I can’t stand how much I have to please this feeling,
When I’m all about control,
Because the curls in your hair can run rings around my fingers,
And I don’t know how not to fall in love,
When you’re taken, you’re taken for life.
I’m going to write love poem after love poem,
If it can expel the lust in me,
And I’m surprised this happened at all,
Because I never cared about you,
Until I saw you sipping coffee and looking away from me.
Continue reading “Extinguish This Please (Poem)”
*Note: This was inspired by a poetry prompt from The Daily Poet by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano
You were around seven years old when you had a birthday cake with mini balloons. The small balls were propped up on hard plastic straws, looking like psychedelic trees planted on a land of chocolate. You squirmed as your mother asked the photographer to take one more picture of you and all of your smiling guests. When your furrowed brow, your pouted mouth, your hunched position was finally frozen in time, your mother let you go. You dashed to the cake, uprooted one bunch of mini balloons, and put them in your mouth. Blech! They weren’t lollipops; they were plastic. You had cried and desired for nothing.
It was a month before your tenth birthday, and you knew that for the first time you wouldn’t have a party. You were sore about it because you thought your mom didn’t have money for it. Fast forward to when you were 22: you visited your cousin’s grave, saw the dates on his tombstone, and you realized that he died one month before your tenth birthday. Car. Turned turtle. Him through the windshield. He was 19 years old. Kuya Paulo, blood! Ten-year-old you tried to cry when your mother told you the news, but until today you blame yourself for not crying hard enough.
Continue reading “Birthdays (Poem)”
She feels like a memory,
Like that old classmate,
Who’s in all your photographs,
Your arm around her shoulder,
Yet you don’t remember,
Why you laughed so hard.
Continue reading “She Feels Like a Memory”
Note: This is a work of fiction
I have something to say, and I wish to just be very truthful when I say it. I don’t mean to hurt you, but I know that what I will say will hurt, and I’m sorry.
I want to break up. Over the months that we’ve been together, we’ve had our clashes, and I don’t want any more of them. I have made mistakes, but you have also attacked me and hurt me. I appreciate that you have apologized for some of those things, but I feel like your blow ups will just happen again and again, and I am not emotionally stable enough to handle them.
Continue reading “Fictional Monologue: No Bullshit Breakup”
Wrote when I was 11 years old
Have You Forgotten
by Age of the Diary
We wanna tell you
That we are true friends
We wanna tell you
That we’ll be here up to the end
We wanna tell you
That we care
But when sorrow comes, were you there?
Continue reading “Have You Forgotten (Original Song)”
As I said in my post I’m in my Ted Mosby phase, I recently realized I want to start dating, and I also want to write about love. One dilemma is that I probably do not want to write explicitly about the people who I am currently interested in. Instead, I will write about my past experiences, and then talk about things that I am currently learning in a more general way that gives no clues as to who I am talking about. Ok, good plan. Anyway, so for this entry, I want to talk about the guys I had a crush on when I was a kid.
Continue reading “Kiddie Loves: He Played the Panty Game, My Christmas Husband, Celebrity Crushes”