Ysa Pa

Ysa Pa Jul 2017

I thought it was about time
I crawl out my den of shadows
Out of the nest I've made myself
From bed covers and pillows
It was certainly time right?
To stand and pull myself together
And clean up the mess I've made
Those horns and halos left scattered
Tidy up, organize, pick up pieces
Rearrange, throw away the gloom
Myself then within the corners
Of my mind and of my room
I put on my favorite pastel dress
And good old ebony laced boots
I unlock the frozen shut doors
And silence my inner disputes
Blasting music to allow myself
To embarrassingly sing off key
Walk without my crown falling off
And to strut and dance like a tree
Walking with poise as if royalty
On mere common pathways
With a smile like never before
Prepared to face the coming days

Ysa Pa Jul 2017

A Farewell Beforehand

Showed itself from underneath
An old crumpled sheet of paper
Emerged from my bed, my haven
With words that made me quiver
My eyes cannot grasp what was
I couldn't believe what I wrote
For my younger self prepared
Future and current me a note
As i straightened the creases
It was only then when I realized
Immature and inexperienced me
Could provide guidance and be wise
Was this a prophetical preparation
To recover from this colossal offset
For I wrote you a letter of adieu
Long before we have even met

Ysa Pa Jul 2017

Beats No Longer For You

It was that day, that I knew.
Dark clouds engulfed the sky
Water fell
In an attempt to rinse the earth
Rid some of its hell

With every droplet that crashed
On the icy concrete floors
With every clasp
Of frightening thunder
With every falling teardrop grasped

With every tear that failed to form
With every lightning
That embellished the skies
With those unanswered questions
Of the never ending whys

With each hymn and song hidden
Within the ominous clouds
Without the flashbacks at my doorsteps
And no what ifs that constantly knocked
That came when clouds wept

Each time that those raindrops
Decide to dance outside
And serenade the flower beds
I'm inside holding a scotch glass
Now, containing water instead

That while listening to love songs
Which bring about hurt
Finally made me dance
Joining the outside rain
As its droplets pranced

Witnessing the heavy downpour
Coming as hard as it did
Without mercy or permission
Nor a shred of doubt
As it removed all confusion

Without a painfully forced grin
Or a sarcastic chuckle
Inside looking out
Nor a bitter smirk
But a smile drawn on my mouth

And a sense of relief
As my heart beats without longing
As the rain fell
Looking out the window
It was then that i knew well

Ysa Pa Jul 2017

Words for the Uncertain Ones

Who knows?
Honestly nobody does
The path that lies ahead
Can make you alive or dead

Can make you alive or dead
Dead, living but stuck on the same place
Alive, struggling to overcome difficulties
Alive, someday defeating all adversaries

Yeah, the path ahead may be ideal
Bright, warm, promising and sunny
Straight, smooth and not winding
A bit boring but hey its soothing

Want the truth?
It's usually never like that
What's ahead can be dark and eerie
Gloomy, hopeless, twisty and thorny

Wow writer, so much for inspire
Shhhhhh, keep reading
It's not easy to make these rhyme
So spare me some patience and time

Yeah yeah, I know.
Rather than the happy smooth drive
You get the stormy seas and skies
Want to know why?

What lies ahead will be a soul crusher
Your heart might waver, vision may falter
Emotions would fluster, strength could shatter
You'll be lost and tired, rest but don't surrender

Afraid?
Who isn't?
Isn't it scarier to live never finding out
Regret of lacking bravery but having an abundance of doubts

Yes the path can be demotivating
And absolutely overwhelmingly terrifying
But have you ever seen unguarded treasure?
Something amazing lies ahead, I'm sure.

It won't be easy
I wish it was but it usually won't
It's alright to be afraid and uncertain
Rest, clear your thoughts, then fight again.

You'd never know what's at the end
Without taking that first step
And to be continuously walking
So rest if you're tired but keep going

Ysa Pa Jul 2017

Petrichor

When it rains.
Think of me,
Without a hint of doubt nor hesitation
Careful, careless and carefree

Think of me.
When it rains,
Be strong and stand firm, smile
Allow it to conceal and hide the pain

Unbiased by opinion
The rain poured
As hard as it possibly could
Dropping melted swords
As it kept landing on the earth
Tuning itself into hypnotic sounds
Creating bittersweet music
And cleansing heat off the ground
It envelopes the world with its scent
Hiding fragile words in the loudness
Overwhelmed by the songs of rain
Steadily guarding the hearts' secrets
Entire sceneries are made to blur
Colorful umbrellas at bird's eye view
Making the streets look full of lights
Allowing me to dream of you
People run, avoiding droplets
People run, to be hugged by rain
The drizzling on rooftops
And puddles splashing away the pain
The frightful yet so comforting
Sound, sight, feel and scent
Allow me to be conceited in my belief
That for people like me, the rain was sent
Tears of sorrow and tears of elation
Rain, the confusing yet utter representation
Of the two deepest inexplainable emotions
A love unbreakable and its absence in separation

Think of me.
When it rains,
Without a hint of doubt nor hesitation
Allow it to take away every scar and pain

When it rains.
Think of me,
Be strong and release, smile
And lastly, please be genuinely happy

Ysa Pa Jul 2017

Familiarly Unknown

It was burning, a fire so warm
A fire that lit, not scaldingly hot
It captivates, lures, and terrifies
It was something I knew not
Something I'd love to touch
But afraid to try and grasp
Something I'd wish to hold
But won't dare own and clasp
Familiar but somewhat new
I knew of fire, but not like this
Unaware if the fire was violent
Or whether a gentle kiss
If it rained flowers of blood
Or poured bloomed rosy petals
Whether it lit to tame and lure
Or to show impending pitfalls
A familiar fire I never knew
Will it burn or only illuminate
To strengthen or extinguish
How will i decide this fate?

Ysa Pa Jul 2017

A Real Fabrication

A lone soul, witnessing love
From a perfect vantage point
Uninhabited, maybe lonesome
But with an unbiased viewpoint
As the models breathe in roses
Exchanged chocolates and bears
She wrote metaphors and proses
We'll see the writer scribbling there
As they openly declare their passion
We find her inking outdated letters
While romance is engulfing the air
She'll describe it with angelic tethers
It'd be handwritten on fancy paper
Writing of love, longing and lust
She wrote of many things
Though inexperienced as she was
The sights she's witnessed
And infatuating stories heard
Were given proper justification
With her writing, through her words