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Sana Sep 2014
My head is full of thoughts
My head won't stop thinking
I wish I could write them down
I wish I could stop swinging
Between a letter and a sound
Between eternity and time
I wish I could wander
Instead of just wondering
about a he and a them
about a who and a how
I wish I could talk
I wish I could write
But my head is full of thoughts
My head won't stop thinking
  Sep 2014 Sana
Yanni Nacpil
YOU SHOOK MY WORLD
LIKE EARTHQUAKES
THAT CANNOT BE TAMED
YOU WERE THAT MAGNITUDE
THAT I WAS LOOKING OUT FOR
THAT I WAS WARNED ABOUT FOR
BUT I STILL WELCOMED YOU
OPEN TOED
UNTIL YOU SHATTERED ME
AND SWALLOWED ME
UP THE GROUND
Sana Sep 2014
I keep on searching for love in the wrong places
And that is probably why I have never found you
  Sep 2014 Sana
Pax
Living in this world, often times I feel - claustrophobic.
Living inside their system, often times I feel - restrained.
Living inside a shell, often times I feel so - distant.

Watching my world slowly collapsing.
Watching my reality in slow motion, pretending.
Watching my fantasy more than what’s real, it keeps me sane.


*© Pax
Sometimes when I feel like my emotions is eating me up and my mind is at constant wonder, I can't write or even concentrate. Sometimes I just lose myself into games and videos - watching, never minding about anything else. Just think about that world I am in the moment – seeing, working my mind to ease some negative emotions. Even though some people may think, I'm just laying around, doing lazy things. Actually I don’t like doing nothing. I want my mind to always work and always think perhaps because I just don’t want to think of reality too much. To avoid the things I don’t want to face, or afraid to face. I always mention in my poems about this door that I fear. Someday I’ll be able to open that, someday… (written last: November 3, 2013)

I still feel this from time to time, but bearable, I can make it, still surviving life...
Sana Sep 2014
How can I write
How can I talk
When what I have to say
Cannot be said with words
How can I connect
How can I be
When a part of me
Feels trapped inside
Timeless fragments
Thoughts
And moments
Between worlds that can never
Collide
I feel like my breath is
Being taken
By motions and colors
By moments and seconds
By details and sounds
But never by words
Or people
Never by **faces
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