"staycations" poems
She likes toy soldiers with mustaches
and rolling camels from newspapers
(that way she has something to read when she smokes)
She likes spin the bottle at recycling centers
and starting arguments over produce
(she prefers steamed vegetables, you see)
She adores staycations in someone else's house
and dinner theatre for breakfast
(a little Hamlet and eggs)
She likes every other Tuesday
and clocks with only minute hands
(it's more her speed)
She likes hunting for change in penny arcades
and five & dimes
(but not dollar stores...go figure)
She likes soda crackers (but not soda)
She likes beer nuts (but not beer)
She likes wine cozies (well, you know the rest)
Jun 21, 2021
Jun 21, 2021 at 2:30 PM UTC
in the shadows of retrospection, a somber truth unfolds, draped in the shroud of honesty. it's a reality i must face; it's better off this way.
you were already broken, a fractured soul wandering through the desolate corridors of existence. yet, you made a choice, a cruel decision, to shatter me as well. it's a harsh reality to digest, for nine months seemed too brief a span to bid farewell.
but now, looking back, those nine months appear as a mirage, a deceitful illusion. the person i thought i knew, the person i fell in love with, was nothing more than a phantom masquerading as reality.
our late-night rendezvous, the echoes of our laughter lost in the void, our spontaneous road trips to escape a mundane world and the culinary escapades that once ignited our senses - all of it, mere fragments of a fabricated tale.
our weekly staycations, where the world faded into insignificance, replaced by the universe we created, now reduced to the ashes of fiction. it dawns on me that it was all too good to be true.
in this realm of disillusionment, i find solace in the brutal honesty that it's better off this way. for sometimes, darkness unveils the most profound revelations, and in this darkness, i must find my light.
Sep 6, 2023
Sep 6, 2023 at 2:29 PM UTC
I miss heading home from grandmother's house
Drifting to sleep as my favourite song plays on the radio
I miss hotel staycations and my most-worn blouse
And my parents being there to guide me to where i had to go
I miss watching afternoon cartoons on a summer day
As my mother turns the AC on to keep the heat away
I miss all my childhood pets whenever i see the scratches on the door
And yet i cannot even remember some of their faces anymore
I miss fast food birthday parties with those cardboard hats
I miss the hectic mornings of the first days of school
I miss dancing in the guest room at Kat's
I miss fearing the deep end of the pool
From playground fights and Baguio kites
To simple lunches at the mall
I wonder why i was ever discontent when i've had it all
Moments that i took for granted
Times i won't forget
It seems like i've lived such a life
But it isn't over yet
With precious memories like these, there are still more to come
I'll stack them all like bricks that form into my own kingdom.
Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 10:00 AM UTC