jill

It was 23rd of November when she was born Surrounded with people whose love endures With no so much word, she fitted the throne And reign the title of the most precious stone At first, no one sees how beautiful she is Until the right time came, everyone was amazed Like a butterfly after of its metamorphosis With elegance and allure, we simply awake She was the gem that completes the necklace The key that unlocked our heart’s space And the hands that hold us in one right place She was the prestige wine and a piece of cake She was known of wearing the crown Showing elegance in the eyes of crowd Leaving them with posture and smile Just to see how gorgeous she outshine Nevertheless, she was the sister behind The one you can cry on and tell some “sigh” The one who cares a lot and not that blind And the one who looks only at the bright side of life She’s the beauty queen who always in reign The artist whose works speak for her dreams And the lady who fought and not just waitin’ She’s the one and only  IVY JILL. Headshot By: Charvin Torne | HMUA: Andrew Jardenil | ~DC Catalog~ I'm Happy to Share this Poem to all Biospeer. This Poem is the Best Birthday Gift to me of … Continue reading Ivy Jill