Saturday, July 24, 2010

I'll bury myself instead

Since I am longer allowed to rant, wallow in gloom, or spew some ‘un-niceties’, by my own volition mind you, lest I cause to send more stress signals that may affect people close to me, I’ll just bury myself, instead.

“What?! Bury yourself?!”

Yes, you read that right, I’ll bury myself.

But what were you thinking? I’ll dig a pit, jump in it and shovel the soil back in? it’s like saying “I’ll choke myself to death!” You know that’s next to impossible.

So, what do I mean by “burying myself?”

I’ll bury myself with my writings… immersed my worries in words… rhetoric, lyrics, limericks, poems, and what-have-you. After all, I did say that poetry lives through me, and so I might as well make true that claim.

A wordsmith I am not, but as posted in my Facebook status update, “What I lack in eloquence, I make up with sincerity”

True that.

I don’t need eloquence to express how I feel. In fact, I can even say what I mean without really saying what I mean!

Did you get that? I don’t either. I wonder why I said that.

Anyway, I’m just dragging this thing and it’s close to becoming a rant, which I said I am no longer allowed. So I’ll just wrap it up by saying, “let the burying begin!”

Friday, July 16, 2010

Tracing the footsteps

tracing the footsteps I took with you
hoping it'll bring back the happiness too
the same feeling I felt at that time
when you were there walking by my side

it's rather funny that I can't help but smile
only to feel the pain after a while
because I now take the steps all alone
as I face the fact that you are gone

so here I am tracing the footsteps
as I try to relive those moments
the brief moment that I was happy
that very short time you were with me

July 16, 2010
8:34 p.m.
Angeles City

Where's my muse?

Where's my muse? I need to write
I can't find words, try as I might
Must be the pain I feel inside
That I can't find the perfect rhyme
Insanity is what it brings
When you can't write the word that rings
Now, hurry please. Come back to me
I Need to regain my sanity

Where's my muse? I need to write

July 14, 2010
5:14 pm
Angeles City

*a one-minute poem

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