Thursday, June 30, 2011

chafing


I am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart
 against the want of you; of squeezing it
into little ink drops, and posting it.
And I scald alone, here,
under the fire of the great moon.
 - Amy Lowell.

Recently, my online friends wrote heart-breaking poems and quotes. They are the inspiration to the revival of this blog. I am trying to conjure the nearest words that describe what I feel but every time I do that, I only stare at the blank sheet in front of me.Nonetheless, I tried and here is what I wrote...


I scald alone
I torture myself,
I wish for you,
It never came true.

That's it. haha.

Kidding! That's the first stanza, I will continue this when I am in the mood. Rihanna is playing on the background so I feel like dancing and not wallowing. *laughs*

Weird me. *face palm*

I scald alone




I am sick and tired of this feeling. The feeling of wanting something and not having it. If only I could be more content and less worldly i'd live peacefully, void of the temptations of the earth.

I had a fight with my mom again. She was rambling on how I am with her, that I was lucky to have a job even if I'm an undergraduate and that if I do not want my job, I should just quit and look for another one. The reason why we quarreled? I stayed up late in front of the computer. Seems a petty reason, eh? She has a way of complicating things. She makes small things BIG and rambles on anything under the sun. (kung baga inuungat pa ang mga dapat na di ungkatin, pahumble pero mayabang)

Ay ewan ko sakanya.Nakakainis lang.