My mind has sunk high up into the flurry of life

stifled by trifle yet not-so-trifle things

being an adult is like a

cake without sugar

all empty pomp and circumstance

sweet-looking without the reward

but it’s just the emotions

mixing up a chemical storm in my brain

right?

help me From myself

But who cares?

we're all numbed by life

life has killed Life

Good day, Good night,

good Bye

Outdoors

Grass

Side by side

Laying down

Gentle night sounds

envelope

the Two of us

intoxicating us with

white noise thoughts

I see sparkling

glittering

beautiful twinkling

pools of endlessness

as he looks into my irises

tiny electrifying sparks

tickle my spine while

shy fireworks

scald my cheeks an alarming

soft pink hue

Stars

circling thousands of kilometres away

Stars

blinding my logic

Stars

looking through my eyes deep down into my heart

Drowning in a still whirlpool of stars

Is an exhilarating peacefulness

@Famewriter

시나브로 Little by little

나도 모르게 Without my knowing

내 마음 속에 Inside me

자리를 잡고 있더라고 You've taken place

너랑 있으면 편하면서도 With you it's comfortable

설레이고 And heart-racing

친근하면서도 Familiar

새로워 And new

떨린단 말이야 It's thrilling. I'm nervous.

내가 널 좋아하게 될 줄은 몰랐어

넌 웃는게 참 예쁘더라

목소리도 참 좋더라

그냥 좋더라

그냥 네가 좋아

좋아해

It started from the moment she

readjusted her position to be

more comfortable

barely leaning her head on his shoulder

Then

His arm around her shoulders

Fingers gingerly tracing her delicate shoulders

She smiled into his beating heart

Warmth

Her lovely black hair tickled his nose

Nervous giggling

repositioned her head which brought her forehead

Dangerously close to his beautifully rough chin

Her small arms barely enveloping his chest

Tentatively reaching for the back of his neck

As his fingers traced down the length of her torso

Kindling tiny tremorous intakes of breath

He was

Ever so tender; ever so reverent

Then -

She looked up at him

Caressing his face

Gently pressed her lips onto his cheek

On a shy, courageous impulse

Her head ringing with the quickened pulse of his heart

As he turned his body

Brought his face closer

Oh

She was surprised

At the overeager entrance of an early intruder

When she had barely even properly greeted his soft lips

Confused, she tried to greet them again

But unlike the heedful fingers

It was inexpertly hasty

Rushed - almost forced.

She pulled away, feeling

delightfully distraught

distastefully divine

However

It had made him - who was unattainable, too incandescent -

Human

Just like her

She smiled

It was her first kiss...

...A delicious disaster

Was it her fault that... no it wasn't falling in love - that was too typical. And he was far from typical. He made her realise that her previous attractions were only sleazy, lazy guys that hoodwinked naive girls like herself with sweetly guised words and smirks. He was brilliantly genius and unconventionally attractive. With him she felt like a bird released into the cool, tranquil dusk at the end of a strenuous day. Initially.

It was at a particular art exhibition that she met him. Or he discovered her. As fate would have it (and she knowingly contradicted herself by saying she believed in fate, but also believed she could choose her fate), he was standing behind her in line to pay the admission fee. She had absent-mindedly scanned him and something about his easy stance and self-assured expression had repelled her - she doubted he would give her a second look. On the other hand, he had misjudged her physical features to think she could not speak English well. However this misjudgement only heightened his fascination of her as her uniquely sweet voice and mature accent enraptured him as she seemed to flutter her arms and chirp excitedly as a friend approached. It was something about her unassuming presence, along with her shy appearance barely containing the life inside of her that interested him.

But he was a coward and couldn't muster himself to speak to her. Therefore it was to his pleasant shock to walk in on her by herself in a small, curtained-off alcove.

Looking up from the abstract sculpture, she smiled nervously. He immediately rocketed off with cascading stories to tell, and although she was flattered by his attention, his almost arrogant nature stiffened her smile. Then she was vaguely surprised as he asked for her number. After that, tiny fireworks seemed to ricochet off each other's minds through texts.

She couldn't see him for over a month because she was busy. But he waited, and eventually asked her to be his girl - despite the fact that she would be leaving the country in two months. She was pleasantly flattered by his attention, but it all seemed a little rushed and her carefully guarded heart failed to block out her observations of their differences. Yes, they were both intelligent and could easily understand and explain each other's thoughts. However, she doubted he would invest much time and effort to keep her for a long time.

He was truly beautiful in every sense - but maybe that's why she was afraid. It was like flying through dusk - pleasant and sweet, but to continue flying into it meant having to fly into the night. She would be digested in its dazzling darkness. If she continued to let herself fall into this unknown darkness, she would recklessly fly into all sorts of boundaries and mechanisms that kept her safe and sane. And these jagged glass tunnels of darkness would indelibly rip her innocence and dignity.

She just felt too deeply. She could feel herself falling too deeply into him, at the same time she was barricading herself from him. It was like building a moat full of crocodiles around a sinking island: pointless, and ready to come back and nip the back of your heel. But she would still do it nonetheless.

Falling in love with him was like flying into glass windows and exploding.

To like him, she had to let go of herself. But to fly through complete darkness was inexplicably self-demolishing.

That was just her. When she flew, she flew with all her might and passion and self - she could not control her omnipotent emotions.

It was a sweet curse to blindly fly so deep into the night. And it killed her.

#challenge: What if... birds blew up when they hit windows?

Some are painted as a clear reflection of reality, where smiles are smiles and blood is blood. Straightforward and transparent.

Some are more abstract, where reality is bent into unconventional shapes. The more you look into it, the more complex it becomes as hidden meanings and stories start to unfold.

Some retell events of joy and pain which lie dead in history books; these paintings of words bring them back to life.

Some are depictions of still life, seemingly simple, but evermore intriguing just because it seems so simple.

Some are dainty and quaint for the children, pleasant and catchy.

Some are indecipherable, even messy, but it is alive with raw emotions.

All of these paintings are of our lives. Although different people like different paintings, we all love these paintings of words.

Painted with language of emotions. 

Too sweet to be uttered plainly.

A h... poe R T y

Gasp!

Oh wait... I have no breaths left to breathe

Breaths that would have wasted the oxygen of the earth 

Because of a costly, useless existence of mine

Essential being?

I smile. 

I wished to end this life

Because I came to believe that my being is inessential

But... what if?

What if there is more to this

Than parting with the wretched world

That gored me with its rules?

What if

I do mean something

Because at least I'd be some thing

Acknowledged. Nodded to.

I don't know....

.

... do you?

But it's too late.

Man                Woman                  Infant                I  

Street               Road                      Trash                Car

Fat                   Blind                     Lost                  Contained

Fell                  Ignored                  Stared               Sat            

On Street         At Road                 Among trash     In Car

Man fell           Woman ignored     Infant stared      I sat

Fat                   Blind                      Lost                 Contained

Fell                  Ignored                  Stared               Sat

No one            No one                   No one             I am

no one no one RED LIGHT no one GREEN LIGHT no one STOP SIGN no one no one no one TURN LEFT no one TURN RIGHT no one no one no one SPEED BUMP no one no one UPHILL no one no one no one DOWNHILL no one no one no one

I am

That person's eyes scalds my soul,

Boils all pretenses down to the core.

My pithiest thoughts never scorned in light

Are dissected by that person's mind by night

She knows what I fear.

She knows what I love.

Like a shadow, she is conscious of my every thought, word, and deed.

She loves me!

No... she hates me...

Alas! She cries,

And so do I

As the chilled glass steams from her scorching tears

As our identical fingers touch

At the intersection of our worlds:

my bedroom mirror

we loved to eat out at bob's diner and blow bubbles through our milkshakes. see who could draw out the longest cheesy strings from our cheeseburgers. she wore waterfall-like bohemian skirts that swished around, barely brushing against her legs which were always in flight. we often went deep into the woods, having picnics while the river ran on hesitatingly, envious of our open palace of strewn wild flowers, sticky peanut butter sandwiches and crumpled paper cups of lemonade. her voice ran faster than the river, each syllable excited and hyper to be heard. she was my greatest friend. our tears ran down the other's face, entangled in hugs and worries and secrets and jokes that were known only to us. 

It all went Wrong when He came.

She whispered to me that He was The One. I was happy for her, like best friends would be, but one look at his heavily inked skin barely covering scars, and his smokey-alcohol-laced-breath uttered with a rough 'hey' froze my smile.

Appearances don't matter, she told me. He's too good for me. I can't believe my luck.

And so, she told me repeatedly that appearance don't matter. Her once free legs were now openly enslaved to tight-fitting dresses barely covering her torso. her grass green eyes were ringed with violent shades of violet - a little accident, she sighed. My silly mistake.

she was always late to our diner lunches, my cheeseburger remained well-mannered with the cheese safely bitten by my stiff jaws. 

she apologized, said she's never been happier, hoped i could understand

and then one night she escaped

to ask me for help

i was ready to protect her from Him and stop this nonsense altogether

i thought she would tell me that it's all over and that she would come back

but after she said her words i cried alone

I'm such a terrible person. a little misunderstanding, she said. please help me explain to him. I've been bad to him, I do try hard but I make mistakes sometimes, see? Just please help me explain to him. He's a bit hard but he really does love me. It's just that I'm... I'm really sorry

and she bawled

and then she stopped and stared at me

and then she stopped talking to me.

Because I told her that he was not good for her.

a month later a person with her name came to me again

Her once fluttery syllables were now laced with cutting remarks stained with curses. 

her honey hair bleached with alcohol and who-knows-what-they-give-out-in-clubs

her eyes once an open book to her soul, were now barred doors with spears tearing my own soul in shreds

i dont know who she is anymore

her wasted body stands in front of me now

shrieking at me to give her all i have in my bank account

her vocal cords are torn and tattered, tearing at my own heart strings

her hands holding a black gun, the mouth is so black and seems to suck me in

the person with her name is standing right in front of me

but where is she?

i dont know where she is

who this horrid ghost of the sweetest friend i had is

i dread to figure out

she's gone

i cry

my

tears

are

mine

alone

on the carpet

soon

followed

by

an

explosion

of

scarlet

..

paint

.