Worried about screwing up,
Fearing for my life,
Searching for it to stop,
But all I have is strife.
Isolated and alone,
Safety is unknown.
Mind is racing
It’s exhausting.
Stop.
Anxious
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Those Boring Days
Remember when time stood still,
Nothing going on, you feel
That the days brought you no thrill,
All you got is time to kill.
Without a care of the world around you,
Enjoy the warmth of a fresh cup you brew,
Those simple, ordinary days, who knew,
Would change because of a worldwide flu.
An enemy hidden from the naked eye,
One wrong move, all may go awry,
Yet all’s not lost, the end we defy,
Though the solution in short supply.
Heroes rise in time of turmoil,
Sacrifice to win, they toil.
Fallen to this deadly coil,
Rest beneath the cold, hard soil.
All of us must do our part,
Stop the foe with all our heart.
The little things can be a start,
Stay at home, the spread we thwart.
When the rains stopped; the clouds clear.
We’ll look back upon this year,
On times of peace we hold so dear,
Before the world has changed here.
-Jomz Ojeda
When The World Ground to A Halt
Streets empty,
People so few.
Shops closed early,
All’s quiet, barely.
Stay indoors,
It’s what they say.
Help fight the fight,
In’s the right way.
Supplies are low,
Store shelves empty.
We’re in the shadow
Of something deadly.
Apocalypse,
End of the world?
Nope, just blips,
That man’s been hurled.
We will endure,
We will survive,
You can do it,
Cheer up, and strive.
-Jomz OJeda
I Don’t Feel Like Writing
I don’t feel like writing today,
Words don’t seem to come my way,
The cursor keeps blinking away,
Nothing from my brain, hurray!
I mumble, and I grumble,
My fingers all a fumble,
This state I’m in, laughable,
On this block, I fall, stumble.
I guess I won’t be writing,
I’ll lounge around, reading,
Or catch up to some watching,
I am done with the typing.
-Jomz Ojeda
I really should be doing something, but here I am procrastinating by writing. Haha…
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The World Owes Me Nothing
My dreams are dead or dying,
But this I must remember,
I am here on this earth living,
And the world owes me nothing.
In light of everything going on, I have to remind myself that the world owes me nothing. I am not entitled to anything despite everything I believe I am owed due to what I have achieved or done.
Handling problems is hard, most specially when there are people around you dragging their feet. It can be very frustrating, and, frankly, there are times when I am very tempted to give up and keel over with the punches thrown at me.
We are in a financial crisis, yes, but at least my wife seems to be more aware on how to handle our finances better. She insisted on holding the traditional role of budgeting our family’s finances, and well, I hope she has learned her lesson. If you can’t learn your lessons from books and teachers, experience will teach you a harsh lesson you would have difficulty forgetting.
I became more focused on my writing. It would seem that being in a tough situation helps me being more creative. I have managed to turn writing into an outlet, and have somehow polished and honed my skills. There is still a lot of room to improve, I just have to keep moving forward.
If there is something I have learned, is that being bitter about the situation helps with absolutely nothing. I must keep looking at the bright side, and focus on getting to the next day, and the next day for now. I can only chip at the problems that lay before me one at a time. It may seem like it is a large chunk that is unbeatable… but if I take it one slice at a time, it will fall, and I shall be victorious.
I know, yet I keep forgetting, and thus, I must remind myself constantly.
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Why Are You Here?
Why are you here?
I doubt that you’re here for some chicken and beer,
But if you’re up for a bit of good time,
I got nothing but some words and a rhyme
Or two. But it’s up to you,
“That ain’t too fun,” Yeah, that’s probably true.
We could always hit up that barbecue joint,
Anywhere, really, but that’s not the point,
Your company’s already pleasure enough,
Wherever, bub, that’s not too tough.
Are you up for a game?
I hear a new group’s raking in fame.
I hear a new group’s raking in fame.
We can take them on, I hear they’re lame.
We’ll beat them so they’ll remember our name.
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Musings
As the sky turns a purple hue,
I think of all the things to do,
Of days that past that didn’t last,
Of times that I just had a blast.
Smiles of faces I don’t know,
Of places that I want to go.
The life I did’t have, although,
I’ll never have it now, I know.
Passive Aggression
I’m mad, you’re angry,
At things so petty.
It soon explodes.
Who talked? Nobody.
A deep sigh, disapproving.
The malice is lingering.
The doors, slamming,
The anger — deepening.
Emotions bottled in.
The silence can be deafening.
The gritted teeth, behind the grin,
This life is maddening.
–Jomz Ojeda
July, 15, 2019
Claustrophobic
It’s getting harder to breathe,
I’m getting dizzy.
The world’s closing in on me.
Someone help me.
I’m sitting in this corner,
I just want it to be over,
Hope is just a sliver.
The torment feels forever.
I want to scream out, shout, I can’t take it no more
What am I doing here? Who is it all for?
I’m surrounded by dirt and gore,
Abhor, I just want to roar!
It doesn’t make sense, I know
There’s no reason to the flow,
I want to stand up and go,
Find a better place than this sad sap show.
I must survive, make it to the next day,
Cling to a forgotten faith, heavens pray.
I will survive, tomorrow is a new day,
This may be hell, but I’ll forge a new way.
Stand up and go!
Give up and it’s a no show,
Keep on going, grow,
There is still hope, I know.
By Jomz Ojeda
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