Words Unspoken

Drowning 

written by: Jesson Rata

Gasping for air. . . you strain your neck; stretching..you look around, checking.

Struggling to keep the pace. . . you're movements, fluctuating; you panic, you try floating.

Screaming for help. . .  no one is around, you wish for a miracle; you're wheezing, yelp not helping.

Giving, no one is reaching. . . the waves starting to bring you down; you fight, your Will diminishing.

Vanishing. . . your light dimming; They look from afar, will they notice you're drowning?

Words Unspoken

Eventually

written by: Jesson Rata

Today is earlier than usual. 

It's not like any other days,

it's becoming a ritual.

Tasks at hand were once confusing; 

like riding the waves slowly, you're cautious to not make mistakes,

yet, you were falling. 

Eventually the ride gets easy.

Even when the water is raging,

you continue believing--

moving is breezy.

Relax your mind and your body will follow.

Allow your soul to take over,

release all the sorrow--

soak in all the positivity,

spirits, swallow. 

When things get crazy,

your vision gets hazy.

Just close your eyes, imagine a world where there are skies--

of no lies.

Where the ground is stable;

not shaken by any label.

Now open your eyes;

Do you see a world of disguise?

Capture that vision, now your realize.

The politics, views, the price of arguing--

the war, hunger, win a prize of suffering. 

Today is still early.

It's never too late.

When are you going to make a change?

Start by breathing, speaking--

let your message reverberate. 

You're getting used to the ride.

You're moving steadily--cruising. 

Skipping your steps, you don't mind bruising. 

Your journey extends through space--traversing. 

Eventually the ride gets easy.
Even when the water is raging,
you continue believing--
moving is breezy.
Relax your mind and your body will follow.
Allow your soul to take over,
release all the sorrow--
soak in all the positivity,
spirits, swallow.

Words Unspoken

Infatuation 

written by: Jesson Rata 

I thought it was just a fling. 

I thought it didn't mean a thing.

You keep running in my head,

Even when I go to bed.

Moments of your touch, 

Still lingers,

I feel it's too much.

Why do I keep those memories--

When I'm not sure how to feel--

Is  what I'm feeling real? 

I don't know which feeling to connect.

If you're sending mix signals,

I don't want to link what I'm feeling,

And later, reject, I recollect. 

It doesn't take a lot of time--

For me to forget.

One moment I'm focused,

the other, distracted. 

Are you just a distraction?

Do I feel the attraction? 

Electrified when you look, 

It's an awkward reaction.

Do you understand what I'm going through--

Even in just the tiniest fraction? 

These questions are not rhetorical,

I'm sure it's all metaphorical.

I choose to stay oblivious--

To your hints,

Your actions I ignore,

Like a blank piece of paper with no prints. 

Perhaps the next time I see you,

Please make sure to be clear.

I don't want to keep playing games with you,

Just be yourself with no fear.

No need to impress,

I only ask for you--to express.

And don't worry, I'll do the same.

I'm tired of feeling this way, 

It's lame!

Words Unspoken

The Search

written by: Jesson Rata 

I was once a stranger to you.

The first day we met, 

All I could think about were ways to remember 

Your face, your name. 

I listen to the way you talk;

The sound once foreign,

Now I'm beginning to unblock.

You left unnoticed--

I don't know where you are.

I'm struggling to figure out

The Things you left undone. 

You comeback only to find I'm gone. 

We search to find each other,

Not knowing where to look.

Believing that fate will bring us back together.

We hope to follow the trails,

we leave in the pages of our journey book. 

You're somewhere over the other end of the road.

Will I ever find you?

The frustration and worries, 

I'm beginning to unload. 

Drifting by, I'm starting to see--

The end, it seems where there's no you and me. 

Strangers, once again, we are. 

We were close, now we're far. 

I hope to meet you again someday.

I'm keeping the faith; I pray. 

Go On.

Second-Guessing

written by: Jesson Rata

Minutes have passed. You look at it again.

You scratch your head. You twirl your hair. You twist your brain, you refrain. 

You think you know it. You think you're sure. 

You erase the previous mark, you're mind's a blur. 

You're digging deep, down to the dark well. 

You wish to see the light, you still dwell. 

You look around, stare at nothing, 

You look down, hoping to come up with something. 

You went with It. 

Oh hell with It. 

You scramble, you mumble. 

You dabble, you fumble.

You're tired. You're drained. 

You're pulling the last straw, one short end remained. 

You finally gave in, you're done messing;

You stop attempting, you're done second-guessing. 

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October 30, 1966

My Gift

written by: Jesson Rata

It turns out, I'm still a little kid.
The little kid who cries.
The little kid who's afraid.
The little kid who clings on to mom.
The little kid who falls every time he runs.
The little kid who gets bruises, wounds, scars--- patching band aids over it.

Now I understand.
I understand why She would leave me, while dropping my siblings off to school
She didn't have enough.
She would come back and bring Champorado. Spaghetti when she has enough.
She would help me dress for school: putting socks over my feet, fix my imperfect uniform, give me kisses for luck.
At times, I would cry when she drops me off.
At times, I would cry with them, every time their parents drop them off.
Most of the time, I would be very happy to see her there, standing, waiting for me.
She would carry me when I didn't have the energy.
She would carry me whenever I'm sick.
She would carry me to show affection.

She didn't have enough.
She works hard every day.
She works hard to keep the house clean.
She works hard to keep the fridge full.
She prays hard to survive.
She prays hard for guidance.
She prays hard for strength.
She raised us with her own bare hands.
She was our father.
She is my Mom.