Saturday, November 22, 2008

Worth Remembering

 

It’s November, today.

Today,
November 2008.

Time flies fast 
– really fast.

It seemed like,
yesterday.

Yes, yesterday.

Yesterday,
when I was small.

Small yet,
feeling lucky.

Lucky,
there.

To be there.

There,
on top.

Thinking,
I am the happiest girl …..

Happiest.

In the world.

World.

Where I thought
I belong.

To be there
Where i thought I belong.

Belong to him.

To be home with him.

Home where I thought where the heart is.
Home.

To the one,
the only one who loves me.

Hang on,

hanging on….

It was just yesterday when I used to sit on my father’s lap.

That lap.

The lap that used to be my world.

World.
Where my world spinned.

I used to be the apple of his eye.
His world.

We were inseparable.
He and me. 

We were one.

I,
The only one that mattered to him.

That was before.

Before.

Long ago,
before I learned the basics.

Basics of life,
of ABC’s,

It was in school where I learned my ABC’s.
It was there where I learned that I am a person.

At that age where you form your values.

Learn what family is

That the family is you.

Fast forward.

Life.

Fast forward to the present.

Now.

This is me.

Me.

Now.

Me and the now.

The now and me.

This is me.
Me that has been torn.

I’ve been torn. 

Torn by time,
into pieces.

Pieces.

Pieces,
Me,
Time.

Tested by time.

Time.

Time and pieces.
Pieces and Me.

Tested.

This is me now.

Pieces,
 
that I am now trying put back together.

Those little things that make a Me.

Me.

I am me,
with my little me’s
 – Myka, Michiko and Kim.

Magical.

Mysterious.

and Knocks me off.

It is just,
Unbelievable.

Posted by Yoko C. Ramos at 14:20:46 | Permalink | Comments (2)

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Blue

Pink is feminine and ultra chic.
Yellow is happy and young.
Green should be hope.
White is so pure and innocent.
Black is creepy and sad.
Orange is sweet but sometimes bitter
Red — oh, red is the heart and soul.
It is love!
The world should be painted red!
Blue..

I am blue

Posted by Yoko C. Ramos at 18:42:28 | Permalink | Comments (2)

hurt

Blank stares
Empty thoughts
Tears flow from within
When is it going to stop

Air runs fast
Sun bids goodnight
Moon shines above

You are here
But where am I

Posted by Yoko C. Ramos at 18:29:25 | Permalink | Comments (2)