Writing has always been a passion of mine. You see, I’m not the most talented person out there, but i guess my tongue is good with rhymes… And letters, sentences and paragraphs. In fact, I have the urge to write like all the time, but when people ask me why, suddenly, thoughts fill up inside and I become tongue-tied. I used to answer with a statement, “I write to forget.” But no. Now I know.
Now I’ve come to realize that my answer was a lie for experience have unfolded itself between my eyes, and I became well acquainted with life.
Writing doesn’t make us forget; writing is to remember.
Writing is not a delete button for that time you were crying in December. Writing is not a trash bin for all the times you’ve cried on your way home, cold and shivered.
Writing doesn’t make us forget; writing makes permanent.
Writing is putting down life into paper, trapping your monsters inside so you’ll feel safer. Writing is locking your demons between the spaces of stringed letters, drowning them into thick ink.
Writing doesn’t make us forget; writing is building.
Writing is making your own utopia with the memories you’d like to keep, even sometimes the ones that made you weep. Writing is designing a structure, sometimes monuments that hold your best victories, sometimes tombstones that hold your worst tragedies.
But most of all, writing is individuality.
Writing is knowing you have the power to make your own reality, to empower that long-dreamed fantasy. Writing is beautiful because it considers you. It gives you a scepter in a form of a pen, and for once in your life, you have the power.
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 9:52 AM UTC
Why does the past haunt us?
Why does it come by your door
With fast knocks
And each beat echoes the one in your chest
Why does it hold you captive,
finding you in your most vulnerable state
Points your face into the mirror
And when you look it's not you that you see.
You see the bruises
You see the tears
You see the scars.
You see the fears
You see the flaws
And imperfections
And losses
And it tosses you around you think you might go crazy.
You look at the image and it pulls you in.
The past
The past has gone
But it goes by
The past should be forgotten
But it does not
It lingers somewhere in you, creeping inside you.
Hiding in the very space of where your soul lies.
The worst thing is
At that moment
when it knocks on your door
It's you who opens it
It's you who let it enter
You're to blame
Because you let it
Into your mind
And into your soul
As if it were invited
Because you let it sit
In the parts of you that wish to rest
Because you let it fill all your hollow spaces
And it slowly traces
Your lines, both straight and not.
And not too soon you've been consumed by
The past
The past is in you
And you want it gone
It lingers
It stays
And you hate it
How do you get it out of a vessel that has become its home?
How... That is the question.
And your choice is the answer
Do you let it stay?
Or do you push it away
Try to flush it out of your system
Try to forget it
And put it where it belongs
The past. It belongs in the past.
It belongs in itself.
It is destined to end where it starts
It is destined to circulate in its very limits
The past is designed to be put back
To be in the past.
The past belongs in the past.
I tell myself
Again and again
The past is in the past
The past is in the past
But sometimes my bad grammar visits and i say
The past was in the past
The past was in the past
But then again no, I scream.
Put it where it belongs
I may never be a victor in this war against the past,
but I know this.
I am the present.
You are the present.
We are something the past could never reach
We are the very thing the past dreamed to be
Or dreaded to be
We are the nightmare of the past
We are stronger than the past.
You and I
Trust me.
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 10:21 PM UTC
Don’t you think it’s quite unfair
how we could never be.
I thought we were the perfect pair,
yet no one could quite see.
You and I are basically one,
you see, we are the same.
But “us”, I figured, there was none
because we follow the rules of this game.
I’ve always wondered why our paths wouldn’t cross
even though we have the same design.
And I couldn’t count you as loss
for you were never mine
And I guess I have to live with that:
You being only as close to my side
because even though we never meet,
as long as you travel with me
(into this line to infinity)
it would still be an amazing ride.
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 8:20 AM UTC
joy, happiness, love--
these feelings I have are true,
and they are named after you.
smiles, cuddles, those exchanging of sights--
everyday seems new,
and they are named after you.
your face, your smile, your eyes--
what a beautiful view,
and they are named after you.
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 5:14 AM UTC
There's this something in my chest;
no words can seem to name.
I am but filled with unrest,
I feel nothing but pain.
Confusion surrounds my head--
making me lose my mind.
Questions that I've always dread--
the answers I can't find.
When I look at the mirror,
I notice a stranger.
My eyes are filled with terror;
I open my layers.
Who am I
I ask myself--
Maybe the person within would know
because the skeleton and skin
won't let it show.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 8:33 AM UTC
How do I even start?
my mind can't construct a thought
about how the idea of
you and I
would be the thought
I never thought
I would have sought.
and no matter how I try to turn this
thought
into
reality,
I awake from this daydream
and get plunged into this nightmare
that
you and I
will forever be just a
memory.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 4:48 AM UTC
One day, I will look at the
s t a r s.
How they shine,
how they make me smile,
how they add a wonderful hue to the pitch black sky.
But as of now, all I have to do is to look at
y o u.
How you shine,
how you make me smile,
how you add a wonderful hue
to a darkness-consumed person like
me.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 7:28 AM UTC
Can you ever stop
doing what
you do?
Making me smile-
replacing my
blue.
Making the stars swirl-
even if they don't
want to.
Making my heart
scream the name that
belongs to you.
Loving you was the
hardest choice to
make.
Even though I knew
my heart was to
break.
And even after all those times
convincing myself that
my love you wouldn't take,
I can never stop.
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 6:55 AM UTC
I am an auxiliary;
Aiding people with the best of my ability,
but, somehow, all my efforts are just a part of history.
predestined and condemned
to
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Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 9:09 AM UTC
What happened to us
o'er the course of time?
We've yet to discuss
at least this one time.
You had me thinking
"We are forever."
My heart was racing,
but fate said never.
You left me sighing,
"Cruel was our end."
You weren't lying
when you said
we were just
friends.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 9:41 AM UTC