Note: I woke up and tried to sleep again only to realize that I am rhyming inside my head and I can’t go back to sleep until I put something down on paper. So, here is the result of my failed attempt to go back to sleep this morning. The feeling is semi-frustrating and I hope you’ll enjoy what my head come up with while it sabotaged my sleep.
I doubt myself
I doubt myself if I can still go on tomorrow
If can still recall names
If I can still wire through the thoughts that has been bubbling in my head
The grasp of ideas that evaporates so seamlessly, it fades
Those what-not’s that has been lingering sometimes
But assures that if somehow they survive they will make it – TOP, headlines
The un-sureness that embraces me, hugs me ever tightly
It makes me shiver
The cold of uncertainty is certain
And the sureness if you will make it or not is effervescent, it dissolves to nothingness
That is where I am most afraid of
If tomorrow brings me somewhere
Or if it will leave here, nowhere
I doubt myself
In the most doubtful ways you’ll know
Mumbling different faults
Untying semi-secluded emotions
I tried and waited for your effect
I was gone,
Gone to the abyss of your memory
YOU ARE THERE
Prying glances on me
Judging of what I have become
Then I took another sip
But you were fading
I was left
I waited for the glass to be filled
Another one beside me
She just stared
From the bottle then back to me
Then laughed at what I looked like
She was you again
I took the last drop
Throwing papers and coins
Trying hard to get up
I walked out
Then slumped on the sidewalk
Crying at what I have become
Tugging my emotions out
Then I saw my self walk to me
It said: “Come on, Let’s go home”
It always feel like a suicide;
Falling as endless into a bleeding halt
Brimming as infinite
Scolding as loud
Seeing as clear
It always feel like breaking;
Shattering into slithers
Cracking into fractures
It always feel like crying;
Drops of emotions escaping
Waters rolling uncontrollably
It always feel like anger;
It will always feel like your Birthday.
Sa yah, I haven’t finished (er. I also started late) NaPoWriMo’s challenge to write a poem every day for the rest of April.
I would not mention my reasons ’cause they’re a bit personal and it involves my family but maybe next year? right?
It was a lot of fun though and very challenging.
Yah, let’s look at it on the bright side,
Things will be okay and I will definitely, DEFINITELY, complete NaPoWriMo next year.
Kudos to the NaPoWriMo team ’cause once in a year we, poets, have the chance to meet and somehow know each other.
It gives a cozy and warm feeling that you are not the only one in the world who loves to rhyme and make people feel what you are feeling and express your self using patch of words.
To the poets whom I have (somehow) knew because of this once in a year event, I hope to still get in touch with all of you and to all the poets, Read you! (’cause “see you” is a bit impossible). Until next NaPoWriMo-ing!
It’s like 8!
You lazy, lazy head
You should just get a job
Stop bumming around
They’re growing old
I should probably get a job
Should I just stare at it?
Let all these time pass?
Maybe it’s not passing
Maybe I am really doing something
Someone’s at the door
Always the mailman
Friends telling me to move
Who told them I’m doing nothing?
I am actually up to something
Life, my life
It’s being constructed
In my head
In me dealing with it
People judging me.
I should shut my mouth
the one in my head
shut the judgmental mouths inside them all.
NaPoWriMo Day 13 – Post #4
It falls in your head;
Dreams of people yesterday
it blew and it poured
but suddenly it was dead
Like that, it was forgotten
NaPoWriMo Day 11 -Post #3
Nothing better to do
Here I stare at the blanks in my head
Then there you are;
Happy, crazily smiling
You told me about the quaintness of love
How she stared at you at night
How she cared for you
How cheesy the world could be
You recalled butterflies fluttering around
Why it feels that way
Why it is cheesy everyday
Why we all love all the way
Then the storm will come crashing;
Bravely, courageously both of you faced them all
But how idiotic,
Papers were at your doorstep today.
Go home bud! You’re drunk.
NaPoWriMo Day 10 – Post #2
Yep. I tried to go for the prompt again today. At least, I tried sarcasm. Haha!
This is a bit hard though. Yes, this is inspired by that ‘Go Home….’ meme.
Drops of ink, no, of blood
Drops of silence and hate
Drops of infidelity to truth
Drops of warm bodies, died
The air stinks the smell of terror
Horror and falsification
Tampers and wicked minds
People who might say yes to a no
Ticking brains, flickering time
The wick of the candle, it steams
It lets out a gasp
It lets out a howl
But silence still prevails
Voices still whispering
Shadows still hiding
Deceiving even the unperceivable
I have to see the eye
The pair who have seen these all
Is he still alive
Where should I start looking for those?
This might be impossible
This might be probable
This might be the way
This might be the truth
Lo and behold
In between your two hands.
[NaPoWriMo Day 9 - Post #1 for this blog]
Note: This is my first ever entry for NaPoWriMo (because, yah, I’m late. Sorry.) I attempted the ‘optional’ prompt too. I hope it worked for this one. Hahaha! Good luck to all of us! =)
A VERY SHORT Note: I’m joining NaPoWriMo today! Yey! I’ll be writing poems every day for 21 days (‘cause technically, I’m 9 days late) Good Luck to me!
I hope you look forward to my 21 poems that are all coming out this month!