The Author's Unspoken Words (MGS Writings)

In the glow of fluorescent lights, we toil, Each desk a fortress, each chair a soil, Where dreams are planted, hopes take flight, Yet shadows linger, dimming the light. Voices rise in the morning's hum, But some are silenced, their words go numb, A nod, a glance, a whispered sigh, Unseen battles, as time slips by. The clock ticks on, a relentless beat, Yet some climb ladders, while others retreat, Merit ignored, as favoritism reigns, A heavy burden, a weight of chains. The coffee breaks, a fleeting chance, To share a laugh, to join the dance, But whispers echo in the breakroom air, Of dreams deferred, of burdens to bear. A promotion promised, but never bestowed, While others ascend on a well-trodden road, The talent unrecognized, the effort unseen, In a world where the loudest are often the keen. Yet in the silence, a fire ignites, A spark of courage, a call to rights, For every voice that dares to speak, A chorus rises, strong and unique. So let us stand, united and ...

From the movie  Removed Sometimes someone will hurt you so bad, it stops hurting at all. Until something makes you feel again And then it all comes back Every word… Every hurt… Every moment… How could you ever understand where I come from? Even if you ask, even if you listen You do not really hear, see or feel. You don’t remember my story… You haven’t walked my path You haven’t seen what I’ve seen. This is who I am I am unseen, unheard, unwanted That is what I am And even I am anything. The world turned upside down Order disappeared Nothing was how it was supposed to be And a heavy sadness filled my soul. And nothing could draw me out Trapped in the misery of my life Lost in the sorrow of my soul Unable to see the light Unable to see the dawn To feel To hope To dream The blackest nights for my soul never stopped It seemed like it was always nighttime and nightmares And never morning And maybe you wonder why But most...

I’m out of words to say, But my mouth has lots to say, I’m out of air to breathe, But my heart keeps beating fast I’m out of reasons to explain, But my mind keeps thinking of you, I’m running out of time But still want to stay with you, I’m out of strength to fight, But my soul refuses to yield, I’m out of tears to cry, But the ache inside still overflows, I’m completely out of space, Yet I keep making room for your memory, I’m running on absolute empty, But this love refuses to run out, I'm out of you yet still hoping. 

Icings, lollipops, candies, and chocolates Every morning by my door, You smile, whispering I need you. Carnation, tulip, yellow roses, dahlia, and sunflower Every morning by my window, You winked, chanting I miss you.  Teddy bear, pillow, sweatshirt, Chihuahua Every day on my bed, You dance, uttering I love you.  Veil, cord, arras, candle, and ring We cry at the church, solemnly promise  Confessing our first love will last.

From stranger, we became friends. From friends, we became best friends. From best friends, love grew deeper Then we became lovers. I became your girlfriend, And you became my boyfriend But why it seems we don’t know each other anymore? A petty quarrel, Simple tantrums, Nonsense interrogation Rooted in misguided assumption, Scars left beyond doubt. “I have to leave,” you said. I let you go; I cried. Strangers, that’s how we are now, That’s how our love ended.

  In the quiet of mornings, as sunlight breaks through, She gathers her treasures, a vibrant crew. With laughter and stories, she opens the door, To worlds filled with wonder, where imaginations soar. Each question they ask, she meets with delight, Encouraging curiosity, igniting the light. Through struggles and triumphs, she walks by their side, A beacon of hope, a compassionate guide. Though the clock ticks away, and the days may feel long, In the rhythm of learning, she finds her own song. With every small victory, she knows in her heart, That the seeds she has planted will blossom and start. Yet in the still moments, when the classroom is bare, She reflects on her journey and the weight she bears. For the world may not see the love that she gives, But in the lives, she touches, her legacy lives. So, here’s to the unseen, the unsung, the true, The teachers who nurture, who believe in the few. In the tapestry woven with patience and care, Their impact is ...

What would I do if a genie appeared? To make all my wishes come true, I would ask for gold, or a diamond galore, Or trips to a South Sea shore, All I want is a boy, And that boy is you. If I have three wishes to make, I wouldn’t ask for two, Who wants a wish to spare A date with a boy, And that Boy is you.