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7d · 117
ychb.
...you could have been
...every single word waiting to win the heart of another
...a gift saved for a special reason
...sometimes sentimental but often too shallow
...other times too deep -  i don't know what it means
...a gift saved to be given away
...not expecting anything and always hoping for the best
part 4 of 4
Jan 4
move on
ce-walalang Jan 4
...you could have been the last train, or
...the song on the radio i tuned in on too late

...a flower in spring that i saw in fall
...or every single thing i wait for

...but like all the well-written prose,
...good things move on
i need to move on. 3 of 4.
Dec 2020 · 22
a metaphor for midnight
ce-walalang Dec 2020
...you could have been the time between midnight and daylight
...the blue and white lights on the tv when all the shows wrapped up
...the silence between every song
...the space between every word
...the three dots between every message
...the missing that turns everything into something
2 of 4
ce-walalang Dec 2020
you could have been the gloomy day
beautiful in your own way
a blank palette
capable of becoming what we make of it

you could have been a time to reflect and
admire the beauty unnoticed on a sunny day
1 of 4
Dec 2020 · 43
ode to my city
ce-walalang Dec 2020
things
are
happening
so
fast

i promise to keep up.
“it’s just you and me, i’ll go wherever you take me”
Dec 2020 · 43
a certain darkness
ce-walalang Dec 2020
...a certain darkness is needed
...to see the stars
...to truly appreciate the vastness of the universe
...and the searching we might do in it
...and how feeble we are
...and out of all these stars
...we hope that somewhere
...on another planet exactly like this one
...someone is looking at the same sky,
...having the same thoughts.
...a sweet, perfect reminder that
...we are never truly alone.
...and whether we search on or wait still
...we will always have the same sky
...and that’s enough for me.
aliens, love -- where are they?
Nov 2020 · 21
any given john mayer
ce-walalang Nov 2020
...theory: there is a john mayer song for every stage in your life

...on always being told to stay inside the lines
...on living on your own for the first time
...on feeling like gravity wants to bring you down
...on wishing there is an over-the-counter test for your loneliness
...on wanting nothing more in life than to be 6yo again
...on fridays and going away for the weekend
...on finding love in a sandbox or a sidewalk
...on never going to find the perfect rhyme to heavier things
...on feeling like summer is what the whole year is all about
...on feeling like waking up is the hardest part of dreaming
...on dinnertime shadowing
...on being alright even when given an expiring ‘always’
...on never being scared to walk alone, and
...on never being scared to like it
...on pain throwing your heart to the ground, and
...on love turning it all around
...on being in repair, not together but getting there
john mayer
Nov 2020 · 141
resolutions
ce-walalang Nov 2020
...i resolve to tune out
...write more
...nap more

...i resolve to embrace confusion
...keep discovering
...keep listening

...i resolve to be more self-aware
...refuse to act my age
...say less no and more yes

...but let my yes be yes and my no be no
for new year's
Nov 2020 · 90
thank you
ce-walalang Nov 2020
...to weekday wake-up calls
...to monotonic wardrobe
...to the smell of coffee
...to blank spaces
...to conversing chairs and empty benches
...to long walks
...to midnights
...to back porch poetry and sonnets
...to sunday morning bike rides
...to gloomy days
...to days without plans
...to days with random plans
...to stillness and invisibility
...to taking chances
...to gestures big and small
...to love languages and unintentional kindness
...to the right song at the right time
...to words spoken and unspoken
...and to all i forgot to thank
...thank you.
thank you
Nov 2020 · 256
in december
ce-walalang Nov 2020
all the lights
all the songs
a promise of hope
in this strange time
i love christmas
Nov 2020 · 53
to us
ce-walalang Nov 2020
to us,
when it doesn’t matter,
it doesn’t matter...
but when it matters…
it matters big
too big,
we spend so much time on it -
away from real the world.
alone.

but we always come back home
i am an infp
Oct 2020 · 191
breathing space exploration
ce-walalang Oct 2020
need a break?
breakfast?
coffee break?
lunch break?
linebreak?
heart break?
summer break?
christmas break?
breakfree?
breaking bad?
break-a-leg?
i need a brek
Oct 2020 · 111
travel poem #1
ce-walalang Oct 2020
i want to travel the world one color at a time

...see the color of the first sunrise
...sip black tea on London rain
...linger at the heart of the Big Apple
...gaze at the pink skies of California
...cliff dive into the Aegean blue sea
...marvel at the green grass of the African safari
...get lost in the land with the whitest snow
...witness the sunset in Rio
...travel in space and walk the gray surface of the moon

but i’d rather pull all the shades and wander the great indoors
where the color of comfort is...

my unmade bed
i'll travel the world with words instead
Oct 2020 · 242
#9
ce-walalang Oct 2020
#9
loneliness creeps in the most inopportune time --
and we'd do anything to hide or run away from it

some would take sobriety for granted
some would keep "busy"
some would stay social -- always chasing what’s happy
but as we try, we lose our why

many things no longer mean anything
like poetry, sad songs and rainy days
unrequited love and other form of heartbreaks
and after a while, everything feels nothing

what if…
when we feel lonely -- feel lonely
when we feel disconnected -- fully disconnect
it’s probably not easy

consider our loneliest the time to
find meaning,
make sense of even the small things,
and on what really matters, continue reflecting
alternate title: the lonely prose masked as poetry
Oct 2020 · 396
stuck
ce-walalang Oct 2020
being stuck, they say, is uncomfortable.
i believe it’s not necessarily true. for instance,

...i like getting stuck inside my room and read for a day or two or three or four, forever.
...i like getting that last song stuck in my head for a day or two or three or four, forever.
...i like getting stuck in traffic with my pen and paper.
...i like getting stuck in the moment...perhaps, with you.

getting stuck is an opportunity, staying stuck is unhealthy

staying stuck on a single story out of convenience regardless of its completeness is poison mistaken for remedy
the reclusive writer tells us a good writing day
ce-walalang Sep 2020
these are the things that fall,

an apple,
some leaves,
droplets of rain,
and then of tears.

almost all heavy objects,
(including) my sleepy eyes.
the sun at the close of day.
the stars on a dark sky.

the sky,

and my heart, for the only thing that didn’t (fall), your heart.
thank you gravity, thank you fall
Sep 2020 · 180
when you're gone
ce-walalang Sep 2020
i will miss...

...all the words even when they’re meant for someone else

...how you make me read between the lines, the commas, the
parentheses and the semicolons

...the all-consuming feeling as i turn the last page

...giving you up to others
Sep 2020 · 71
these are things
ce-walalang Sep 2020
...that most people do

...wake up
...go to work
...think of you

...sit at desk
...listen to music
...think of you

...go home
...sleep
...think of you

...please take notice
...i’m thinking of you
Sep 2020 · 57
a question
ce-walalang Sep 2020
will you
ever gaze
at the
same star
that i
do?
Aug 2020 · 114
what often gets lost
ce-walalang Aug 2020
a well-loved pen,
the human mind,
the way, the time,
eventually, hope and faith.

then my words when you're finally near,
and myself whenever you're not here
Aug 2020 · 76
the day i did nothing
ce-walalang Aug 2020
today i will

…do nothing but
scroll mindlessly
to your recently played
hoping to get connection

today i will

…do nothing but
travel the world
through the window of this room
hoping to get inspiration

today i will

…do nothing but
menially
type words
hoping to find the write one

today i will

…do nothing but
stare at the ceiling
and never leave this bed,

i would celebrate
the day i did nothing.
for any given 'someday'
Aug 2020 · 51
you asked for space
ce-walalang Aug 2020
space...beyond earth
space...a rectangular key
space...and time continuum
space...the distance
space...between the lines
space...neither black nor white
space...someplace cold
space...someplace empty
space...freedom
Aug 2020 · 30
some days
ce-walalang Aug 2020
some days it storms
some days it shines
some days cold
some days warm

some days you’re near
some days you’re far
some days you’re here to stay
some days you’re gone

— The End —