I’m lost… of words.

It’s been… what? a year maybe since I last posted something on here. That’s the same time I haven’t written. My notebooks are dying in the dust while I got distracted with life outside my world. I’ve been happy, sad and anxious and not for a second it had come to my mind to write about it. I’m ashamed but it is like I didn’t need it… until today.
I got lost of words. Notebooks were looking at me, waiting for me to touch them, to remember cause maybe I’d miss writing and would use them again. But I didn’t, I did touch them though, while I was searching for my academic books or organizing my personal objects; I’m sorry to write it,  Notebooks: I didn’t miss you.
Maybe writing is like those churches where you only go when you’re in trouble. Maybe that was for me, writing a piece of something that I’m truly not sure what it is, maybe prose, or poem or… garbage. I let life to suck me dry, and I’m sorry.
Don’t get mad at me, Words: I’m back. During this year I changed jobs, I found an awful boss along the way and I was so stressed that I wanted to run. I had no energy left for anything else since everything was focused on surviving. Take me back, I’m here now and that’s what matters.
I may use new words, Words. Don’t get jealous, they’re gonna like you. Some of the ones I used may not appear as they used to. Don’t hate me; people change and with them their vision of the world. I might have changed a bit, or not. I’m not sure. You’ll tell me.
I can’t promise 100% commitment, that would be a lie and I don’t like to lie. Although, I can say that I’ll try, Words. I’ll do my best for you to see me around more often, so I can use you Notebooks, and we could be the gang we used to be during my teenage years, where we looked at the sky and danced with the birds.
By this time you should know that I always come back to you… You are home.
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The Cycle of Words

2.

Emptiness transforms words

into nothing.

It melts them with bitterness

and sobriety,

It seasons them with loneliness

and self pity.

It burns them to death,

Until the dust of what

once were words

float away.

Confused but free

they blend with the nowhere,

letting their pain be,

becoming oblivion,

Resting in peace.

 

NaPoWriMo

This thing… I have never done it before, so I don’t know how it’ll go.

I registered my blog on the NaPoWriMo (which is kind of cool) and my challenge is to write a poem per day during the month of April… well, yeah, I’m a bit nervous because this is the first time I’ll do something like this. I’m not sure that my poems are good enough but I need to try, so this time I will try harder to keep up the pace with this commitment with myself.

This is a great exercise as I’ve spent almost a year without writing (my last post was something I wrote on 2016), that’s why I’m so excited about doing this and even if I don’t get too many visits I don’t mind, I just want to prove myself that I can write and that I can do it right. Where am I going to get the inspiration from? What if I’m not in the mood? I don’t know, I’ll figure it out everyday.

As English is not my first language, you guys will read poems in English and in Spanish, so I hope you enjoy it.

Read them, be honest and write a comment.

Pd: Please don’t kill me.

 

YOU…

Some sort of magic happens
when we find each other
in the ocean of the solitude.
I silently drown in your mouth
while the dust disappears in the wind,
and my voice becomes a hidden echo
that rumbles in the empty spaces of your soul.
Sometimes at night, I mischievously smile
cause I find you mysteriously enchanted
like an unexplored galaxy
like a distant star
like an impossible mountain.
You are that parallel reality I can’t live without
that secret life I’ll never share
and that happy ending I’ll never have.