A Missing Angel

Note: A short and mediocre poem (or excerpt) with no title (originally), inspired by a song sung by Tavares, which I wrote back in Senior High School. The funny thing is that I found it inside the recipe book that I wrote since Junior High School. Addressed to no one, or perhaps, no one yet.

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The End

Lately I’ve been, I’ve been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But, baby I’ve been, I’ve been praying hard
Said no more counting dollars, we’ll be counting stars
Yeah, we’ll be counting stars

tarot-death

Perhaps my daydream had ended a long time ago, not today. Perhaps that you had died a long time ago, not today. But one thing for sure, today marked the day that I accepted that our crippled cinderella story had come to an absolute end.

I had finally ended my repudiation period.

It is funny when every time I recalled the days we spent together, both sadness and laughter we shared, and the secrets we both hold. Whereas, today you are merely somebody that I used to know.

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An Excerpt From The Past

Dear future me,

I entered the classroom, sat down, opened my notebook and unzipped my pencil case. As usual. I could hear yet my ears hardly functioned to listen. I try to understand yet my brain has defected. I was alive yet I scarcely feel my heartbeat. I feel like crying on her lap who was sitting next to me yet my tear glands were droughty.

Stupid. Worthless. Scatterbrained. Those are the words that described me. Suffused in me. I made a fool of myself, I made people I care about disappointed–and distrusted of me.

I just…suck.

Every day passed, every breath was taken, and every step I took seemed very different. I still did precisely the same daily routine, except…being your ‘someone special’. All I did in the classroom was blaming myself for being this suck which made you left me. I wrote every song lyrics which elucidated and pictured my life condition, as often as possible, just to made my heart ease for the tiniest bit. And for those other time, all I could do was just…cry.

I had just awakened…by reality, but the candles were off yet it was freezing in here. I am right here in a colossal maze, finding no way out, intercepted with Cul-de-sac(s). With no judgment.

If there is really a way, I wish I could jump and travel to the future…to be you.

With sorrow,

Gia Isa

Winter 2012/2013

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Disenchantment

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Indeed judgment has come.

All I could remember is myself  slumping lame

hardly ever heard my name

As anxiety vine like flame

Since no one to blame

Unless…this flesh who played the game

 

Thou hast scuttled me into sorrow

Scantly to propel a mere fleece on the morrow

Scarcely even sithe within tomorrow 

 …cash in one’s chips along with a blue sparrow