I miss writing.

I miss writing.

The rush of thoughts occupying that brain of yours fills me up. I can't remember the last time I wrote.

My mind's a blur.

I want to pick up writing again and be sure that what I write isn't mediocre or something that a kindergartner can write.

I want to feel again, feel so much emotion that in every sentence I can spot so much anger, angst, happiness or ecstasy that I am allowed to feel.

When I pick up a pen or type endlessly on my keyboard, I want every word, every sentence, every paragraph to matter. As if nothing else did, only my words, only my emotions, only what I feel for this or for anything that is of importance to me.

I miss writing. I miss the whole lot, the smell of a pen cascading upon the lines of a notebook.

I miss writing.

Listen

Listen to me.
Take in every sigh.
Capture the shapes formed by my mouth.
There need not be words for me to feel you.

Listen to me.
Keep quiet for a while and you'll hear.
You'll hear my every thought
the ones you thought didn't exist.

Listen to me.
Embrace those unsaid words.
Things of utmost significance
Need not be said.

Listen to me.
Absorb what I'm trying to say
Observe me. Be enticed by me.
Consider each flicker of the eye.

Listen to me.
I beg of you.
I beg of you.
Because you never do.

Leaving

I have long gone. Clearly, it has been months since I wrote about you or thought about you or spoke to you. As time passed, it became quite crystal clear that there is nothing more that I could expect from this, from us. I do not know how or why the thread just fell apart, why there is no need for us to pine for each other or reach out. We are content with this, with not speaking and with going our separate ways.

This smile on my face still has traces of you in it and I don't think it will ever go away.

You will, though. You will go away.

siguro

hindi ko na nakikita
sa mga mata ko
ang dating kasiyahan

hindi ko na napapansin
sa aking paligid
ang dating ikinatutuwa

hindi ko na nararamdaman
sa aking puso
ang dating hinagpis

ngunit bakit hindi ko maiwasan
ang pagsulpot mo
sa aking gunita

hindi ko na nakikita, napapansin o nararamdaman
ang isang katulad mo
pero hindi rin kita malimutan

siguro kahit anong pilit ko.

sad little girl

A sad little girl in a big world
Nothing seems to fit
As soon as she rises from the ashes
She gets shot back down by unknown forces.

She might try
She might fail
Trying all the same is a burden
Let her lie down and just sleep the pain away

Pondering about what the hell is wrong with her
Is it her personality? Or her looks?
Or the ways she walks or talks?
She lies in bed, crying every night.

Nobody knows.
No one will.
The sad little girl will never be okay.