About

In all myriad of possible chances,
On how unlikely you’ve been
To discover such obscure place
Deep under the thick cesspool of trolls
Among the unprolific and the ubiquitous
The unpopular and the nonsensical
It was no accident that you are here
My frozen heart and soul touches
The blazing hearts of the reader
With feeble voice and shortened range –
A despaired mind filled with genial thought
Of self-righteousness and self-absorption
With one pang from your seething soul
Shall grant me benign eternal fire
That shall thaw my frozen heart
With your burning endeavor
From your responses and flattery
That seems belittled but precious
To the forsaken poet
and his chilling poesy
of grave nothingness
and haunting vanity.


Hey, I’m Janus and I am and will ever be the only user of this unpopular blog. I wholeheartedly list all my radical thoughts that is actually eclectic: if something comes out from my mind, then I form it into poetry, and with benevolence I share it to you.

English is unfortunately not my mother language. I was born on a bilingual country called Philippines, and up until now, I’m still here. I have learned English on our education system that has English subject for 10 whole hefty years. I am not fluent in speaking the language nor talked to any English-speaking native personally, though I have a good command in English, and I can communicate easily with it.

I currently study Bachelor of Science in Psychology, and I’m currently on Second Year this semester. I’m still uncertain on what will happen after this course, maybe I shall continue studying for a master’s degree, or if the tides are with me, I could continue it straight towards Ph.D, which is my dream title in life.

Writing poetry and musings is my hobby and possibly (as I truly long) my passion.

I consider myself as a hollow vessel. The essence within me, I cannot find, the purpose of my life is disputed. I am turbulent, absurd and utterly nothing. Only the abstract, which is possibly the essence that is currently latent is of a value.

4 thoughts on “About

  1. I CAN’T REMEMBER WHY I TOLD YOU TO THROW ROBERT FROST
    IN THE TRASH CAN
    YOU SHOULD THROW ALL BOURGEOIS POETRY IN THE TRASH CAN
    how do you know if it is “bourgeois” poetry ?
    —————-anything published
    —————————————–
    authentic poetry:
    freedom from the grave
    the desperate desire to be free from the grave
    in the grave Misery becomes mud
    it likes to suck your knees
    can’t recall the last time you saw your toes ?
    standing there in the grave
    at first there was obsession with revenge
    but that grew thin—what was the point ?
    increasing barbarism in love
    you’ve known it for years
    the beast constantly covering its teeth
    corruption in slow motion
    seemingly private,
    your mind pictures itself 10 feet tall

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