A Poem Written By Beau Taplin Entitled, “Vacation”
A poem written by Beau Taplin entitled, “Vacation”
a.k.a. That’s literally the title, and the poem is in italic by the way
I need to move around a bit. To shuffle my surroundings.
The day it all sank in, I didn’t find myself on the kitchen floor. But I sat on a chair, crying my heart out to the extent that I wanted it to disappear; I didn’t want a broken heart. The sobs that came from my sour lips bounced to the walls and then to oblivion, as if they knew that they were useless anyway.
To wake up in cities I don’t know my way around and have conversations in languages I cannot entirely comprehend.
I didn’t know what to read from these unknown yearnings at around two in the morning, of sad movies or sad songs, or probably just sad love. Or at mid-afternoon, when I wake up wanting something I don’t even know. Or when it rains, trying to reach out my hands and feel the drops and feel, just feel.
There is always this tremendous longing in my heart to be lost,
But after then, I know. I want to be lost in a place unknown, but then find myself in the same location where I think I forgot my soul. I want to wake up and walk to a balcony to see a different set of lights and colors waving at me from the day before. I want my heart to ache with the sight of people falling in love and knowing that I wouldn’t encounter the same love story the next city I’m in. I want to feel the lack of a familiar emotion when I come home, but know someday, I’ll be able to really forget the emptiness in my chest and really come home.
to be someplace else, to be far far away from this.
But I know that with these obligations wrapping me on my neck and disabling me to breathe properly, I have no choice of running away to find out the bliss of going to different places and being held captive by their beauty. I know that being lost in a place where no one knows my name and how my heartstrings tangle each other up to form my lonely soul is better than being found in a place where everyone drags me around and force me to suppress my dreams to want myself and feel myself and love myself after I lose myself.
(eusie.)
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you should spread your smile on my neck, and eat me like i’m your favorite breakfast. then i'll bite the crumbs on your shoulder blades; baby, you're the sweetest dessert
on the table (eusie.)
Look and you'll see
a.k.a. I’ll try to write about you one more time ft. Love is…
Your eyes speak of daydreams turned into wishful thoughts that keep me awake at night; like perfectly made snowflakes that’ll tickle my nose as they fall, only they slip away from my skin. The way you breathe is like a memory I cannot remember to forget. And sometimes, I can’t believe myself, that I feel every move of the air surrounding you like how I feel your every existence — your presence within my radius. But know this: I’ll never get to see if your heart rages out of your ribcage as our eyes meet, or get to know if you deny the urge to create chaos inside your lungs once you realize I’m standing near you. Because I don’t know if I’m the only one who doesn’t try to ignore the cry of our souls, or maybe it’s really just me who feels like crying. You look like a falling star, only I’m the one who’s falling and I’m full of wishes about you. And know this: sometimes love is never having what you want like how I can’t have you. In the end, time is the only one I trust to blow me away from the havoc inside my head created by you.
(eusie.)
i wanna be the one who you think of when you look at the moon or the shadow that you miss at night can i be the story behind the pieces of crumpled paper on your bedroom floor? i wanna be the cold beer that kiss you every time you feel out of breath
an excerpt from a poem i wrote and deleted pt. 2 (eusie.)
HALYANG
Dear (z a),
Sometimes you remind me of eating sweet chocolates under a night full of stars near a breathtaking view of the sea with the wind flushing our cheeks red
Because I hope you’re like a movie where you’re a happy ending and a lovely soundtrack that’s like a lullaby
But you are cigarette ashes left unwanted near the window panes and an unheard song that will always be buried deep inside my head
Because you’re like an old piano playing sadly alone in a dark room a dangerous whirl of the wind as the light of day walks away
No, no, no this shouldn’t be like a love letter
Because that would mean kisses planted on pieces of paper hoping you’ll feel them under your fingertips or each letter and phrase etched like teardrops that won’t taste salty but bittersweet romance
No, no, no this shouldn’t be a love letter
Because you deserve more than that you deserve green lights on a busy day or full breakfast served on your bed and homemade cupcakes sweet as love you deserve sunrises and sunsets beautiful as you
Caught up like a fly on a spider web I now don’t know where this river of words lead to when all I want is to witness your glory and be a torch of hope to your seemingly never-ending dark roads
My friend,
When the night eats away your life I’ll breathe into you my soul when the day abandons you during your weakness even if I can’t, even if you don’t want me to I’ll shine on you
Yours sincerely,
(eusie.)
Here’s to someone, pt. 3
Dear (h n),
You should know by now that this is about you
But if you’re not in love with me too then I doubt that you do
There were no fireworks or violins playing beautifully the heaven didn’t open its gates and set out its angels to sing love songs
No when my eyes first landed on yours I got stranded on the crooked smile on your lips and on the calm sea surrounding you
I think that’s when I realize that I might end up sinking that I might end up drowning
And I didn’t know if I should be afraid
But this feeling this magical feeling each time I saw the sparkle in your eyes when I glanced at you
But this feeling
I knew it won’t run away from me but stay and hide in each of my veins and my heart will explode with this feeling of you with this feeling of wanting you
I knew I knew I would fall for you
The second time my eyes landed on you the crooked smile was back but the calm sea was now a storm
And I was already sinking
And and and then
You said my name
I think that’s when I realize that I might end up drowning next
And I still didn’t know if I should be afraid
But this feeling this magical feeling was still there each time I saw the sparkle in your eyes when I glanced at you and as if you stitched my soul my heart craved and craved for your attention and for you to say my name again
But this feeling
I knew it won’t run away from me and my heart will explode from every word escaping your lips each time you speak to me with every hair on my skin you lit up each time you smile at me my heart will definitely explode with this feeling of you with this feeling of wanting you more
I knew I knew I was falling for you
The third time my eyes landed on you
I, I, I
I think I was already crazy but there were fireworks there were violins playing on the background and the heaven opened its gates to let the angels sing their love songs
And with the clouds smiling at me and the wind whispering a happy melody
I got stranded I sank
And I definitely was drowning and already falling
And I wasn’t afraid
Because this feeling this magical feeling did not run away from me and my heart will continue to explode with this feeling of you with this feeling of wanting you endlessly
I love you I love you I’m in love with you
And you should know by now that this is about you
But if you’re not in love with me too then I doubt that you do
Yours sincerely,
(eusie.)
MATUTULOG NA AKO TAPOS PAPAIYAKIN MO AKO. WAG GANITO BES. MAMAMAGA MATA KO. ABA. SUSME. MAGSUSUOT AKO NG SHADES BUKAS NITO. PERO SALAMAT KULOT. LECHE KA. DI NA AKO NAG ENGLISH
PERO KAYA PALA DI KA MAN LANG MAGREPLY SA MGA MESSAGES KO. KALOKA
SAKA AYOS LANG YAN, NAIINTINDIHAN KO (the books part). ALSO, ANG GANDA AT ANG GALING BES. SHET. LOVE YOU XX
PS SIGE. PAGBIBIGYAN KITA NA MAGANDA KA. LOL. MAGANDA KA NAMAN. IN YOUR OWN WAY, PERO BES BALANG ARAW, MAY MAMAMANGHA SA KAGANDAHAN MO. PROMISE YAN
A promise
She smiles.
Time itself stops.
She feels like a good music.
A song in the wind.
A good song different (in) every single phrase.
Happy 21st birthday, you, mother of three dragons. HA! I just want to say that this is my first black-out poetry and it is about you (and you should be thankful). This is my way of telling you, I am lucky to be your friend and I am thankful that I am beautiful. oops! hahaha What I’m trying to say is, Happy birthday to you, my friend. I will always be here, Raphabelle (@thsdfnngslnc ).
Love, Khayonardo :)
PS. to answer your unasked questions, Yes, this is my book (from Every Day by David Levithan page 11), and yes, this edited. I love you but I love my books, too. I know you understand that. HAHAHAHAHA
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