I've slowly been losing you for awhile now
After you died, I could still here your voice in my head
Slowly it began to fade
The voice becoming weaker and weaker
Day by day it disappeared
Now your face is fading too
The only thing keeping it in place is the pictures I have left
And the memories that always bring back tears
It breaks my heart
Because you are my everything
And I can't lose you yet
Not yet
I still need to see your face to calm down
It's hard enough to not hear your soothing voice
But I need to picture your face in my mind
Otherwise I'm lost

(I like..)


Small
....productive groups
.....quietly discussing
.............simple,
...effective coups
......are inspiring...


better to hear
......hushed conversations
.........gentle voices,
.....not heated discussions...


i prefer,
....modulated, well-thought of
......responses,
........they discourage
...........frenetic dispositions...


i'd rather
........have coffee
.....in quaint cafes,
...........they offer
................privacy...


i like,
how
s o l i t u d e
.......nurtures,
::::::::::::::
.....then......
sets my soul
::::::::: free!

(10W X 5)




Sally


Copyright September 6, 2016  
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

I am no Maria Clara
Nor the girl who can't even break a glass
Nor the princess of a kingdom
Nor the graceful dancer
Nor the sweet little girl
Nor the pretty, head turner type
Nor the lady who pours emotions
Nor the girl of your dreams

I am clumsy and awkward
And the girl who acts in a boyish manner
And the hunter of a forest
And the graceless explorer
And the tough intimidating girl
And the one who you would just passby
And the lady who builds walls around her
And the girl of your nightmares

So I wonder what you see in me.

*What did you see in me?

Cause I can't seem to find anything in myself.

My old self keep dying everyday
To keep tryst with new beginning
Young heart beating with vigor
Every vein filled with brimming hope
Charting new territories
Being better than my old persona
Inception of fresh perspective
Every cosmic particle in me enthused
After fresh lease of life

it's hard to let go of something
you have held onto for so long.
watching it drift away,
caught in the wind.
tears stream from your face
and it feels like your chest has caved in.
but watching this thing die,
something you've known for your whole life,
means there will be a new beginning.
whether you're ready for it or not.

I don't think I'm okay with you filling in the space between my fingers.
It scares me that I could ruin such a beautiful thing with one sentence.
I don't like things that begin
Because they always have to have an end.
What goes up must come down
I hate the coming down part.
So let's not begin
Let's never start so that we
Never
Have
To stop.

Be bold.
Embrace the cold.
Try for a moment
To break the mold
The world has set for you.
There's more out there
For you to explore.
Behind you,
Shut the door.
There will be no looking back.