My epic padlet by Joshua Ostulano

The Void

ostulanojoshua23_ — 2023-11-19 06:23:28 UTC

Darkness descends, an eerie hush, All around the stillness, a menacing crush. Shadows creep, the wind does moan, As I wander this desolate zone. The trees stand tall, their branches bare, No sign of life, no creatures dare. Silence reigns, as if in dread, I hear only the echoes of what's said. My heart beats fast, my breaths are short, For I am lost in this grim resort. No light, no guide, no way out, Just darkness, fear, and endless doubt. The night is long, the hours crawl, As I wait for the dawn's first call. But it never comes, just more of this, The abyss of nothingness, pure abyss. I scream, I shout, but no one hears, My voice is lost in the endless fears. I am alone, in this endless night, Trapped forever, with no hope in sight

Looks Doesn't Matter

ostulanojoshua23_ — 2023-11-19 06:24:44 UTC

Looks may not matter to some when it comes to poetry, For the beauty of the words can be enough to see. The way they dance across the page, Can be like watching a beautiful stage. But for others, the physicality can play a part, As the presentation of the poem can touch the heart. The way the letters are formed and arranged, Can make a difference in how the words are engaged. Yet, in the end, what truly matters most, Is the meaning behind the words and their host. For whether the poem is pleasing to the eye, It's the message that will make it live or die. So let us not judge a poem by its cover, But instead dive deeper into its meaning like a lover. For it's the emotions and thoughts it conveys, That will stay with us for all of our days.

Determination

ostulanojoshua23_ — 2023-11-19 06:26:13 UTC

Judgment

ostulanojoshua23_ — 2023-11-19 06:27:59 UTC

In eyes that scrutinize, judgment finds its place, A dance of biases, opinions interlace. With hasty words and pointed stares, they weigh, Assumptions made, casting others astray. But pause, dear souls, before you condemn, For within your narrow view, truth mayhem. Who are we to claim perfect sight, When shadows cloak what's held in the light? Let not the facade dictate the tale, For behind the veil, stories unveil. The heart's mysteries, a puzzle profound, Yearning to be heard, without judgment's sound. Peel the layers, go beneath the skin, Discover the depths where compassion begins. Let empathy guide your discerning eye, Granting solace to those who silently cry. Remember, too, that we all bear a load, Burdened by secrets, on life's rocky road. So cast no stones, but extend a hand, For in unity, judgment cannot stand. Let understanding and kindness ignite, A flame that burns through prejudice's blight. Embrace the essence of our shared connection, And dissolve the barriers of judgment's reflection. For in this world, so vast and diverse, We must learn to see beyond the surface. In judgment's absence, we find unity, A tapestry woven with empathy's beauty.

Broken Mind

ostulanojoshua23_ — 2023-11-19 06:29:30 UTC

Within the recesses of a shattered mind, Lies a fragmented landscape, undefined. Thoughts scattered like shards of fragile glass, A kaleidoscope of memories from the past. Whispers of chaos swirl in endless strife, Lost in the labyrinth of a broken life. Dark shadows cast their haunting embrace, As sanity's threads unravel with grace. The mind's symphony, once harmonious and clear, Now echoes dissonance, breeding fear. Fractured thoughts like puzzle pieces untamed, Creating a portrait that can't be named. In silent battles waged behind closed eyes, Emotions clash, a tempest that never dies. A constant storm that rages deep within, Engulfing dreams and hopes in its chagrin. Yet, amidst the chaos and relentless pain, A glimmer of resilience begins to sustain. Threads of hope, fragile but steadfast, Weaving a path toward healing at last. Through empathy's touch and love's embrace, A broken mind finds solace and grace. For in compassion's embrace, we may find, The power to mend what's been left behind. So let us be the menders, gentle and kind, Extending compassion to those who've declined. With patience and understanding, let us be, The catalyst for a broken mind to be set free.

Untold Stories Of Myself

ostulanojoshua23_ — 2023-11-19 06:31:12 UTC

In the shadows of my soul, untold stories lie, Whispered echoes of moments that passed me by. A tapestry woven with threads of my existence, Revealing chapters unseen, a hidden resistance. Within the depths of my being, secrets reside, Unveiling fragments of a life I try to hide. Like ancient manuscripts, their pages remain sealed, But the yearning to share them cannot be concealed. There's a tale of courage, a battle fought within, A spirit that soared through adversity and sin. For in the darkness, I discovered my might, Unveiling strength and resilience, shining bright. There's a chapter of love, tender and profound, Emotions intertwined, a symphony resound. But the words unspoken, confined to my heart, A silent melody, a connection torn apart. The untold stories of myself, they crave release, To dance upon the pages, find a sense of peace. They yearn to be acknowledged, their truth set free, In verses and stanzas, an escape for all to see. But fear clings tightly to these tales untold, The vulnerability they bear, a story to behold. Yet, I'll gather my courage, unlock the hidden door, To share the untold stories, and be true to my core. For within the tapestry of my untold tales, Lie lessons and wisdom, where resilience prevails. In vulnerability, connection shall be found, And the power of my stories will truly astound. So, with pen in hand and an open heart, I'll write the chapters, each unique and art. Untold stories of myself, no longer concealed, A tapestry unfolded, a truth revealed.