The Poetry Marathon

“Hello, Darkness,”
I whispered at the void one night.

This old black hole in my heart is swallowing me up again.
Devouring, covering, sealing me in, so tight.

It has always been like these.

Empty room, unmade bed,
Empty heart, filled with all the things that are better left unsaid.

Empty canvass, blank pages,
Empty mind that sealed my dangerous thoughts in cages.

I have no one to touch, no one to hold,
No one, except for this familiar, old void.

Whispering how much of a failure I am,
Silently screaming about how broken I’ve become.

Shouting every messy thing from my past,
Imprisoning me in cold nostalgia’s grasp.

Making me do things I am not supposed to do,
Like trying to make my purple veins turn red, or hold my breath ’till I turn blue.

This void is the reason why it’s so hard for me to wake up every morning,
Why I’m having a hard time accepting the thought of still living.

But then one day, a light came through and pierced through my heart,
Binding every shattered piece of it part by part.

For the first time, the void was gone.
For the first time, darkness was done.

Every fiber in my being was still in shocked,
As this brand new light started filling in all of my heart’s wounded cracks.

I decided to grab this chance and run with it,
Not wanting to go back anymore in my loneliness’ pit.

“Good bye, Darkness,”
I finally said.

I’ll hold on to this Light and keep it close beside me as my tattered being starts to mend,

And I’ll run far, far away from where I was, before Darkness could find me again.

Darkness would never find me again.

“Even the best fall down sometimes,
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme,
Out of the doubt that fills my mind,
I somehow find,
You and I, collide…”

The lyrics to this beautiful, melodious song,
Became the lines to my messed up, sad poem.
I wouldn’t even have to wonder why.
I wouldn’t even have to ask for another sign.
Because it’s obvious. It’s too obvious.
You and I were never really meant to collide.
We are stars from neighboring galaxies.
So close, yet so far away.
Swooshing past each other throughout the sky and space,
But not having a single chance to even just glance at one’s face.
We tend to get so close,
But we never touched, you see.
Because, as life would want to have it,
We were never really meant to be.
A light born from the start,
A love made from afar,
Two hearts, destined to be apart.
No matter how much we try,
Now matter how long we hide,
No matter how many times we will deny,
We are just not made to collide.
It’s painful to know that we cannot dance this beautiful melodious song.
And so it just ended up being a messed up, sad poem.

Time.
Time is the fastest runner in this world.
I tried to chase it,
I tried to outran it,
But, this routine of mine just seem so absurd.

Time.
Time has a bad habit of leaving people behind.
One moment you’re floating together in its flow,
The next thing you’ll know, you’re unclasped out of its bind.

Time.
Time has a way of making you nostalgic about the memories you want to forget.
Making you remember things you wish you had another chance to do,
And also those things that mark your regrets.

Time.
Time knows how to steal something away from you.
It forces you to move on and let go of things
You fought so hard to hold on to.

Time.
Time is the greatest enemy you’d have in the battlefield.
No matter how hard you fight against it,
At the end of the day, you’re still the one that is sealed with defeat.

Time.
Time took him away from me.
It took what we are,
And what we were supposed to be.

Time.
Time can’t heal all the wounds I am trying so hard to mend.
It just makes me feel the agony of pain longer.
That’s why the only thing want in this world is for time to just end. (more…)

You’re probably wondering if I’m a real human being. Sorry to disappoint you but, I am. Haha. I just love potatoes that’s why I often use it as a way of introducing myself. My physical appearance are not very far from it though. Just kidding. I love the way God created me even if I haven’t really accepted some of my own flaws and imperfections. Well, I’m a very simple girl (potato) from the Philippines and my hands are made for bleeding poetry. I love dancing with my pen on a blank paper with my heart’s rhythm as the music, composed by my brain with the walls, pillows, and blankets as my audience. This is the first time I’m gonna have a different audience in our dance and I’m not really used to it but this is me, getting out of my comfort zone. So, I do hope you’ll enjoy the dance.