The Doctor ‘was’ In

The Doctor ‘was’ In

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Looming Stranger

Knock!
Knock!
Knock!
“Let me in!”
Peep

I can’t
I can’t touch the cold hard knob
Refuse to unhook the latch
Just close your eyes
It will go away

Breathe
In and Out

Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
“Open the door!”

Leap
I won’t
I won’t leap to the mountains
Refuse to take a step

Block the noise
Clear your mind
Relax
An illusion
That is all
Voices of your imagination

Steady your breath
One
Two
Three

“I’m coming back!”
Boom!

Compose yourself
It is over
Gone
For now

Remnants Resurface

I do not want to know
But somehow
Time
Has its way
Through accidental glimpses

Are they accidents?
Are accidents even real?
I try
To cover my eyes
Hide my mind

Still
Remnants of you resurface

Your presence
Lingers
As they creep up
Silently
Too late to stop

Making its way carelessly
Stepping through cracks
Visiting facts
Replaying such acts

Will I ever get away?
From your shadows of relay
and
Accidental display

Mediocre Be Bold

 

Mediocrity
Tell me
How I can write away with thee
Ordinarily
Blandly
Simply
Tell Me
How I can write extraordinarily

Scribbles
Doodles
Loopholes
Will I hit my goals
Touch souls

Teach
Reach
Preach
Will hearts be stitched

Attentions lured
Brokenness cured
Intentions pured
Fill a void

Whose heart will I hold?
Mind forever fold
Silence told

 

Mediocre be bold

 

Whisper

Whisper
Truth
Into my mind
Thoughts
Never left my side

Whisper
Lies
Into my soul
Facts
Never made me whole

Whisper
Love
Into my heart
Emotions
Never took my part

Whisper
Beauty
Into my body
Imperfections
Never kept me steady

Middle

Middle
Is where I am
I am the in progress
The processing
My location is in between
I am not the sun
Nor the rain
Just the shade
Not quite
Nor enough
But getting there
I had begun my journey
But have not arrived
Not in a hurry
Taking my time
Not freezing
Nor burning
Just warm
Filled with potentials
To be and become
Riding along
Passing through
Waiting
To get to you

When You Left…

Hey wordpressers,

            Couple of years ago, leaving was mutual. I remembered being on the couch with my past and we decided that it was time to move on. Looking at the clock ticked away, I watched the hand move. It was not even 7 yet. However, we knew it was time to say goodbye. The very thing I remembered, in which I actually wrote a poem about few years later, was sitting on the couch with my past. Then, he stood up, got his backpack, ready to leave. I stood up and hugged him. The very last one I can get from him, and then I let go.

Watched him descend from the stair steps. I remembered holding on to myself that time. I sobbed and cried alone on the couch. It was my first heartbreak. My first official end of a relationship. Listening to him put on his shoes ready to leave my house; it was like the scratching of nails on a chalkboard. It was dreadful.

On what was on my mind during the event, I do not remember. It was like I did not think of anything but focused on my heartbreak, and the end of my relationship. It was very difficult.

The pros of leaving was letting go of an unhealthy relationship. Breaking free of the “clinginess” I brought myself into. Lastly, it made me closer to God and my family. The cons… well the cons were the flashbacks I am dealing with currently.

Even now three years later, my mind still remembers and contemplates. This is something I am going to admit and only to you my readers, maybe… just maybe… I am not over him. However, I have moved on. I have accepted that… that was the end of the relationship. But every day he is on my mind, and sometimes he has cameo appearances in my dreams.

He left my life, but my mind has clung to him. No matter how hard I try to push those memories aside and erase him from my daily thoughts, he still shows up, and I do not know when this will stop. I tried. I still am trying…

This is jasminedelacerna, signing off ❤

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