"NIGHT 230522"
The night is dark. I like it—no, I love it.
The power supply was out. I hated it at first. No wifi, no TV, no electronic devices.
All I had were
Dim lights
Of the fire
And the starlights
The smell of candle and
kerosene lamps burning are somehow
giving me nostalgia—
nostalgic pasts that have resurfaced
and are calming me.
It makes me feel as if the deepest trenches on my chest have been sans whirlwinds for quite a while.
With mellow music accompanying my solitude,
I haven't felt this way for a long time.
I've stayed in the city for months and every night is like an episode of an apocalyptic series.
I always slept with a tangled yarn on my head and woke up with them still untangled.
The wind tonight is hugging me as if it's consoling me. I know it's supposed to be cold but I peculiarly like its warmth.
It's been a while since I had a one-on-one time with myself. I felt like a drum overflowing, but in a good way, or if that makes sense.
I've always been alone, but I never had the time to be alone like this.
My eyes were inspired to well up.
Tear, sob, whimper. I don't know what to do.
I'll just focus on the beauty of the night. The moon is hiding, by the way.
But the stars are enough to put a smile on my ugly face.
Maybe the moon hid because it's scared to see me.
Anyway,
The night is dark. I absolutely love it.
It's quiet.
It's calm.
It's mellow.
It's peaceful.
Will I be able to have this moment again?
I hope so...
–themarkedstars
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Mak's Mediocre Metaphors
Poetrysince 02.2018 collection of poems i wrote either out of boredom, sudden burst of inspiration, or requirement for a subject. of course, there will be rawitdawit entries since i'm a proud bicolano! i know these poems may not be the best, but for those...
