From Faraway, with Love

Love Knows No Distance


Photo credits: This work, “From Faraway, with Love 1”, is a derivative of “bicycle night in the rain” by CLAUDIA DEA used under CC BY 2.0. “From Faraway, with Love 1” is licensed under CC BY 2.0 by Haunting Angel/ Esther Lum.

This poem was submitted as an entry in the Week 4 (13-word poetry) round of the 3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever – 2018 organized by the PoetsPub. So please check it out if you will. Also, if you have any thoughts about this or about what you’d like to see next, please leave me a comment. Thank you all for coming and have a nice day. 🙂



A gibberish poem by glassEyed

I am made of gibberish

Gibberish cells

Gibberish tissues

Gibberish particles

Gibberish ideas

Gibberish tastes;

It began with me breathing in gibberish,

The way one drinks in reality –

Hesitantly, hesitantly,


Now I have been named gibberish names

Clothed in gibberish drapes

I speak a gibberish tongue

Draw gibberish on my palms.

See they say to leave you gotta get lost

So I got lost in gibberish the way one gets lost in reality –

Willingly, willingly,


Marooned in a world of symmetry,

Of rhyme and parabolas, of directions and rulers

Gibberish became my raft to reach nowhere land –

Which does not exist but exists in its non-existence

The way gibberish exists in my existence,

(Seeping through all the pores of my being)

But somehow the world says is non-existent.


Credits: ‘Marooned by glassEyed is an entry for the 3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever – 2018  © glassEyed 2018. All Rights Reserved. Published on with glassEyed’s blessing and permission. | “Gibberish” is a derivative work made of images under CC0 Public domain. They are free for commercial use with no attribution required.


Strokes Of Passion

A small poem collection available on Wattpad

Strokes of Passion‘ – A small poetry collection by Haunting Angel

Hi everyone,

How’s everyone doing? 🙂

Thank you so much for all the support and love you’ve given my poetry so far. This was a long time coming but I’m so happy it’s finally here. I’ve decided to gather up a handful of poems from what I’ve posted on this blog so far and put it in a Wattpad book for those of you who prefer that platform. I have arranged these poems into a thematic series that explores the ups and downs between losing one’s voice and the triumph of finding the creative power within.

From wingless birds to creative masters – voices can be silenced but there is nothing that can stop wild imagination when it strikes.

You’ve all been wonderful people and I don’t think I would have the guts to do this without your enthusiasm. So thank you once again and please enjoy. There will be more to come so please follow and stay tuned for more updates.

God bless and have a nice day!

Yours truly,

Cover photo credits: ‘Garden of Memories‘ by William Cho is part of this derivative work called ‘Strokes of Passion (Cover)’ used under CC BY 2.0. The other photos used in this work were in public domain and required no attribution.

The Hermit Crab

An Interesting Introvert

Very recently, I came upon a creature with an interesting story to tell and inspiration struck. This creature was none other than the hermit crab.

While many other creatures on the beaches and swamps seem boasted about not needing a shell, this interesting creature enjoyed carrying his little corner of solitude around with him. He’s a real introvert, a little shy about coming out, but he’s happy. (Who knows, maybe he’s writing a book in there. Haha. Shh….)

If he can be happy the way he is, what does that say about the other introverts out there then? Who’s to say they have to leave their shells?

Photo credit: “{unidentified} hermit crab – Ko Lipe / Thailand” by Rushen used under CC BY-SA 2.0

Silence In The Trees

“What Do You Hear?”

Around the neighbourhood
Birds perched up on the trees
Silent, still they stood
It caused me some unease

“Why do you not sing?”
I asked one in colour green
“It’s the early morning,
I brought you your favourite bean.”

Though he was suspicious,
The bird could not resist
He perched himself on my hand,
Delivered me the gist

“Why do we have a voice
When none can say a word
Without the fear of wrong
Or being overheard?

“Make-believe or truth,
A falsehood or a lie,
Offend the silence in the wind,
and we might never fly.”

Before he could have finished,
A dreadful sight deterred,
Falling from the tree above
Was a wingless bird

Photo credit: This work, ‘Silence In The Trees (Cover)’, is a derivative of ‘Birds‘ by Orangeaurochs used under CC BY 2.0.

Honouring The Departed

QingMing Festival 2018

Paper money, paper house
Paper gold and paper blouse
Burn them for ancestors dear
Dead but somehow always near

Photo: A large Chinese cemetery located on a hill near Choa Chu Kang, Singapore.
Photo credits: ‘Garden of Memories‘ by William Cho used under CC BY-SA 2.0


Hope From The Grave

The Lord has risen. Happy Easter 2018 🙂

At the Sabbath’s end,
In the early dawn
A great earthquake shook
In the early morn

Down, an angel came
Rolled the stone away
The tomb which once sealed
Now empty for display

The tomb keepers trembled,
Fell down like dead men,
Who knows if they ever
Got up again

The angel spoke clear
“Fear not,” he said
“Christ whom you seek
Has risen from the dead”

Photo credit: “Easter Morning 07” by Waiting For The Word used under CC BY


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