Lost Writings | 08 – Time-Filler

TIME-FILLER

Between life and death, there we are with our borrowed time that we use to fill up the days of our existence in this world. And if everything we do is just a time-filler does it matter what we do with the time that we have, that is only going to be taken away in the end? Or it’s only borrowed so we should make the most out of it instead?


I wrote a bunch of poetry back in 2017, it was all over the place. So, I finally retrieved it from my old broken laptop and some were from my old journal pages that I may have forgotten about.


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LOST WRITINGS | 05 – WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?

THESE ARE THE LOST WRITINGS WHERE UNPUBLISHED AND FORGOTTEN POETRY FINALLY COMES TO LIGHT.

WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?

I’m thinking about life and death and how we are all stuck in the middle of it.

We started with this life only to face death in the end. I’m thinking about how we should live this life and say it’s worth it when the end arrives but there are these said rules that needed to be applied.

I’m thinking about what truly matters while we’re in the middle of these concepts and how everyone worries about paying their debts.

But I’m thinking more about death and what comes after it because in life we know all the possibilities but with death it still remains as a mystery.


I wrote a bunch of poetry back in 2017, it was all over the place so I finally retrieved it from my old broken laptop and some were from my old journal pages that I may have forgotten about.

For the next few days I decided to publish some of it here since I am currently uninspired to write. So, forgive these old words that I hope you’ll like.

ENDING THE STIGMA

They say it’s a chemical imbalance to think and feel this way,
Maybe we still do have a chance for tomorrow is another day.

“It’ll be okay” that’s what they say for them they think it’s just a phase, just another case of a trend but it’s not my friend.

Let’s talk about it instead but let me just state this. It’s not aesthetic to wish you were dead.
Let’s discuss it without romanticizing what is being said.

Disappointments arise from feeding information,
I hope it’s not all just for the sake of attention,
not more lives to be at stake and be a consolation— a failed product of this discussion.

A SOLDIER

I am my own medic and therapist in this war trying to make peace with this broken brain that is making me insane.

Inane ideas that sees myself as this disdained soldier trying to carry on in this endless war and gathering all the weapons to defeat the enemy and claim the victory.

Regardless of the wounds and scars trying to survive and win this war barely breathing and questions self “can I go far?”

Inside my mind there’s a fantasy to be killed in action and never face the reality. Just please shoot me and put me in a black car. Send that letter and tell them it’s what I desire.