The Voices Inside My Head – Why I Write

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“I write because…..”

Before I finish that, I have just reached 350 visitors today (Yeyyy!) and therefore, I’d like to take this moment to thank everyone who viewed this blog and to my regular readers.  Now that I got that out, allow me to  say why I’m writing this post.

Most of us who write have reasons as to why we do so. Everytime I visit a blog and read an article, I appreciate its beauty and then I wonder “Why does he/she write?”. So for my readers who are probably asking the same question, this is for you. (or for those who have never read my work, maybe this will convince you to read my pieces.)

To those who have already read a few of my works here, you have probably observed that though not all, most of what I write are dark in nature. I’ve written pieces about death/suicide (A Date with the Dead), failure (Nine Lives), unrequited love (Hopeless, Not Romantic), daily stress and woes (The Breakfast Drama), vices and bad habits (Stories Behind Bad Habits), disdain towards someone (Full Moon Blues), dangers of “being yourself” (Dangerous Business) and even isolation and introvertion (Isolation Nation), etc.

And so, let me continue the first sentence I was about to write.

I write because there are voices in my head. No, I’m not literally demented, as what my username might suggest. The voices I’m referring to are the ideas swirling inside my mind. These voices dictate every word that I type, every sentence, every stanza, every rhyme.

These voices didn’t just exist out of nowhere. They were born after every crucial life event. After I grieved, after I had my heartbreaks, after I had my failures, but also after every lesson I’ve learned. Nevertheless, as explained in my first post (Step Inside My Mind), the things I write aren’t entirely about me. Therefore, the voices in my head aren’t all just mine. Some of them are from my friends, some of them from my family members, some of them from people online just like you. Their life experiences inspire me to write. When I talk to people heart-to-heart, I realize how similar we are in some ways and that we are all going through our own battles.

So while some poets get ideas from staring at the sun, roaming around the city and smelling the sea breeze. (Don’t get me wrong, that’s really great too and I also do that sometimes, but mostly) I get ideas and inspiration from people.

So I write not because I want to be famous. Not because I want fortune or any material thing. I write because the voices in my head are telling me to reach out. I write because they tell me that there may be others who are experiencing hardships and battles similar to mine and to the people I’ve talked to. I write so that when they read my works, they won’t feel so alone. I believe that it’s probably my Purpose. I carried on, people I knew carried on, and therefore, they can too.

That’s probably the most cliche thing you’ve read all day, right? Haha. But that’s all true, and I don’t know any other way to say it. So, do expect more works to come from me. I will keep writing for as long as I can.

So, how about you? How are you doing with your life? Have you fought unimaginable battles too? Don’t be afraid. Reach out. Talk to someone. (You can always talk to me, just see my Contact page) Or better yet, write your own blog. You can paste your link in my comment section and I will find time to read your works. I promise.

Anything will do, just follow the voices inside of you.

So, what are the voices inside your head telling you?

 

 

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Rain on My Parade – The Start of Pluvial Season

May 30, 2016 – Summer is finally dismantling itself and it’s rainy season again here in the Philippines. Droplets of water are starting to drip from the sky like gift from gods. Pluviophiles will rejoice. Little children who wants to play under the sun would have to wait a while. Sun-tanned skin will be out of style. Beach-goers would be minimized and ahhh.. it’s the perfect time to start brewing some hot cup of chocolate, coffee or tea; whichever you prefer.

Another perfect thing to do is listening to songs that fit the gloomy mood that rain brings. As a pluviophile myself, I could say it’s a different definition of gloom. It’s the beautiful kind. The kind in which you feel as if the earth is in a semi-sad state, yet you understand it completely. It’s not entirely lonely but “peaceful”. Calm. Serene.

When the cold breeze kisses your skin, your insides shiver. You tear up a little, but it also gives you peace. Well, whatever. I’m just exaggerating for poetry’s sake. lol. It’s unexplainable, really. Nevertheless, it’s the perfect mood for me.

Like I said, it’s the perfect time to listen to calm or gloomy songs, and the top artist on my rainy season playlist is non other than the rock band from Florida: “Mayday Parade”.

I’m not totally sure why, but it seems the emotions in their songs are amplified when it’s raining and it’s just damn near perfect when I plug in the earphones, sip my cup of coffee and smell the rainy breeze around me. I feel as if I’m serenaded by angels namely Derek Sanders and Jason Lancaster (former member). Songs from their album “A Lesson In Romantics” are my personal favorites.

So yes, that’s the rain on my parade. my Mayday Parade. 😂

Other artists I heavily listen to when it’s raining would be Tame Impala, STRFKR, You Me At Six, Being As An Ocean, Turnover, Balance and Composure and a whole lot more. It’s quite diverse actually. A blend of soothing, psychedelic indie music and a touch of emotional rock to poetic hardcore sounds.

How about you? What songs or artists do you listen to when it’s raining? Speak your mind and comment down below.

Have a great day and I hope you enjoy your weather wherever you are. 🙂

The Allure of Haiku

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April 14, 2016 – It’s summer here in the Philippines. Like most summers in my life, this summer is a bummer (I have a new poem coming up with this title). I’m about to take summer classes and I’m not a studious person. So I rarely have anything to do during brief vacant times. So I search the App Store for fun apps to kill my time and alas! I found this awesome app “HaikuJAM!” (Yes, free advertisement for you here. Not much traffic yet though, so thank me later.)

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HaikuJAM is a social poetry experience, inspired by the Ancient Japanese art of Haiku. Connect with three people, anywhere in the world and write poetry or create photo haiku together.

The best thing about this app is that it is collaborative(or sometimes worst thing, especially when they’re dumb), which means that you will be connected to 2 other poets randomly and you will each contribute one line to complete a Haiku. They call each session a JAM. (For more info, check out their app page or download the damn app.)

Now the description didn’t clearly state what a Haiku is and so I thought it merely meant “poem” in Japanese. So during my first JAMs, I’ve always tried to make my line rhyme with the others, until a japanese lady (who probably stalked me a lot for her to notice) that I was trying too hard to make my lines rhyme and told me it’s good but unnecessary. (Arigato for not being condescending japanese lady. Sayonara!)

So I did a bit of research on what a Haiku is (actually just googled then read wikipedia’s page), and so I found out that it usually doesn’t rhyme and originally has a 5-7-5 format. Meaning, 5 syllables on the first and third line while 7 on the middle. The HaikuJAM app however, allows you to write 5-7-5 words instead, regardless of syllables. Traditionally, the topics for haikus usually involves nature but modern day haikus are now tackling any topic under the sun. (Figuratively. Yes, you can write about outer space.)

I continued using the app today and it took most of my time. As I kept JAMing out, I slowly but surely fell in love with haiku. The right word to describe it would be “alluring”. I’m not exactly sure about the reason why. Perhaps, the limited amount of words you can use adds to that sense of mystery. People have to be very brief with what they type, so you’ll never know if there’s something more they could’ve written on a normal poem. No, that’s not it. I think what attracts me the most is its simplicity. It’s so simple yet so beautiful. It’s like a bubble, or chocolate, or a pony. (What the heck am I saying?) Furthermore, I think it also tests one’s poetry skills, for I believe it takes a great poet to effectively reach out despite limited amount of words/syllables.

Oh wait, I think the best thing about it is it’s short and it really works for a lazy writer like me. Yes, that’s probably it. Haha. Kidding.

Anyways, it’s really fun and beautiful but don’t just take my word for it, try it yourself. I’ll post some of my own haikus here anytime soon. Feel free to send me your works as well. I would greatly appreciate it! (If it’s worth appreciating, that is!)

Kurt Cobain – Smells Like 22 Years Ago

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This is personal. This is a dedication.

April 5, 2016 – Today, the shot heard around the world turns 22, that’s almost as old as I am. The bullet has probably rusted. The brain and blood already cleaned up. The body already rotten. But the legend still lives.

Kurt Cobain is probably one of the most significant figure in my youth. Although he died before I was even born, his music through Nirvana has influenced and affected me in a lot of ways: my overall taste in music, my art and my way of thinking to name a few.

My parents has always hated my fondness for him from the start. They see him as a bad example. A rebel. A deviant. A drug addict. Everything they don’t want me to be. But they failed to stop me. (After all, they never felt like parents to me to begin with.) I still filled my room with Nirvana posters (along with other rock and metal bands that I look up to), for I’m sure my parents was looking at the wrong side of the picture.

It’s ironic how a man who took his own life, helped me to save mine but that is absolutely the case with me. He is kinda like the Jesus of music. Perhaps he killed himself so we don’t have to. I would like to believe so. He spilled his mind (yes, it’s a pun, sorry had to!) and guts so that we may never feel alone. Sounds like a stupid cliche, but that’s true. I’m pretty sure a lot of us went through the tragedies he’s been to, or at least I’m sure I have.

You see my life is a tragedy as well. It still is and I’m still figuring out how to get out of it. That is why I felt like it is significant for me to post a quote that has a lot of value to me nowadays. “Thank you for the tragedy, I need it for my art”. Being dubbed as the voice of a generation, he did say a lot of sensible things, but this stood out for me the most. As an aspiring musician and writer, I believe the tragedies I’ve been through and currently undergoing are the fuel that lights my fire. My mind would probably be bland and ordinary without all this. So If I get the chance, I would like to say the same line to everyone or everything that contributed to my misery.

22 years has passed when he went out with a bang! (literally) and the gunshot still ripples through time and space. His music still plays like it was written yesterday. Kurt lived like a legend. Yes, it was sad that he went out with a tragedy. Nevertheless, I have to say “Thank you for the tragedy Kurt, I need it for my art.”