If I’m gone, would you miss me?
Would you say world’s different without me?
I seriously doubt that
I never affected you the way you did to me
I’m just a trusted friend
Nothing more, nothing less
Maybe in another life
Maybe if I’m prettier
If I’m thinner
Or maybe taller
Or even fairier
But I’m still here
Always willing to listen
To understand you
To comfort you
Anything you want
For now, I’ll be your trusted friend
Until maybe in another life
You can finally see me…
(Free Verse IV)
~ a poem inspired by Katy Perry’s Song The One That Got Away
~ while editing / revising my novel, poetry muse strikes me even while commuting
I miss you
I miss the way we were
I miss the way you open up to me
No holds barred
Now, there’s a gap I can’t bridge
A wall I can’t penetrate
If only I can turn back the time
But I never regret any of that
No matter the reason
Was it just lust or passion?
I don’t really want to know
I’m afraid of knowing the truth
Afraid of getting hurt
Although I already am
But I still want you
I still want to be with you
Every time I buy a new book, my mother tells me I already have a lot so why am I buying for more? That was such a ridiculous questions. I will never stop buying books or ebooks especially if I love the author.
I read basically by author. I will buy every book of that author/s. I like collecting.
Then when my mother saw me writing or editing, she will ask me why do I have to write? I already have a lot of books. Well, writing a book is a whole lot different from just having books. And finishing a book is the most fulfilling thing for me. Especially when your readers will tell you, you evoke emotions in them.
I have written 4 novels, all remained unpublished. I just finished revising my 2nd one with the hope of being published but I have to do a lot of work. I don’t even know if there’s a publishing house in my country that may have interest in my kind of writing.
But being unpublished doesn’t stop me from writing. I’ll go back to it soon although my so-called writing break is not a really a break. I can’t help myself from opening my novel’s document and just browse through it.
After three months of editing after I finished writing/revising this current novel I’m working on, I got tired and I realized, I badly needed a break. My mind as well as my eyes felt tired. I have to print it now so my bestfriend can critique it for me because I feel so sick of reading it. Sometimes, I ask myself, why am I doing this? After eight long years of writing, I never really wanted to stop. Just now I need to breakaway from my novels and characters. It’s just a little break. The second book of this series is already popping out of my mind and I badly needed to write it soon. But I feel I need to research more of my topic I’m dealing with because it’s getting deeper and deeper and new ideas started to spring out of my restless head.
Ideas are everywhere. The challenge is how to write it all in this short lifetime of mine. I hope I can live that long to write everything I wanted to read.
My writing break may only last for a week… or probably a day. Because whenever I am not writing, I feel different. As if I’m not me.
I’m planning to post some excerpts here… if I think it is ready.