Cloudy days (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

There are mornings When I don’t rise and shine I just roll out of bed In hopes to pass some time. There are afternoons When I lose sight of the sun And time feels a little darker But from time, we cannot run There are nights When I can’t fall asleep I just stare at

Bleeding Words

I’ve written them not because I couldn’t say them, But because I was afraid to say it all. I wrote them because I was afraid no one would believe the words coming out of my mouth. I wrote the sorrows of my heart in black and white. I wore a plastic smile that I could

Pre-zen-t (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

I wonder what it’s like To live in the present To be fully absorbed by A single moment I often imagine it As a feeling of pure bliss Absolute engagement Devoid of anxiety and stress To let go of the past To stress even less about the future To master both in the present As

Fly by my window

Butterfly fly by my window.Flap your beautiful wings painted with the colours of the sun.Remind me again of how creative the mater of creation is.How he is able to intricately place every detail into this marvellous tapestry.Remind me again of just how much he desires beauty.How he patiently waits for you to fully mature in