Ken's ART

28/08/2025

28/08/2025

"Kahel na langit"🍊

:A wc piece inspire by "kahel na lngit" by maki
:08,27,25✨

11/07/2025

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11/07/2025

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01/07/2025

"Paruparo"

:wc on sketchbook
:artbyme

01/07/2025

"Mga Talulot ng Sakit"
-ken-

Suot niya ang katahimikan
na tila mga bandang pambalot—
malambot,
ngunit tago ang hapdi.

Namukadkad ang bughaw na mga bulaklak
sa mga bahaging winasak ng mundo,
bawat talulot
ay piraso ng di-masinabing hinagpis.

Ipinid niya ang mga mata,
hindi para matulog,
kundi para alalahanin
ang pakiramdam ng kabuuan,
bago pa naging kirot
ang pagiging marupok.

Ngunit yakap pa rin niya
ang mga bulaklak,
kahit ‘yung
sumibol
mula sa sakit.

:wc on sketchbook
:art by me
:06-30-25

18/05/2025

"Where the Bloom Knows No Warmth"
-ken-
Art by:me

I am no longer who I was—
the softness in me has thinned
from too many nights filled
with unanswered questions,
and words I kept caged
beneath a trembling tongue.

You love me—
but only when presence makes it easy.
In absence,
I become a shadow you don't follow,
a silence you no longer mind.

I have grown accustomed
to the things you do on repeat—
the gestures that wound gently,
like rituals.
They hurt me deeply,
yet to you,
they seem weightless,
harmless.
You call them normal,
but they carve hollows in me.

Still, I stay—
not from blindness,
but from knowing too well
what I hold in my hands:
not forever,
but the memory of it.

I bloom, still,
in thorns—
my love, a garden that persists
despite being left untended.
Each branch
pressed against my skin
is a hope I never said aloud,
a prayer you never heard.

The coffee turns cold
while I wait for your warmth,
but even in the cold,
new leaves grow—
a testament to all that lives
without being noticed.

And so I love you
from afar,
in ways you may never name.
Not loudly.
Not desperately.
But in quiet ways
that ache in secret places
you’ll never touch.

Let the flower speak for me—
it blooms beautifully,
yes,
but every petal carries
the pain of being seen
only when it's convenient.

And even if you never feel
the weight of what I carry,
know this:

The heart may harden,
the hands may let go,
but love—
real love—
can still grow
in silence.

23/04/2025

Late post 🌷✨