Category Archives: Life

Horizon

There’s something

you still need to brush

with your palms, fingers,

every sense of touch.

 

Because you did not swim far enough,

for you, I will swim

to reach

what you did not.

 

Every ocean’s distance

I will shorten for you,

in my small pocket

is a hole to look through.

 

The view from a ledge

impatiently consumed,

to see, this time

the horizon reaching for you.

 

 

For he who wanted to touch the horizon

-Diana Tan Domantay 04/19/2012

Sent

I sent you words

that left my door

open to you

 

They were not easy

but they were

 

Forward,

honest,

and sincere

 

And they carried

all of my vulnerability

beneath

their ink

 

They laid

dried upon

one sheet of paper

 

That I folded into

a crisp, white

envelope

 

Which is no longer in my sight

 

But will soon be

in your possession

 

For the same mysterious one

-Diana Tan Domantay 04/06/2012

The Code

I cannot seem

to break it

 

In the way

 

You think I know how

 

I can offer

only guesses

 

That result

from no longer

knowing you

at all

 

My speculations

are those of

 

A stranger

 

Whose ability to decipher

is laughable

 

And solely serves

as a prolonging

 

Of my hope

to be allowed

to know

 

 

For the mysterious one

-Diana Tan Domantay 04/06/2012

 

Lines

I often wish

that lines

could blur

 

Or sometimes

not exist

at all

 

If only to allow

the idea of

perfection

 

To unravel itself

enough

to admit

 

What it looks like

on days

when

 

The only thing

I really need

to see

 

Is the honesty

of a dirty face

 

And the foolishness

of  my own questions

 

 

-Diana Tan Domantay 04/08/2012

 

 

Willowy

October 2007

I was losing myself

 

But only

parts of myself

that I believed

I did not require

 

I was losing the proof

of what I wanted

to no longer want

 

Mostly without knowing

 

And without feeling

any of its progress

change me

 

I was still shaped by

who I thought I was

 

But for some reason believed I could even escape that

 

If I let enough go

 

And became

 

willowy

 

-Diana Tan Domantay 03/29/2012

When I Was Called A Child

 

When I was called a child

I had certain parts of the person I am now

 

On sunny afternoons when school was out

I would lie on the couch underneath the window

 

Look out

and imagine all that I could do

 

Everything I would try to be

 

I would be spectacular

I didn’t believe in failure

or maybe I just did not know of it yet

 

When I was called a child

Say age 10

I lived in a home that defined “home”

 

I was surrounded by family and animals

My parents were there

 

I had both of them

 

In a house with not enough bedrooms for me and my 7 siblings

yet we lived in every inch of that house

 

Whenever I imagined the future

it was in that same house

with all of my family and the animals I kept as pets

 

And I always had both of my parents

 

We were all beings that never aged

but could if we wanted to

 

We could each decide the changes that occurred in our lives

 

And in my imagination

when I was called a child

 

I knew more and more of a happiness

and of a meaning to life

That maybe I just did not know of yet

 

But had already decided on

 

-Diana Tan Domantay 03/19/2012

 

I Used To

Something is happening to me. Internally, there is this change deepening.

I used to get sad a lot, unbearably sad. I used to cry a lot about the temporariness of life and of all of the things associated with life. I used to ponder over how fast everything moved and believed everything was fleeting. I would shed tears as if everything would change its mind and stay around forever instead (if it pitied me enough). I could only write to sort it all out. I could only write to speak to it.

I wanted to know the truth from every person I met. Thanks to my eagerness, I met many people. Luckily, most people were happy to share themselves and I received some rare, beautiful glimpses of the truth I had set out to understand. I miss those people. It’s not that they are gone. I just miss people and the moments I spend with them, though I no longer cry about this.

I used to desperately need people to love. I needed them to love more than I needed myself.

I used to spend my most favorite waking hours lost within this great appreciation of love for another and another. The more I felt, meant the more I was fulfilled. I realize now my own ability to love without details was a great force. But now, even more importantly, I realize how even greater those details can be. Still, I live and learn and love again as those things tend to happen.

I look back now and laugh at some of the ridiculousness of my own thinking. It’s true, I swooned only after finding out the best in another and another. but the longer and stronger I cared for populations beyond myself, suddenly I was the one who was empty. How did overpracticing an act that had always filled me up become what could conquer me?  I guess it was a slow becoming. Now I am finding acts to heal me, repair me to a new, better state of being.

Though through it all, I remember the times in which I would be the sole admirer of the best in another. I used to stubbornly defend what I knew to be true. I couldn’t help it. I had convinced myself. Strangely, those would be the times when I felt the least alone. Deep down I think that’s what I’ve always wanted the most.

It’s funny how your own certainty can make such pleasant company.

-Diana Tan Domantay 03/15/2012