Lost.

I don’t know where these feelings come from. On some days, I feel. Happy. And then. Out of nowhere, I’m hit. I’m lost again. I feel as if all those days and weeks and months of progress. Down the drain.

But, I know this is a temporary feeling. I know that, by tomorrow, or the next day, or the next. I’ll feel “better”.

I guess. While the emotions are here. I will bathe in them. I will let them consume me, but not overpower me. I’ll let its powers into my home, but I won’t forget to whom the home is master to. So that, when the time happiness comes along, I’ll be able to greet it and welcome it with open arms.

 

Here’s to the lost souls who await to be found. There’s a light to every path. x

And here’s to unedited, raw, spontaneity.

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Reborn

I’ve stumbled upon this site again. It’s amazing, the feeling you get at discovering old memories and treasures. I remember the woman I was before and how I felt in the past.

So much has caught up with me these past two years. I regret not documenting it.

I’ve stopped writing love poems because I began to tell them to the person I love instead of secretly sharing them on facebook for him to see. Haha. Silly me. But. Who would have known that this website would have started a beautiful series of events that, to this day, continues on? I will be forever grateful for that.

I want to continue to explore writing once more, as I have been given more liberty to do so. But what to talk about is the question. I guess we shall see.

Til next time. x

An Old Friend

So many things have occurred since I last posted here. I happened to just stumble upon wordpress again, and I definitely miss it. Hoping I can get to write another poem soon.

It’s amazing to look back on my old poems, and realize just how much has changed in a short span of time.

One great thing that has happened?

The man that I once thought to be unreachable… The man that became the topic of a majority of my poems… Is finally mine. 🙂 ❤

The twist of events, to this day, still catch me in awestruck. Who would have known… Who would have known indeed.

Hoping to write again soon. I absolutely miss it. x

Midnight Ramblings.

EDIT: This poem was posted unedited/unchanged content-wise (save, of course, for an apostrophe  or comma here and there, as my little “perfectionist” self couldn’t handle not adding them in. Haha). I have my reasons for doing so. One of which is because this poem was written out of pure emotion, and I feel as if – I don’t know. As if, this was how my mind felt in the middle of the night. And I don’t want to change that. Haha. I am not sure if I am making any sense.

However, as I am re-reading this for the nth time, I’ve realized that I’ve missed a big opportunity for the ending. Maybe I’m making it worse (and maybe, just maybe, some people haven’t noticed), but. If I were to edit the last line, it would be something along the lines of,

Maybe,

Just maybe
“Somebody would finally notice”

Haha. Okay. Happy reading and I hope you all have a good day. x 

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