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The Lone Blue Moon Smiles After Tears. November 2

Smiles After Tears :))
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Smiles After Tears. November 2.

When Line Meets Pause You entered like a comma in a crowded clause, pausing the room without asking permission. I was...
26/10/2025

When Line Meets Pause

You entered like a comma in a crowded clause,
pausing the room without asking permission.
I was the sentence that ran too long,
breathless with ambition, aching for revision.
You watched me speak in thunderclaps,
while your silence folded like origami—
sharp, deliberate, unread.

We shared a table carved from ticking clocks,
where every glance was a gamble, every nod a dare.
I wore my voice like velvet armor,
you wore yours like a tailored prayer.
I mistook your stillness for absence,
you mistook my urgency for noise.
We were both wrong, and a little right.

You moved like a thesis in a room of slogans,
each gesture distilled, each word a blade.
I was the poster child for combustion,
a boy who mistook applause for aid.
You read the air like a weather chart,
while I danced in the storm,
hoping someone would call it grace.

It’s like Romeo meets Hamlet—
one burning, one buried, both doomed.
I tried to hand you my heart in a press kit,
you returned it with margins and measured gloom.
I asked, “Did you feel that?”
You said, “I noticed.”
And that was the closest we came to bloom.

When the curtain fell and the lights dimmed,
I searched for you in the wings of the stage.
You were already folding your costume,
already rewriting the final page.
I stayed behind, sweeping up metaphors,
trying to salvage the scene
we never rehearsed but always played.

I remember the way your eyes flicked
toward me like a critic scanning a draft.
I was the poem you didn’t annotate,
the line break you refused to cross.
You were the silence I couldn’t punctuate,
the ache I couldn’t headline.
We were never published, but always proofread.

Now I write you into every losing stanza,
not as a villain, but as a verdict.
You taught me that not all ache is answered,
that some love is a footnote, not a feature.
I still speak like a headline,
but I’ve learned to leave space for silence—
the kind you carried like a crown.

And if I ever see you again,
in another room of ticking clocks,
I won’t ask you to stay.
I’ll just nod, like you once did,
and let the ache be enough.
Because some stories don’t need closure—
just the dignity of being told.

We didn’t begin with healing in mind. We began with the ache—the kind that lingers in quiet corners, folds itself into m...
25/10/2025

We didn’t begin with healing in mind. We began with the ache—the kind that lingers in quiet corners, folds itself into memory, and teaches us how to carry softness without apology. We named the villainy we became when we were hurt, the grace we forgot, and the failures that taught us how to stay dignified even when we couldn’t stay whole. What emerged was not a fix, but a mirror.

This journey was never about closure. It was about folding grief into ritual, reclaiming the parts of ourselves we abandoned, and learning to smile even when the tears refused to leave. We wrote for those who’ve loved too much, lost too quietly, and learned to wear their ache like velvet. This is how we smile after tears.

New Anthology, Smiles After Tears.

Out, November 2 :))

HEAVIER THAN THE SCALESI walked into the hall of verdicts, Where truth was dressed in borrowed robes. The gavel slept ...
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HEAVIER THAN THE SCALES

I walked into the hall of verdicts,
Where truth was dressed in borrowed robes.
The gavel slept in velvet silence,
While whispers ruled in gilded codes.

A child had drawn a crooked balance—
One side gold, the other bone.
The judge admired the golden silence,
And left the aching side alone.

I hate it when the scales are tilted,
Not by truth, but by acclaim.
When power sits like leaden secrets,
And influence rewrites the blame.

The desk weighed two trembling stories—
One raw with truth, one dressed in charm.
But charm had friends in higher places,
So truth was left without an arm.

The ones who bled were called the blades,
While those who cut wore saintly white.
The verdict kissed the painted sorrow,
And punished those who dared to fight.

I watched the scales grow heavy, haunted—
Not with justice, but with names.
The kind that echo through the chambers,
And bend the laws to fit their frames.

So I wrote this down in quiet fury,
A vow beneath the courtroom’s veil:
To speak when silence feels like treason,
And lift the side that always fails

- The Lone Blue Moon / Zaido

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I've always been a lone poet, navigating the world with my quill and imagination. Yet, never in my wildest nights did I ...
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I've always been a lone poet, navigating the world with my quill and imagination. Yet, never in my wildest nights did I imagine that my life would begin anew in a whimsical library. It was here, amidst the scent of old books and the soft rustle of turning pages, that I discovered the beauty of love and the magic of starting fresh. Each volume whispered secrets of the heart, rekindling my faith in love and inspiring me to believe in its power once more.

I poured my heart into every line, every stanza, every chapter. I revisited the moments that made me laugh, cry, and dream. I embraced the memories that shaped me and the lessons that taught me to rise above the ashes of my past. This anthology weaves together experiences of resilience, romance, and renewal, making it a collection that resonates with anyone who has experienced heartbreak, joy, and the endless possibilities that love brings. And all these stories are told through the art of balladry.

Love and life entwined in timeless novels

Ballads and Novels is out now. 🩵

The countdown is on! Only 12 hours left until the release of my anthology, "Ballads and Novels". But first, join me for ...
18/02/2025

The countdown is on! Only 12 hours left until the release of my anthology, "Ballads and Novels". But first, join me for an exclusive 101 session, where I'll dive into each poem and reveal the stories behind them :))

A heartfelt thank you to my fellow writers from the Mga Tala at Tula Community for their invaluable critiques and support. Your insights have truly enriched this anthology. 🩵


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