Showing posts with label fear. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fear. Show all posts

Wednesday, 7 May 2014

Something/Me



Something/Me
by Plaridel Batatan, Jr.
There’s this little demon hanging over my head
She calls herself vain
He call himself insane
It thirsts madly, as it thinks it was madly bled

There’s this tiny horn that slithers on my scalp
She digs from skin to skull
He lays poison and in my thoughts he skulks
Tick-tock, tick-tock, it sings and yelps

There’s this minute spirit perched upon my shoulders
She hisses her whispers and chuckles her riddles
He spins wretched tales and false solutions
From the bottom of my belly, I can feel them closer

There’s this little evil gnawing on my back
She pushes abruptly, lifting limb after limb in hate
He thumps me into lunges, forcing the pieces to break
I think I’ve awakened them, as my very sanity seems to crack

There’s this little demon
This tiny, evil horn
Who roots itself
Within
Me

Monday, 3 March 2014

Why Should I Be Afraid?

Why Should I Be Afraid?
by Plaridel Batatan, Jr. 

I've spun a million tales
Of regrets and mistakes
They're not the tales I want to tell

I've sung a million songs
Of aches and breaks
They're not songs I'd like to sing

I've written a million letters
Of disappointments and failures
They're not letters I want to send

But then upon my brow, upon my heavy temple
A lingering thought, like a dancing whistle
Disrupts my daily sulking

Why should I be afraid?
Why should I hide?
Why should I whimper away?

If I confess in my bitter letters
The sweetness you bring in my life
Why should I be afraid to let you know?
 Is not the world shrouded with too much hate?

If I confess thru weeping songs
The joy and delight you bring to my mind
Why should I be afraid to let you hear them?
Is not the silence of the world today overwhelming?

If I confess while I spin twisted tales
The way you bring me to the straight and narrow
Why should I be afraid to let you see how I've changed?
Is not the indifference and constant conformity in the world tiresome?

Then again, I should be afraid

I should be afraid, because you don't know
I should be afraid, because you won't know
I should be afraid, because you'll never know

I am afraid because I can't let you know
I can't let you know because I'm afraid