Sudden Storm

I write more than I talk. ( I'm going through chemo and radiation while I write what you're about to read. My story is published at writingxwonders.wordpress.com. You can search the #personal tag on this blog to read about my cancer journey. )

[triciasarmiento]

The quiet girl with the devil's eyes

Dared me to jump

Then told me she's afraid of heights

--Tricia Sarmiento

[triciasarmiento]

Even the trees howl at the moon.

Marikina City, Philippines. January 2018.

[triciasarmiento]

Abandoned Street

Hold me close 

Tighten your grip

Let go of all

the illusions you keep.

Get us out of

The in-betweens 

Leave the shadows

For the light on my skin.

Give me a night 

That eclipses dreams 

I’ll stoke the fire

Until we’re both burning.

Grab your guitar

Play me a song 

Let the world know

How love turns to chaos.

Grab your guitar 

Play me a song 

Tell me we’re not 

down to our final notes.

Hold me close

Tighten your grip 

Come take me home

Down your abandoned street.

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Ashes fly within my hollowed chest. Ruins remain, all soot and decay. He was fire, the warmth of the living. Gave my heart to hands built to burn down cities.

Tricia Sarmiento

[triciasarmiento]

A neck without chains Breathing unrestrained To walk without shackles Beyond the iron gate.

Tricia Sarmiento, Emancipation

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When the air begins to burn your lungs Walking uknown paths Finding solace in a stranger’s hand I dance with the locust’s song and forget what it feels to be alone. Just for the night Just for tonight Etching into my mind Just how this feels this once upon a happy time.

Tricia Sarmiento

[triciasarmiento]

Based on "She is a girl who lives like a gentle sea who lives beneath a blooming black sky." Relating it to your bio, I feel like you are the girl and the sky is your cancer. You CAN be gentle and calm towards your cancer, but not always because the sea isn't always calm. And for the blooming black sky, your cancer saddens you but sometimes you don't let that bother you because the sky isn't always black. I love these comparisons. Are my interpretations correct? PS. Keep on keeping on!

On point! Thank you for this. And my apologies for the delayed reply. Life began again for me. I'm starting to rebuild my new normal. Overwhelming, but I'm definitely in a happier place. :)

[triciasarmiento]

Of all the fleeting stories summer has written, ours is my favorite. You were the cold breeze that kissed my sun-drenched skin, the gentle fall of raindrops after a long drought. You were the end I saw coming but never thought to stop.

Tricia Sarmiento, Summer

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With folded hands and bruised knees, I built cathedrals out these ruins.

Tricia Sarmiento (via triciasarmiento)

[triciasarmiento]

With folded hands and bruised knees, I built cathedrals out these ruins.

Tricia Sarmiento

[5000letters]

How do i write beautiful things like you? Im crying because ive spent my whole life wanting to be a writer but i don't think i could ever write as well as people like you

The problem is that you’re saying “like you” when you shouldn’t want to be writing like anyone else but yourself. You should be spending time developing and nurturing your own voice and taking just inspiration from people you admire.

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Relevant. Timely.

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You don’t know how much my hand hurts after writing your name over and over and over, waiting for it to lose its meaning, waiting for this blank page to absorb your memory– the way you made me laugh, the way I fell victim to the sound of your voice, and the way our goodbye felt more vivid than our hello.

Tricia Sarmiento (via triciasarmiento)

My favorite warrior gave me my first smile of the day, and I repay her by embarrassing her publicly.  LOL  Be well today little one.  <3

(via mikefrawley)

The definition of friendship, folks! HAHA :))

[triciasarmiento]

You don’t know how much my hand hurts after writing your name over and over and over, waiting for it to lose its meaning, waiting for this blank page to absorb your memory– the way you made me laugh, the way I fell victim to the sound of your voice, and the way our goodbye felt more vivid than our hello.

Tricia Sarmiento

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I wish I’m not missing you, but my clenched fists refuse to let your memory go, no matter how much it hurts, no matter how much it slices the lines on my palms that once led me to you. I know we’ll find each other again; the maps on our hands, forever intertwined. But for now, goodnight.

Tricia Sarmiento, Maps

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Your words are bullets Crosshairs on my chest Baby, there are no exit wounds. The poison stayed Your poison stays It’s running in my veins.

Tricia Sarmiento, Exit Wounds

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You and I, we try to fill the void left by someone else’s shape and make ourselves believe we fit in it. No, we’re not in love. Just two lonely people who met at the right time.

Tricia Sarmiento

[spaceexp]

What it would look like if the Orion Nebula was a distance of 4 light years away.

[sentimental-apathy]

duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude

[mommy4sissyslut]

Now I’m so pissed off that it isn’t