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Back to Writing!

After more than a year of inactivity, I’m glad to be back to writing again. It has been a really busy time shifting jobs, learning new skills, and meeting new people.

The domain name IdeaStrike.Net has not been renewed but thank you for the readers who keeps on coming back to this site. And as a thank you to for your untiring effort to support this site, here’s my new poem, Like A Pillow.

Thank you for your continued support!

“Suppressed!”: Honorable Write [1]

Mental Interpretation to My Body

written by Kaysina Melody

My skin laced like ribbon with secrets
embraces the haunted house of a rib cage and a tight rope spine;
a heart that pumps oil rather than blood,
and lungs that have never been permitted to exhale toxins
leaving me to believe I have no room for healing or light.
To my amusement,
light does not supplement or define
a suitable synonym for healing,
just the inability to experience insight
into my own choices.
So as my heart beats loudly,
my rib cage turns into a xylophone of horrors
crying out in haunted pleas for solace.
Trespassers have been warned at my rusted gates
to never be fooled by the sun rays that pass through my transparent
Remember, the light blinds those who wish to see a vivid picture.
As time flies,
my bones begin to deteriorate into coarse sand.
The same sand that negotiates time tables and fate
to those on the edge of their own destiny.
My facade has lowered, not due to my own will,
yet somehow I find peace in its own silver lining.
As the last haunting melody chimes through the wind,
I am reduced to nothing but a tiny seed,
just in time for the next soul to be swept away
in their own parallel universe.

“Suppressed!”: Honorable Write [2]


written by Luna Poetria

My self flagellated psyche
Lies abandoned in its cage.
The wounds are gaping fiercely
And the blood runs hot with rage.
Salted tears flow freely
Like a never ending rain.
They sizzle as they hit my skin.
I’ve no room left for pain.
A cool wind whispers softly.
It implores me to forgive.
It fans the flames of rage, which scream out
The cage door flings wide open
And my damaged mind takes flight.
No longer trapped in darkness,
With an appetite for fight.
Do you want to watch me
As I make my old world burn?
Be wary, don’t get in my way.
Next time may be your turn.

“Suppressed!”: Winners Posted

I again would like to congratulate the winners of the contest, “Suppressed!” Thank you for granting me the chance to post your poems here in IdeaStrike. I would like to apologise sincerely for taking a couple of weeks or more before I could post them here. I have been busy and haven’t gotten that chance until now.

Hope you’ll follow the next posts for the winners’ incredible poetry.

Contest, “Suppressed!”, has been judged!

I have been trying to sleep but for some reason, I just can’t. So I try to finish commenting on all the remaining entries for this All Poetry contest.

Also, I manage to at last choose the 5 finalist. I would like to congratulate all the winners for this contest!


Thank you for all the wonderful submissions I’ve received. It’s been a difficult decision as I’ve received a lot of great writes. I’ve based my decisions on how much their poems touch me. It may not be the same for everybody but the list above is the official list of winners.

Congratulations to all!!


Contest, “Suppressed!”, has ended!

The contest in has ended 9 days ago as the maximum of 40 entries has been completed. I would like to thank everyone who submitted their entries. I have already read them and they are all amazing writes.

However, I have not finished on commenting on all poems. I can’t give everyone a trophy but I would like to congratulate everyone for submitting really fantastic pieces. As a reward for the very meaningful and emotional pieces submitted, I will exert effort to give every entry a nice comment.

Hoping for your patience in waiting for the judging to be completed. I have already selected some pieces which stand out for me emotionally but I am yet to eliminate some from the selection to arrive at the 5 finalists.

Finalists will be posted in this site soon.

My First Gold

I’m really sleepy and am about to sleep but as I check my email, I receive great news that inspire me to take time to post something on my blog today.

Just this month, I stumbled upon this contest…



It’s a contest in for Filipino writers. I was inspired to write and submit something.

I haven’t checked my emails for days and checking today, I receive a message that the contest has ended.



To my surprise, I see this…



I’m really happy to win especially it’s my first gold!! I didn’t spend that much time writing the poem but I did spend so much emotions in writing it. I am really happy to know that this poem has been greatly appreciated by the readers and the judge of the contest.

I would like to express my gratitude to Wanderess for picking my poem to win and of course, to all the readers. In AllPoetry’s site, this is my most read poem so far.

Thank you!! Thank you!! Thank you!!

To WordPress readers, you can view this poem here. I’m glad to share with you the poem, Kapalit ay Luha. Hope you like it.

You can’t just give up

Wow! I really love articles written by mteodoraa. I have loved a lot of her writings. This post strikes me the most so I am reblogging it.

Manić Teodora

Magic happens to those who don’t give up even when they don’t have strength to keep going. Universe keeps falling in love in unbeatable heart.

Magija se događa onima koji ne odustaju čak i onda kada nemaju snage da se bore dalje. Univerzum se uvek zaljubljuje u nepobediva srca. 

How many times have you felt tiredness in your heart, something heavy on your soul, weakness and need for air, and it felt like there’s none of it. How many times have you wanted to run away from rest of the world, close inside four walls, just to disappear? How many times have you thought that you were beaten up, that they succeeded to bring you down, that you are deep down, on bottom? How many times have you given up on yourself, life, and world? How many times have you given up, and you shouldn’t have? You should have stayed…

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