Zaskia Natalie Villa

Zaskia Natalie Villa Mar 2014

Diabetes

To the one up in the sky
I know you might be busy
But I need you to hear me.

I know I haven't believed in you much before
And I apologize
But if you're really there
And you can really make miracles happen,
I need you to hear me.

My cousin needs you, tonight
And maybe writing my thoughts in a poem
Can construct my ideas of how you can help me.

He is lying alone
And he's living off monitors.
He needs you now more than ever.
I need you to hear me.

Help him find his way.
Help him recuperate.
Help him see the light of day.
I need you to help him.
I need you to hear me.

*And in these moments of anxiety and helplessness
I find myself praying to a God I don't even know exists

Zaskia Natalie Villa Feb 2014

Perspectives

Birds bigger than planes.
A sky so blue,
It's only affecting me

A building, a tower.
And there's a statue, no, a giant
Looking down on me.

The sun, a speck
I can shield off with my palm.

A song in my head and
The air reciting to me
Its story
Like a psalm.

Zaskia Natalie Villa Feb 2014

Picnic

A romantic moon as big as the screen
Eats dinner with a lovely, old tree
And its craters are holding the lemonade
And its branches are serving the soup
And their love is not bound to chains
For when the day brings dawn
The lovely, old tree is left without

-

The lovely, old tree sits quietly and waits
For the love of its life to return
And it droops its leaves with aching sadness
Until the pinks and the blues fade into the air
And the lover, the moon, is again standing there
And its craters are holding the lemonade

-

Black takes over the screen

And the room fills with standing applause.

Black bow ties and red gowns

Envious of the love they have witnessed.

Zaskia Natalie Villa Jan 2014

pensive PM

Anxious, perplexed, insomniatic and imaginative
Forever questioning the positive and negative

These late nights attack your mind
Turn you into a different kind

Monsters, ghouls, witches and claws
The night infested with thoughts and thoughts

The light in the room is too bright in this darkness
Eyes are squinting, but the mind is relentless

Zaskia Natalie Villa Jan 2014

dark

puffy eyes, salty tears.
a thought run wild
lead her mind through fears

painted stars show
through the window,
the only light coming in
from the moon aglow

alone inside
alone she feels
she tries to walk upright,
yet kneels

her breaths gradually getting
slower with seconds
she gasps for air
but sinks while she beckons

her heart is heavy
why, what is wrong?

*she's living her life in my terrible song

Zaskia Natalie Villa Nov 2013

A Beautiful Omen

His whiskey-stained breath poetically reciting his thoughts.
"Everything has a beginning and everything has an end."

A little bird flies and sits momentarily on a branch.
"If that isn't a beautiful omen, then I don't know what is."

The shadow marking the betrayal of the sun disappears on the mountains.
"Now people are waking up to the sun's rays on another side of the world."

A sunset. A goodbye here

-

A hello somewhere else.

Zaskia Natalie Villa Oct 2013

Alone

A wool-knit sweater to keep out the chills
And a hot cup of tea to swallow the pills

A blank television sits atop a wooden shelf
And a quiet nightstand stands all for himself

Hunched and unlimber, he walks to the window
The pale moon stares as the stars hang low

With his wrinkled hands, he covers his face

The moon shines bright on better days
The moon shines bright on better days