The scariest ghost that keeps watching me through my sleep, wakes me during the silence of the dark. It creeps on the walls and on the ceiling, calling my name in an eerie voice. The shrill cry of another ghost from under my bed kept bothering my soul, and the thump and bellowing of an angry soul inside the closet wakes my consciousness and my greatest fear that keeps visiting my lonely dark room every night- the one thing I can’t talk about with anyone is the character and name of my evil ghost- depression.

Concealed depression is a tricky evil clown that plays hide and seek with me in the cafeteria while eating with my friends, and during vacation on the beach side with my family. There were laughter and memories of happy events however, the ghost of mine lurks behind my back whispering threats and worst scenarios in my head. My heart was held captive by its tight grip, I was unable to breathe from stopping myself to express out.

Depression is the name I am not allowed to tell to anyone, she’s a ghost concealed within my being, cursed to her core and destined not to be told about. She changes my reflection in the mirror into her image- a spitting picture of a scary shifting exaggerated faces, tempting you to move towards her and resent the image you were originally given. This is why you’ll hate yourself, for not being enough, always not being enough.

I drift to the world unknown as my thoughts became wild and unrealistic, I came to see the beauty and emancipation from the rope in the ceiling , not worrying about the future anymore, no more tears to waste over and no more face to be scared of. I am accompanied with the lullaby which the lyrics whisper to slash my pulse not to tell anyone about it.

The voices in my head kept telling me not to worry about anything. But depression sees the worst to everything, it made me feel confused whether the ugliness she makes me see is a good thing or not. I overthink most of the time, and paranoia is striking me that makes me worry about the simple things that doesn’t even have meaning. Depression is a ghost that can be seen through a third eye placed in the cage of your heart, it is a pest that bothers you and threatens yourself, tempting you to watch the entrance of paradise and memories through jumping off a height.

All depression ever wanted is for herself to leave her alone as much as I like to leave myself alone, she doesn’t like her name. Depression- a word that is defined as worst and hated by many. A name when heard makes anyone murder their minds. Depression is a ghost locked within herself unable to free herself out of her definition and isolation. She may be haunting me but like how heavy her weight is on my shoulders, she is also a woman rejected by many and so she created a name in me.

I don’t like her company, but in the midst of the dark, in early mornings, my eyes are open listening to her eerie cries, trying to console her. And so everyday, I have to face her and listen to the songs of her shrill cry. How many  thoughts of attempt have I had to end up hanging on that rope for my ghost to leave me alone? Countless.


That Night

That night your eyes talked to mine and your smile conveys how life should be defined. That night, a magical, intimate night, I realized your name is the definition of life- my life.


Step 1: 

Wrinkled Child of Grave by MDJ

From the hints of oppositions of Wrinkled and Child, and the supporting detail of the word Grave, the poem can be about a childish old man who died alone and forsaken. 


A person, man or woman, came to experience childhood in a very fun and memorable way. They bloom and educate themselves as they grow and they can come up to make decisions, reckless or not. They were filled with love and joyous experiences. However, once they grow old and finally fulfilled their passion and responsibilities in life, they were treated as useless, disgusting, filthy, incapable, vulnerable, and an almost expired being that is to be ignored. They spend their old lives treated as outcast and a huge obligation to the people they love, therefore, they try to be productive so they won’t left alone in institutions. Sadly, they were sent there until they aged more and got sick with no loving familiar hands to hold them before they leave. They are described as old, irritating, impatient people that causes them to react childish. They cry out loud when they are in need, like a child calling for attention, but they were abandoned and hated by those they cared and loved most. Until their fate was accepted and once they die, they will be mourned by for a day but later on will be forgotten.


The poem tries to point out the difficulties and tragic experiences of aged people from how they are being ignored and perceived by the society as filthy, irritating, takes a lot of patience and weight on their shoulders. It points out the view of the misfortune of old people as they were always compared to the muds of earth and how most people gave them their fate that they draw nearer to death and it is a normal fact that should be accepted to move on instantly. It also compares them to the acts of children, of how much attention they requires and how sensitive their emotions are, which is called the second childishness wherein they get to experience how they were before. Another point if view, the old people are drawing near to oblivion and to the ground of their grave, and it is a fact that they already accepted to face with, however mostly, they do not get to spend much time with their loved ones because of the divided attention. Lastly, the other sad truth is that, the ones that they love most and care about, are the ones that hurt them and abandoned them.

There are no rhyming pattern implied in this type of poem because it is a modernized form that consists of free verse.

There are unusual and significant words used in the poem such as Gazeth, thy, thee, thou, doth, hath, oblivion because those are the words appropriate to intensify the imagery and the poetic being of itself. It is included to perfect the thought of Old english and to add the intensity of emotions intertwined to the poem. Those words convey the meaning of how life experiences change through time .

The poetic devices that can be found in the poem are allegory, enjambment, imagery, rhyme, mood, rhythm, theme, symbol and connotation.

Step 4: Attitude

And a heart that beats reckless of dangerous desires

Doth thy young time were cherished?

Before long when that wrinkled your soul

And your scent compared to the mud of earth

Hath you laugh on the bed of grass and embraced the strength of trees?

Before you wet your ruby cheeks of fear and forlorn

Minutes turn to hours, hours to years then gone

Step 5: Shift

The poem shifted in topic and mood after describing the life of a young person and how she used to be beautiful, wild and free until she aged and experienced to be ignored and not care about. The transition moved slightly quick after describing of a black hair to gray and the youth achieved wrinkles. Also, the length of lines became a little shorter as it goes but it only depends upon the needs of words.

Step 6: Title

The ‘Wrinkled Child of Grave’ refers to the experience of second childishness once a person aged. This title is appropriate to use for the poem because the title itself names the content. It is about the old people who suffers to second chidishness and is abandoned instead of being taken care of until it is left alone to die and merely mourn of. Also, it revolves around the sad perception of society to old people as filthy, obligation, irritating and wrinkled without really considering the sensitive emotions of the latter.

Step 7: Theme

The literal subject of the poem is the old persona who presents the transition of life from a young, beautiful and free character to an old saggy being who is a much of obligation and a test of patience.

The abstract is all about the inevitable marching of time that leads us all to death and pain as well as the quick transition of our life that made us feel nostalgic and look back at the past once we were in the present. Furthermore, the sad truth of how the majority of old people are being treated and perceived by those who are capable of taking care of themselves, plus, the sorrow of the old people has to go through as they starte to get lost in oblivion.

The poem tries to magnify the effects of being products of time that it states the perspectives of the persona when it sees how old people are not being taken care of when it tries to get a lot of patience, and how mostly of their death became melancholic when they have to close their eyes on their deathbeds with no hand to hold on to before leaving.

The theme of the poem is all about life and its three main stages wherein it presents birth, growth, age and death. It tackles about the preparations of an old man or woman while peeing on the ground, crying of hunger and longing for love. This also feautures the second childishness that they attain through time and how they accepted their faith to die alone without the sight of their loved ones during or after their suffering.


Step 1:

Tears in the Bones of Earth by MDJ

The poem will probably be about the sorrow and difficulties of the people and the sufferings they went through from the hands of the past. Moreover, the tragic events or ill-fated phenomena that degrade the people of the society and the movements they have to go through to put an end to it.

Step 2: Paraphrase

After the history of women being derogated and vulnerable in the past, it is the time for them to know their worth and put an end to discrimination through empowering themselves and to not hide behind the back of men anymore. The million cries of women formed a strong movement that resulted for their voices to be heard. Deep within the demure beauty of women’s figure is a bold and daring personality that is eager to fight and compete with men’s physical and intellectual abilities. Women are emotional but that only defines their merciful heart, however, after they wiped their tears, they can stand up once again and pick themselves up in a different, better piece and become wiser and aware that they can’t let their guards down once again. Women will recognize their worth and once they did, they will only allow and trust those who are as worthy as them.

Step 3: Connotation

The poem tries to stress out that every woman carries the same essence of strength in their figure at the same time being gentle, soft and pure. They can show the world that they can use their sorrow to build their pieces in a new, stronger way.

The latter contains a rhyming pattern of Shakespearean Sonnet which is composed of ABABCDCDEFEFGG.

The poem is written in Old English, therefore there are unusual words that are seldom read in these days such as; stowed, thee, thou, thy, bosom, hath, chaseth, beauteous, heinous. Those words are included in the poem because those are the words that are appropriate to add spices in the imagination of the poem. The messages they convey in the poem is the strength hidden inside the beauty and grace of a woman.

The poetic devices used are; Allegory (short moral story), Enjambment (continuation to the next line), imagery, rhyme, mood, rhythm, theme, symbol and connotation.

These poetic devices are used to magnify the character of a poem. Through enjambment, the whole thought that was being conveyed is understood by finding the connection between lines. Imagery and symbol adds volume to the content to give vivid sensual effects to readers.Theme, Allegory and Connotation generates moral story and creative ideas to the poem to make it more effective. Rhyme and Rhythm gives artistry to the sound of the poem.


Thy every glitter of pearl builds a river

Art shapeless poetry hath bold and fierce present

Thus  tears that planted on earth’s ground blossom

For thee an angel who grows aristocratic grace

Thy worth is a plead of earth for her precious art

STEP 5: Shift

Thus tears planted on earth’s ground blossom

Art seeds of pearls in thy bones hang locket of crescent

A woman of heart and shoulders waste not time

For thee an angel who growst aristocratic grace

Thou must be chaseth and made a beauteous rhyme

Hence, only heavenly palms shall touch your face

We can see the shift of the mood of the character and the poem itself when at first it conveys that women shows gentleness and vulnerability from being emotional but deep inside hides a strong personality once it learned its lesson. After that women, will select only those who aee worthy of their trust.

Step 6: TITLE

The title ‘Tears in the Bones of Earth’ refers to a figurative meaning, the tears are their melancholy that is planted or fell on earth or the heart of a woman, once they got hurt and broken to pieces, they will pick up all their pieces again and build themselves the way they wanted to .Tears signifies the loving and merciful heart of a woman, which is why they are mistaken as vulnerable and is always described as emotional, gentle and graceful. Bones refers to the strength of a woman that’s buried deep in the orb of her heart, the symbol of Earth. Thus, Earth is the soul and the heart of a woman. To combine that figurative language, the tears that fell in the bones of earth means that the pain or sorrow of women waters their strength to grow out of themselves and become stronger and fiercer than they once was after experiencing all the forlorn.

Step 7: Theme

The literal subject of the poem is about all women and women empowerment.

The figurative subject of the poem is about women should learn how to fight for their rights, and how to value themselves. They should be selective while appreciative of those worthy to befriended and they must know that they can be fierce and bold.

The poem states that women are made of aristocratic grace and boldness of a raging river thus, the poem compares the literal and figurative subjects to emphasis the point of women empowerment.

The theme of the poem is all about the true essence of a woman and how they are made up of delicate and pure definition, as well as the highlight of their daring and competitive character. As a whole, it discusses about the true worth of a woman and it should be recognized and valued as well as how bold a true woman is.

Wrinkled Baby of Grave

Gazeth upon the past is the beauty vested from thy time

Of Strands that yet art black shines with the rise of sun

When a flower blooms together with the kiss of snow

With lips that utter sweet red songs

And a heart that beats reckless of dangerous desires

Doth thy young time were cherished?

Before long when that wrinkled your soul

And your scent compared to the mud of earth

Hath you laugh on the bed of grass and embraced the strength of trees?

Before you wet your ruby cheeks of fear and forlorn

Minutes turn to hours, hours to years then gone

Thy strand of hair became silver

Thy color drained and thy painted gray

Thou laugh in little moments

With voice almost gone

Husky or solid not

But raspy and thy breath is almost out

A heart stained with sorrowful love

Of shaggy shoulders weighted wings of heaven

Then feet walk’d on the universe

A product of past and present

But in present rests thee in oblivion

A life full of question

For death is to arrive near yet no presence is to hold thy hand

And tears wet thy wrinkled cheeks

But thy cry can be heard only in thy ears

Until fear caged thy heart

Why is no one around 

To sing I a lullaby

Of happy death instead of mute goodbye?

Was it for I an old being

A creature of disgust

A wounded filth

A blinded weight to shoulder

Bones that weaken and lost

Time’s subject of patience

Description of death

Thou an old being be ignored

For soon will blend in the sand and thy will die

She’s a myth of beauty but a dying being 

Who demands for the presence of love

For in second childishness will be filled of painful cries

A baby who lost her sight 

A baby who cannot stand

A baby who peed on the ground

A baby alone in her old creaking crib

A baby we don’t care about

A baby gifted of death

And a baby forsaken of love

Cries are not meant to be heard

Her weak breath is normal to die

Until thou rests in thy grave but no one mourns

And no flower to wither on thou tomb

Blood type

There are 8 main types of blood separated into 4 groups. The groups are A, B, AB, and O. They are grouped together by the presence or absence of what is known as an antigen. Antigens are substances within the blood that cause our immune systems to create antibodies. These antibodies then kill anything the immune system thinks is a threat. The specific antigens that create the different blood types are found on the surface of red blood cells and are known as type A and type B. They’re further separated by the presence of another type of antigen known as rH factor. If you have this rH antigen present, you’re considered positive, if not, you’re considered negative. Someone that has type A antigens and rH factor is considered to have type A+ blood. If you have both types of antigens and no rH factor, you have type AB- blood. If you have no A or B antigens then you are type O blood.

All of this matters because of those antibodies your immune system creates. Someone with type A blood will have antibodies for type B, and someone with type B will have antibodies for type A. Type O has antibodies for both A and B. If you were to give type B blood to someone who was type A, their antibodies would attack the type A red blood cells causing very unwanted side effects, including possible death!

The painter in the poet’s mind

People come and go. People love. People hate. Things begin. Things end. Life is magical. Life is painful. What’s behind of all this but time.
Time is the player. Time controls us. We thought we’re wasting time, but it’s time that’s wasting our life. We believe we’re using time properly, but it’s time that deliver us to right moments. Time drives us to love and joy.

But it is also Time that imprison us to numbness and forlorn.

I know. Because time hurt me.

The tick awakens with a heart beat, 

and seconds fill the minute,

when I met the soul, 

that beautifies my ghoul”


The room is nothing but of people with noisy chatters and smell of cigars in the air. I see nothing but a mob of the same faces and of the same lies. When suddenly, in the corner stood a man with a paint brush and a palette, painting the most beautiful art I have ever seen. But his calm and fierce eyes is a breathtaking masterpiece that swept me off my feet.

“The time suddenly rushed,and brought me to an unexpected love.

Time is our matchmaker,It is not cupid, but Time that brought us together”

“We are vested with its power, if nothing breaks time, and so does I and the love of mine.

 Time can stop life and bring the world to its end, but it is also time where ‘Forever’ mends”

All of him and his imperfections are as astounding as the universe, a masterpiece he perfected without painting it. His smile and his stares are the pages I try to read, wondering if his mind and me rests on the same place. He is all the beautiful quotations that can be found on my favorite book, the one I will read again and again.

His sweet, husky voice that speaks a lullaby between night and day, whispers to me when no one else was there to hear. And the words that he speak are the missing lyrics of a song within me. Suddenly, all the songs are about him.

Until he became my everything.

What breaks time? When we are in the spell of time, it kept me believing we are indestructible.

Time brought another hand in the clock, when we thought our promises were locked. Time causes something to arrive and stays, and it is also the brain why something has to leave the waves.

I watch how things got messed up by a single second. I felt how my heart cried in agony when you’re with someone else. I cried the nights when the moon wasn’t there to console me. There’s too much pain, until the wounds swallow me.

So I bargain my life to numbness. I won’t feel any pain,but it has come with a price.

 I won’t be happy either.
“He left.” That’s the last thing I saw.

He left, believing it’s all over. When I hope it’s not.

He left, probably thinking I don’t care anymore. 

He left, believing I don’t love him anymore. When in fact, I still do.




The vast of space went on for all eternity, 

and time recently ticking silently

a question left of the painter,

 and a mystery left of the writer

Where is she?

“She left,” are the last words I heard about her.

She left, believing it’s all over. When I hope it’s not.

She left, thinking I don’t care anymore. 

She left, believing I don’t love her anymore. When in fact, I still do.

“When?” Said he


Only then that the painter knew, there is only one thing that could ruin time

Only then the writer realized what could oppose time

 She left. He left. I’m late.

“Time can bring all magic to its end, yet it is also time where forever mends.

 Nothing can break the swirl of time, no space can widen what’s left of mine.”

” nothing can ruin time but time itself, even if it can be locked in a shelf, 

but time can be messed up by those who can’t wait, or by those who are a second late”