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If the world were to end today,
I’d probably say to myself.
wow, looks like I only have 24 hours left in this world huh?
I’d spend the 1st half by grabbing my family members, give them the tightest hug I can give, and tell them that I love them, and thank them for everything. I’d probably apologize too.
And I’d probably start to shake, like a child craving for sugar.
All jittery, shaking from the thought, that I will only have 24 hours to figure out,
how to muster up the courage to tell you the things I’ve been wanting to say.
I’ve already done the math, and I’d be spending 2/3rds of my remaining time here, just getting to your house a midst the traffic.
and 3/4ths trying to bring you to the nearest mountain for us to watch the sunset, as the world crumbled away beneath us.

If the world were to end today.
I would grab my heart, whisper all the things I love about you,
seal it and then bury it into the depths of your existence.
In the hopes that when God is digging through the mine cave of your heart, he'll find it, and then open it like a time capsule, filled with all the things that we enjoyed, like cheese, long walks, spontaneous hangouts, and like our memories.
That when God opens it,
He’ll see a yellow sticky note, requesting Him to read it to you.
attached to a letter written in orange ink that I wrote specially for you.


If the world were to end today,
I’d like to get lost, In the spirals found in your eyes.
Your eyes is the number 1 thing in my list of favorite things.
Because they remind me of space, and galaxies that I would never ever get the chance to explore, knitted together by constellations that spell out your name.

And dear,
Our kiss will be like 2 galaxies colliding against each other,
Giving birth to a new galaxy.

But you know what, that got me thinking.
And I remember that when the big bang happened, or when a super nova happens.
That wasn't really the end of everything.
They all seem to signify a brand new start.
So I guess
The idea of the world ending, wouldn't bother me as much anymore.
Cause with us fading away,
Our molecules, atoms whatever we're composed of, will eventually find it's back to us.
And when that happens,
I'd be like a brand new star.
Because I know that i'd be able to see you again.
Like God saying again, "Let there be light." And there was light.

And for me that's like God saying again "Let there be you." And again there was you.
Inspired by Sofia Paderes' work "A To Do List: End Of The World Edition"

Written as a letter for someone who used to be special.

And was performed at the last open mic of Sev's Cafe "Ang Huling Kabanata", before they closed their doors indefinitely.
~

*Why is it every thought
I have is of you?

Waking this morning
you were there
lying next to me,
your smile starting my day,
when I was the only one there.

My first cup of coffee
I shared with you,
on the patio as
bird song filled the air,
and I was alone.

The sunrise, beautiful
pastel ribbons painting
the northern horizon
I pointed out to you,
but you were a thousand
miles away.

And even now as
I write this poem,
I do so because like
every other moment
of my life, you are with me
even though you are not.

Why is it every thought
I have is of you?

Because I love you
No matter what
it's a new year, and that means new growth*

i'm going to go through some things

i'm going to \dislike/ certain human beings

i'm going to laugh

i'm going to look up into the sky, and probably cry

i'm going to smile

and maybe even run a mile?

let's not go too far.

i'm going to learn how to drive a car,

travel to mars

and hang with the stars

in my lovely dreams of course

im going to be positive this year,

oh dear.*

anyway happy new years again!


yours truly
    a
     m
       e
         i
           a.
i decided to rewrite my new years resolutions and alll. and my actual name is 'ameia', though i prefer mia because its easier to spell. happy new year. <3
ground, ground O' ground
below
looking down, I see a world go round
in the heavens
above

this existence is hell
can you spell life without suffering?
or is it all a joke?
these days i simply cant tell

a paradox in the making
a pair of socks that need cleaning

why dont you love to mop the floor anymore?

what is the meaning of words?

why is anybody asking questions.

This is not a poem. These are not words. Just meaningless shells that house feelings for someone feel.

just something to catch and reel
ha
The countdown
The numbers
The screams

No fireworks for me..

Just alone with no one
But myself
Oh how I wish it would change

Of how I could be with family
This day

Yet I'm alone again
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