one small girl

sweet as a eucalyptus, terrible as a tempest

without song

i used to be able to write verses in a flash.
no, i don't write poetry
but i can.

they had nobody else to enter in my class in high school,
so they signed my name.
i do my writing midnight of the deadline date
as crammers always do
and get first place and published in the school paper.

i wrote a high school goodbye song entry in about 30 minutes
on the last day of submission
and it gets chosen

i wrote a poem for humanities class
the professor wanted to have it published in the collegian
it was about my favorite brand of tissue.

i cram again now for verses
i am unable to write
unlike before
i find myself now without words
without thought
without muse
without song.

something happened to me in the last couple of years.
and i(t)
                   [b]
                        led to my death.

posted by: onesmallgirl at 16:20 | link | comments (4) |

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#1  21 August 2006 - 02:01

 

this one's good though.

BanzaiDescent

#2  28 August 2006 - 08:41

 

tsk, stress lang yan... you'll be back to your creative self in no time!

Anonymous

#3  31 August 2006 - 14:01

 

amazing! hehe..:P

Anonymous

#4  20 January 2008 - 17:08

 

Ala, kapatid eh sabi ng mga BarbeQ Mongolian (Tibetan na rin daw yaon), ala'ey habang buhay, mayroon daw tayong isang silid na nilikha natin or ng iba mula sa bula (babol). Ey dahil sa minsan eh, lumilipat tayo ng babol, iyun nama'y para na rin tayong namatay... Wika mo nga sester, ey, naging dinuguan ka pa nga. Ala, eh ang hirap naman ng kalagayan na ganoon. Pero sa tingin ko nama'y sulat ka pa rin ng sulat, ey di buhay na buhay pa ireng kapatid kong ito. Palipat lipat nga lang ng babol gaya ng sabi ni BarbeQ. "Like the writer, we, suffer a thousand little deaths; on the other hand, likewise we also experience a thousand rebirths."

Ala'y, ang gara ano?

Anonymous

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