Quite drunk
in the airport
in life, in all sorts
of awe, of starts.
Beaches, sunsets
make my heart
flutter, fleeting
yes, yet eternal too.
2026, Artherese
The words here may be few starting this year as I’ve been capturing musings more in paper these days. The reason being, I entered a nostalgic analog era in my 29th. Still, in paper or in screen, learning and discovering every day. 💚
Revenge is leaving
No need to turn bitter
Instead, go somewhere better.
Quit with triumph, knowing
you never need to water down who you are
or settle or bend or justify.
Instead, shimmer now, and more
so in your next adventure.
(c) Artherese, 2025
I was able to go back to our designated provincial hometown over the weekend. As a means to escape and also, to remember. This place never ceases to fill me with awe, and definitely a lot of musings.
Saturday
Today, I chose to disconnect
And in doing so, felt more
Alive, present, connected.
Contradictions coexist.
Life never falters to surprise
And delight, who knows
What you’ll discover,
What comes and goes?
Sunday
The possibilities are endless, even
With only all the stolen time and sidelines.
The act of creation is redemption.
(c) Artherese, 2025
Mornings are momentous A fork in the road between The person you’ll choose To be and embody today. It’s a struggle, a chance, a dance A fight or flight response But there is peace in Knowing you can’t change What’s done, but within There’s still room to win.
(c) Artherese, 2025
This start of year, mostly finding myself speechless – in awe, in feels, in hope. May I capture them more in days to come.
A Birthday Poetry
Thank you 27
If given the chance
I’ll live you again.
Here comes 28
Not stopping to wait
Well, so am I.
The coming of age
The passing of time
Is a nudge not a judge
Like cheese and wine
Older is better
Older’s the cue
To pursue, to live true
To your calling,
Finally but not
A finale.
Pep Talks
For every leap, there’s this familiar
Aftermath - the budding fear
When things are certainly uncertain.
But still, a choice to brave the unknown
To find the beat, the rhyme, the awe
For every leap, is to live.
I’m thankful I did.
And will continue to.
(c) Artherese, 2025
Created 2 poetries to start and cap the day.
I.
The water streams
as the tear streaks
and the fear leaves
and you finally live,
not merely exist.
(c) Artherese, 2024
II.
The joy from listening to music, to nature,
to the percussions that quiet the woes
and worries that your heart holds.
Or rather, held.
The butterflies that arise from the
courage to ask and reach out
despite the doubts and shouts
of what wasn't meant to be.
Or is it?
Making one believe and hope,
then realize --- isn't this nice
after all.
(c) Artherese, 2024
Can a life be the final two hours
before a day is capped,
Simply trying to make sense
Or catch-up on what matters
Far too many times I get lost
In trying to justify the hours
I wanted to just cease
A fight that’s not worth
And cut lies and ties
Escape somewhere else
Perhaps somewhere better
Only to realize what counts —
Well I don’t know quite honestly.
All I know, is that the day
Is far from over. So am I.
(c) Artherese, 2024
Artherese 