if a knife goes dull after it's been used too many times, why does life feel so dull right now. it's not that i've done everything i could do, it's not that i'm worn out, but i've simply lost the childhood spark that used to gleam in my eyes. and i'm not sure how to sharpen the useless knife that is life.
a moment in time, captured by a few poorly written words.
I sit here every evening every night Nothing comes to mind No muse in sight I have an ache inside I can't describe I type a few lines Words won't rhyme Failing each time The sting inside A low lit flame Dwindling down to nothing Why can't I find What's burning inside And type it all out Confusing doubt Not even sure what it's about The words pour down the sink Draining to never be seen I'm stuck in between The chaos unheard And losing myself Placing my unfinished words Back on their shelf
Recently I've felt my passion dwindle. I love writing, and maybe criticism is too much to ask for. I shouldn't need it. One single word can extinguish the flame I hold. Sadly.
Matagal-tagal na ang nakalipas mula sa huling beses kong magsulat ng tula Pag sinabi kong matagal, ang ibig kong sabihin Ay ilang araw na ang nakalipas Nang hindi ako nakabubuo ng tula Nasanay kasi akong halos araw-araw akong may naisusulat Kung di man buong tula Kahit ilan mang linya Nasanay kasi akong lahat ng aking nakikita Ay ginagamit kong inspirasyon Sa pagbangon Sa paghugas ng pinggan Sa pagkain ng hapunan Sa pagsampay ng labada Hanggang sa pagpikit ng mga mata Hindi ako nauubusan Ng salitang nais isulat o ibigkas Ngunit sa mga nakaraang araw Ay hindi ko yun naramdaman Pareho lang naman ang kaganapan Pero tila nawala ang aking mga salita Pareho lang naman ang aking ginagawa? Bakit nawala bigla ang aking pagiging manunula? Ang pagbangon ay nanatiling karaniwan Hanggang pagpikit nang mata Wala namang mahalagang kasulat-sulat ng tula Hindi ko mawari Kung ano ang nangyari Hindi ko matukoy Katamaran ba ito? Pagod? Antok? Ano ba itong nararamdaman ko? Hindi ko matukoy Kasi wala akong maramdaman Alam mo yung pakiramdam ng paang manhid? Aba syempre hindi, kasi wala naman itong nararamdaman. Sa totoo lang, hindi ko alam Kung ano ang punto ng tulang ito Hindi ko alam kung ano ang pinagsasasabi ko Sa simula hanggang dulo Pero kahit papaano Mabuti at nakapagsulat muli ako
I barely wrote anything last week and it frustrated me so much. I don't even know how or why it happened, but I'm currently trying to overcome this slump.
don't expect me to do for you what you don't do for yourself don't mistake your right to be wrong for my respect
the worlds collided, merged what you attack rules over you the song i've known for years makes sense now but i still won't play it out loud but i'd watch you dance anyway
i will tell you what i have been dreaming about since i chose to be useful those are my real hopes and dreams that i want out, once and for all but that would never be allowed i am, we are, exhausted, anyway
your anger is justified by everything you lack there is no point in teaching you need to be left to learn slowly but surely
here is my last line everything this masochistic mayhem is about it's fine to be alright it's still normal to feel okay it has been always normal for you to be okay it is okay to show vulnerability you are human after all but always remember to defend your keep steady now and don't lose your footing