April Writing Prompt Challenge: Sacrifice

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Writing Prompt #18: Sacrifice

No blood, sweat, or tears for you my dear.
Let me be real clear.
You may call it stubborn and hellish,
I don’t apologize for being this selfish.
I know what I have to offer.
It’s not my fault you want to risk it all.
Don’t be mad that I love me enough to not let me fall
And to be at your beck and call.
Everything comes with a price,
But my piece of mind and time
Is something I’m not willing to sacrifice.

– Gianna Baldazo

April Writing Prompt Challenge: Home is…

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Writing Prompt #17: Home is…

Home is where your inner child runs to.
It’s old hobbies and moments of melancholy.
It’s when your five sense make sense of everything,
Allowing your inner child to sing.
Home is memories.
It’s feelings we’ve forgotten about.
It’s moments we’ve been craving and missing out on.
It’s things we never knew we needed.
Home is destiny.
It’s how things are supposed to be.
It’s beyond our own understanding.
Even when life is demanding…
Home is free.
It’s a place where I’m free to be me.

– Gianna Baldazo

April Writing Prompt Challenge: Window(s)

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Writing Prompt #16: Window(s)

A lot of people think they know me.
They don’t know what they’re talking about.
I barely know myself.
I build a wall.
It’s the only thing that makes me feel tall.
It’s the only way I keep from falling.
They see the wall but they forget about these windows.
No one has the patience to knock on the door of my heart.
And to forgive me when I’m too afraid to answer.
They forget about these windows.
They don’t care about these windows.
They see a wall, they want to tear it down.
I can see right through the bullshit.
If I entertain it, it’s only because I’m bored.
At the end of the day I close the blinds for two windows
Just to get away from it all,
But the third window is never blind.

– Gianna Baldazo

Marathon

I’m running my own race.
Taking my sweet time,
I grind at my own pace.
The only competition I see is me.
I’m the runner.
I’m the cheering crowd.
I’m the trainer.
I’m the winner.
I’m the #1 fan.
I went the distance.
I uplifted my spirit.
My train of thought can’t be stopped.
I’m on my way to the top.
I put in the work and gave myself the credit I deserve.
I never lose.
I only learn.
I stay hungry.
No one can tell me how to run my race.
As long as I’m working on being the best me possible,
As long as I don’t let my circumstances define me,
As long as I listen to my intuition,
I will always be in first place.

– Gianna Baldazo

Hear Me Out

They want to be seen.
I just want to be heard.
Be in awe of my words instead of my physique.
Admire the technique in which I speak.
Fall in love with my voice
And my word choice
And the message I bring.
Because when you hear me, you see me too.

– Gianna Baldazo

Good Morning Text Messages

I miss you.
I miss spending time with you,
Because when I spend time with you
It’s me spending time with myself.
I don’t need to be in the company of anyone else.
I guess I never really appreciated you before.
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen your bright, sunlight smile.
It’s been awhile since I’ve been eager
To feel the chill that you reveal.
I never thought I’d be a morning person.
Every break of dawn I was in the habit of breaking bad habits,
But lately every morning feels like I’m mourning something.
I’m not so quick to get out of bed anymore.
I don’t smile anymore.
I don’t laugh anymore.
I don’t talk anymore.
At least not with sincerity,
I get worried when even prayer and poetry no longer brings me an ounce of comfort or clarity.
There’s a lot of shit in my head that I don’t understand right now.
I’m asked to explain myself,
Please don’t get mad at me when I can’t.
I just want to be alone with you.

– Gianna Baldazo