“Big pile of papers and words
taunting her haunted mind with inappropriate thoughts.
Big heads cover small thin skull
asking for a favor with an illusion of easy solution.
Distress feeling wakes her up
form that sleepy oblivious dream.
But big heads carry a lot more of them,
of big pile of papers and words. “
I remember myself writing on one of my notepads one rainy afternoon in my parent’s bedroom while listening to my favorite opm band Up dharma Down’s fragmented album. Though I cannot really remember the exact words and phrases I’ve written there(though that notepad is just a few steps from me now), the thought of me writing poems and short stories when I was still in my high school days makes me feel good at some point. My writings during those times were a trying-hard-to-be-deep poems that I really thought if I would post it online(my blog, multiply, way back then) would become viral and all. And yes, I had a dream of being famous. And still dreaming somehow, but of course in a different manner.
Forgive me for writing a poem above, it was a trying hard one(yes, I tried very hard lol) but hey, it was an impromptu.
Writing a poem. I kind miss it. Like missing my pink teddy bear. Like missing my nanny lola beth who took care of me when I was still a little kid. Like missing our cats and writing this one makes me cry right now. Like missing blogging in all of my blogs.
Now, I want to try it again. Live with it again. I’ll try not to be a trying hard but then, I’m not a professional not to make mistakes. I just want to write again…
Everything in my mind.