Nostalgic Yesterday (Missing my Parents)

Waking up with so many things on my mind is truly overwhelming. After saying a short prayer, I pick up my pen and start to write. I still use pen and paper by choice, not because I lack a laptop or a computer. I purposefully choose not to write directly on a screen because I want my mind and my hands to work together as a team. I want to create without consulting or involving any hybrid machines from the internet. Later on, of course, I will use my computer and Wi-Fi to share my finished writing on social media but the birth of my thoughts always happens on paper.

Nostalgia Pain

It remains clear in my memory why I chose to leave.
I used to frequently compare our home to the loudest prison;
A sanctuary, it seemed, for storms that brought heavy blows to my soul,
For it was inherently a dungeon of words I desperately wished to escape.

The news that no one enters this house anymore has not faded from my mind,
Which is why I decided to return and dissect every room, piece by piece.
The old table and faded curtains the deepest corners are weeping,
And off to the side, the chairs that Father and Mother once used for waiting seem to speak.

I still remember how I tasted the lingering scent of yesterday,
How the tear in my chest surged with a wound that has no cure to heal,
Even the escape of my tears when I heard those past screams all over again,
Intertwining lyrics that have now turned into mere whispers.

Those endless commands and consecutive rebukes repeatedly reawaken in my memory,
Leaving my deprived heart and mind anxious and lost in the company of treacherous illusions.
The noises I once thought were ordinary were actually the secret whispers of love;
Now that they are gone, I am haunted by a love I understood too late.

A Poem For all Ages - MGS

I write a poem that makes the world see, a woven thread wherein hearts can be free. I write a poem that older folks feel, echoes of wisdom, truth that is real. I write a poem that the youngsters think, a spark of imagination, a vibrant ink. I write a poem that made the world known, in verses and stanzas, our stories are sown. I write a poem that makes the world blue, a reflection of sorrow, a true glance. I write a poem that makes the older folks cry, for memories cherished and moments gone by. I write a poem that makes youngsters mourn, for dreams that have faded and hopes that are torn. I write a poem to make the world healed, with love as the balm and compassion revealed. I write a poem to make the world smile, a gentle reminder to pause for a while. I write a poem to make the older hope, a bridge to the future, a way to cope. I write a poem to mak...

Plate Of Plenty

If you don't feel like eating, think of them! This photo has so much pain. 😒 Food is life, but brain fog for an ungrateful heart. If you don't like what's on your plate, don’t toss it aside, don’t seal its fate. Each morsel holds a story, a journey begun, A gift from the earth, a battle won. Imagine a morning when the table is bare, what will you do when hunger calls loud, No bread, no fruit, just an empty stare. The abundant meals and the warmth of a feast, All vanish in silence and hunger unleashed. When a pantry is empty, and your stomach aches. Don't dare to wish! So, before you discard what you do not desire, think of the hands that toiled, the hearts that inspire. Each bite is a blessing, a chance to reflect on those who have little, on lives we protect. So, savor the flavors, let gratitude flow, For the food on your table, let appreciation grow. For one day you may wake, a...

Gratitude for Provided Lunch

Why We Need to Stop Wasting Our School Lunch Recently, a teacher raised a frustrating concern: students are throwing away the school-provided lunches. It’s a tough conversation, but it is one we need to have. The lunch provided by the PSS (Public School System) is a privilege. Many communities and organizations do not have the resources to offer free daily meals, and we are fortunate to have this support. Being thankful for what we receive creates a better school environment and shows appreciation for the staff who work hard to feed us every day. If you don't want to eat your meal, please do not throw it in the trash. Give it to a classmate who wants it. Consistently discarding food creates negative feedback that could jeopardize the entire lunch program. If we want this program to survive, we need to adapt. That means being willing to eat fruits and vegetables, rather than just sticking to the usual foods we prefer. This program is an opportunity to build healthier eating habi...

The Author's Unspoken Words (MGS Writings)

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