Pattern without rhyme: A not-so-free verse
I can feel myself
Slowly slipping away from me
Forgetting the things that I used to love
The reasons to live
The reasons to die
So I'm stuck mere existence
Just floating around like—not a ghost—
Nothing I can think of that is neither here nor there
I do the same things over and over
Day after day
Watching the clock
Knowing the feeling of two hours
Exactly how long a minute actually is
Because I watch the time so much now
Do you know the feeling? Of time passing? I feel it
It breathes down my neck
With no boom
It's like I feel my soul flickering
Like a candle in the wind
My will fading
Like paint on aged wall
Blotched ink on faded paper
I don't wake up with excitement
I don't look forward to the day any longer
I teach the kids, exercise, drink a lot of water
I do only things that are good for me now
Do you know the feeling? When the thrill of doing something you shouldn't do leaves you? I know it
It's what makes life worth living you know
Doing things you shouldn't do
Enjoying the thrill of defying something, someone, yourself, society
No matter how little you do defy
And when that's gone, what is left?
I can feel the hollowness in my being
A silence where my curiosity used to be
I do things
But I put them off for much longer
There's a pattern
But there's no rhyme
I'm starting to feel like the poems I write
Do you know the feeling?
I’m over being serious... clearly
I am not sure if this is in Comedy because there are 218 entries and counting, to win $3 in 11 years and some have clearly been waiting longer than that. Talk about long term investments but without any gains. Actually more like a piggy bank that may or may not belong to you, depending on time, chance or circumstance.
Or if it is because of the title of the challenge, which, because of the prize and time frame of the challenge, already makes us all very unserious.
Or if it is because A is clearly a Prose Gold user exercising his full rights by creating such a challenge. And which reminds me so much of Tumblr Blaze, if you know what I'm talking about.
Or if it is because there is a high probability the winner could be sick or dead and $3 will either not matter or A would get to keep his $3, except he won't because it would be in a dead person's wallet.
Or if it is because said winner could be me.
BONUS: Or if it's because this challenge is either democracy, in which case we will know the winner in 2033, on the very last day of the challenge.
Or monarchy in which case, A gets to go through 218 entries and counting, in which case, the result will most likely be biased or limited to what A can remember of this many entries. Or in which case, we never find out the winner, because a number of things could happen to A in 11 years including death (which A is forced not to take offense to no matter how young or reluctant to die he is, considering the title of this challenge and the portal in which it was posted).
Everyone needs a little bit of falsehood once in a while, it’s what makes the world go round. Not money, not love. Lies.
Lift your head to the skies, oh dear
There was something beautiful in it
When a drop of rain hit
Fell on you, oh dear
Out of nowhere
And you lifted your head
Up to the skies
Twisted and turned your neck,
Where your eyes lead
As if you could find precisely
Where the sky had opened up
And leaked such a tiny needle of water
From that expanse of depth and blue and matter
Something beautiful in it dear
If only I could find it
And put it
If only I could find you
And bring you back into this world
Where you can once again lift your eyes
To the sky
And search this expanse of depth, blue and matter
The scent of rain
Reminds me of sand
And calm, peace
and a deep breath
Doing nothing, relaxed
Winter, closed eyes
A hot nice meal, a cold drink in the summer
The simple things, simple plain words
The right now
Indescribable feelings that are somehow just right
And simple in their 'indescribability'
Everything plain and uncomplicated
It is what it is
Showing just how little humans
And just how okay it is
That humans really know
It shouldn’t make sense
When I close my eyes,
I breathe better
'cause I see nothing
So nothing matters
When I close my eyes
I breathe deeper
'cause I hear everything
So everything hits softer
When I close my eyes
I breathe easier
'cause I feel one thing
So one thing kisses harder
When I close my eyes
I breathe lighter
'cause I feel something
So something burns brighter
And I take flight.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Silence. Silence.
Life's short. So why do I think this tonight,
tomorrow I wake and waste it?
Out of context
Ok, I read the other entries and I know I'm probably supposed to take this seriously, but as I write now, I don't think I'm going to do that.
So first, I've never read Hamlet and will most definitely never will (I'm not close minded, I just don't like Shakespeare. Okay, maybe I AM close minded OR I just have the taste of my generation. Who knows?)
Anyway, I saw the prompt and the first thing that came to my mind at seeing handsaw and hawk side by side was the tool and the bird. ANYONE would be able to tell those apart. So I thought, okay, it's probably not the tool. Philosophical questions can be uhmm...what should I call them? Annoyingly far-fetched but maybe not that much?
Long story short, I discovered the Heronsaw aka handsaw. This is the part where I should probably mention that philosophy in general is a no go area for me. Maybe philosophy with science (e.g Zhuangzi and the butterfly=Schrodinger's cat. Was that your prompt too batmaninwuhan?) But this is philosophy in literature so I will approach it the way I know, by mentioning all the ways bird vs bird is still far-fetched.
1. The Heronsaw has a much longer beak than the hawk.
2. The Heronsaw has a much longer neck than the hawk.
3. I think the wings are even different but my eyes hurt and I'm tired from the day I've had so I couldn't look into the details.
4. There are many more differences. Just get two pictures, a Heronsaw and a hawk, put them side by side, and you will see why I just don't get this.
Out of context, is it depth to ask whether a person could tell a hawk from a handsaw? The only way anyone wouldn't is if:
1. they are generally illiterate when it comes to other living organisms that are not humans, and so don't know the difference between the two birds.
2. they don't have access to Google. I certainly do.
3. they haven't read Hamlet and so are not familiar with these words.
4. the wind is north-north-west or northerly, and the sun is a beast in their eyes, which then makes this question a whole lot more sensible. (This, you won't also understand if you are a victim/culprit of number 3.)
Context, people, it's all about context.
That's it. I quit.
I meant to post this in the challenge before it ended. However, the earlier I plan to be, the later I always end up. It's probably just better to do less planning and more doing...bla... Anyway, here are the entries I enjoyed most from the challenge 'How do you come back from losing the one(s) you love?'
First, I'd like to say all the entries were great. But, approaches, strong emotions and resonation were major factors used in arriving at this decision. Although I ended up with five winners many times, I finally arrived at this:
AlisonAudrey - 'I have died'
Honorable mentions (ranked top to bottom):
Estherflowers1 - 'A Facsimile is the Best we can do'
DeAnn - 'Loss is not an Easy Road'
Finder - 'Grief'
Godavenzi - 'About Losing'
TW - 'Your Exo/Endo Hellscape
PS: I was tempted to just put these entries on the same line and call it a contest. But at the end of it, each of them resonated with me differently. Being the only judge might make this appear biased but, hey! that's what I got.