Entries for October, 2009

“What did YOU get her?” I was smugly asked, and she did not know either so I had to answer. As I told them what I gave I saw the look in the celebrant’s eyes, a look of disappointment and of total cluelessness as if I had let her down. Eyes and emotions stabbed my heart and yes, my ego. I felt ashamed that I did not give her anything - at least not on this day. I gave my gift early, so I guess it does not count. Like a fool I gave it nonchalantly, so I guess it’s not note-worthy. Multiple days I drove, I carried, despite being tired as they were out welcoming someone who they praise in success. The multiple times I spoke and was ignored. The myriad of “what was that?” or “did you say something?” recounted in my memories. I gave up a few projects because she said it meant a lot that we would all be together. Yet I was the one on the sidelines. The driver, the bag-boy the one who spoke but was not heard. I even closed an establishment to accommodate you and the guests because that was what I could give in addition. I am neither rich, nor successful by your standards but I do try. The fact that all this is unnoticed makes me want to tear my hair out and scream at the top of my lungs. But then again you might not notice anyway.

 

At home for almost a month and up to this day, I smiled politely at the physical threats, verbal berations and the dangers from your siblings. I apologized for being unavailable at your husband’s convenience even though I tried for days to get his help. I apologized and let your relatives go on believing they are right when I knew in my heart that I was right and they were wrong. Now they lord over me because I became passive. They stare at me with murder in their eyes as I humbly bow down instead of show them they can’t treat me like that. Now I lost and they feel like they won. All because I listened to the passive advice that was not part of who I was. All for you. So if my early gift that you don’t remember was not enough, then I hope that this reminds you that even before my forgotten gift two days ago, I gave up who I was to make you happy at the expense of my own conflicting feelings.

 

My gift does not count because it was given too early. Despite the practical use and the well thought out addition to what you wanted. Something that would be in your hand everyday, perfectly appropriate for years to come. Yet I felt so miniscule as she was surrounded by cakes, flowers and various meals. All because what I gave her was not remembered nor acknowledged. I’m sorry I did not give you something that would be converted to excrement when you defecate. I’m sorry I did not give you something that would wither and die, to be discarded as garbage. I’m sorry that my presence there was not as important as everyone else’s. I’m sorry I did not give you something that was revealed in a sweet or a grand way. All I gave you was what I could afford in my pockets at that time. Something you would use everyday and would never expire. I’m sorry for this gesture and most of all I’m sorry for giving it early when you needed it and not when everybody else could have seen it. I’m sorry.

Currently feeling: depressed
Posted by yabs on October 22, 2009 at 11:11 PM | Comments

"I love you and I mean it"
She blurted out
I felt the urge to run
To hide and to ignore

I stood there blankly
In speechless sweat
Pretending to be occupied
Like nothing was said

"I love you and I mean it"
The words repeated
Slapping me with doubts
And questions never to be answered

I closed my eyes to pray
Begging that it was never uttered
Flashes of memories now revisited
Of ones I swore never to relive

Couldn't smile even politely
My heart racing hoping to escape
Searching for words
To break this awkward silence

No amount of beauty
Brains nor money
Would quell my fear
Or ease my inability to settle

Like a coward I retreated
Never to return
Never to answer
Never to commit

Posted by yabs on October 31, 2009 at 04:54 AM | Comments

Trinkets from time ill-spent
Of vivid dreams pseudo-fulfilled
Bleeding wounds
Gaping and unhealed

Permanent testaments
To the chains that hold me
To the truth that binds me
To the fear of eternity

A far stretch from the old
The freedom I used to savor
A freedom that burned me
And caused me to withdraw

I was Icarus flying freely
With wings of wax
Closer and closer to the sun
The warm inviting sun

The same warmth and light
I now fear constantly
A lost faith drowned in ugliness
From where I once saw beauty

Posted by yabs on October 31, 2009 at 04:56 AM | Comments

I fear the sobriety
That draws my reality
The untamed truth
That mauls my being
Especially when I sleep

I hesitate
To close my eyes
In the darkness of night
Knowing intimately
What haunts me

I drown myself
In noctural activities
With camera flashes
Writing and liquor
Numbing the senses

Daylight peeks
My ordeal escaped
For yet another day
I wearily retire
In the comfort of light

Aye, my body weakened
Unable to move
Unless in ridiculous action
But my mind unable to dream
All fear forgotten

Posted by yabs on October 31, 2009 at 04:57 AM | Comments
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