A familiar silence filled the air, yet
Questions flew fast from his head
That when our eyes shortly met
I felt the sting in my bare chest
As the orange light struck the gap
Of our fed-up rants and regrets
Now, only sunset got the final say
To our careful touches and
Whispers of requests to end
Our great continuous struggle
To bring our lifeless misgivings
A facade of endless desires
Full of our unsaid forgiveness
#secrets #forgiveness #memory #end #poetry #poem
As fairies promise
Let's cross the next bridge
Of wooden dreams and regrets
It's always a good surprise
Let's dance our way there
It's always a start
For hopes left and forgotten
Of drunken moments with some faith
After all, there's this.
So, jump, shout, and cry
Out of the pretty faces
Here's you, the crazy tough one
#inspiration #worry #faith #hope
Twitching of the eyes starts the night
A cold breeze kisses me on the cheeks
Greeting me for a goodnight's sleep
Yet when the light turns off
The whispers begin to amplify
Touching my skin as my feet get cold
These are my daily company
I tried to let go and keep the lights on
Yet I won't be able to close my eyes
No rest for me, so in the end
I still do the same routine,
I just tried to talk the whispers out
When I needed better sleep
An old one but a good read
Among the Hidden by Margaret Peterson Haddix. I think this one was the first book serial that I read when I was still young. :)
Dinner is Served
Mama always greeted me that way. Why can’t you do that as well? See, the sky is dark now and I worked so hard today; a warm greeting would lighten up my day.
But I guess you are too busy with your favorite show. You are kicking the table for three straight minutes now. Is the show that good? Hey! Do you plan to break the table tonight?
Could you behave even for just fifteen minutes? I’ll make your meal now. Shhh! Stop kickign the table. Goodness!
I’ll just be in the kitchen.
Okay! If you’re not going to watch anymore, fine. Maybe you can stop moving too much. You can’t even stand up from that chair. Better listen to my story then, while you wait for your dinner.
The library was packed earlier. There was a storytelling event for hte city’s day care. Then some college club from the south held their semestral meeting on the second floor. But, the best part of the day was when a 10th grader stepped in that college meeting and started screaming, “Go to hell! All of you, go to hell!” It was so funny. You know, the kid was wearing his Batman costume. I couldn’t imagine how that little boy got on the second floor. He sure got everyone’s attention especially Arthur and Mark’s. Oh, did I mention that we got a new security guard, Arthur. Having him was great, I hated Peter. Anyways, that was basically my day. How about you?
Oh, nevermind. I know it already. I memorized all the shows in Channel 4. Let’s try watching those from Channel 8 tomorrow, what do you think?
Hey! Stop moving too much. You’ll hurt yourself. Wait for me; dinner’s almost done.
Why are you shaking your head? Don’t you like mac ’n cheese? Poor thing, you’re missing a lot. Anyway, I’ll help you eat now, but promise me you’ll not try to hurt yourself, okay? Oh, why are you breathing heavily now?
Hey! You bastard. Why did you spit my mac ’n cheese! Stop that. You’re making me feel bad. Stop spitting all those pieces. It’s not like it taste so bad. Oh my! Don’t vomit on the floor. Stop it! I made this for you.
This is Peter’s fault! I knew it. There’s nothing good coming from that man.
Okay, it’s also my fault. I should’ve checked first. Alright, sorry. You poor thing. I’ll make another one. I guess mac ’n cheese depends on the type of a person’s blood as well.
What do you mean it’s not even food? Hey, this was my Mama’s recipe so you watch your mouth. Yes, I put the macaroni there and the cheese, but Mama taught me to add a speacial ingredient. Well, I should’ve asked Mama about that, too. Oh well, I’ll just fry some meat then. Wait for me and behave. You don’t want to share the fridge with Peter, would you?
#monologue #flashfiction #darkstory
A yarn being knit
As the sun says goodbye, the young lady's eyes blink for a couple of times to adjust. She picks up the purple yarn by her bedside, played with it between her fingers for a while. Then, she gets to her kit with the two kniting needles. She paused, stared at her bed for a while and began pulling the yarn closer to her chest. She works through the same steps as yesterday, but this time with tears in her eyes. She closes her eyes.
Give it a try
As the lines grow longer or shorter
Step into a world you wanted, wished
But be careful with each step you take
As your heart stops beating, your eyes moving
Read through the lines, beyond the words
Give it a try
Give poetry a chance
#poetry #chances #writing
A dilemma that has yet to be answered, but constantly changing, moving, and somewhat disturbing.
Why so serious?
The veins in your hands keep tapping
Reminding you of daybreak
You pick a fork to cut them out
But, they keep fighting for life
Why so serious again?
Bothered by the sound of the wind
Reminding you of your own breathing
You block the windows with iron bars
But, the wind whistles through the gaps
Why, you ask again?
With open eyes, you see the sunrise
Reminding you of yesterday's miseries
You pick a chair to stop the memories
But, you heard a knock, once and twice
Why are you smiling now?
A stranger's voice passes through the wall
"Hello? Is anyone there?"
You want to say hi
But, you could only tap the wall once
"Good. Let's be friends for a while."
Why smiling looks good now?
You kicked the chair to the side
Pressed your face to the wall
Listened to the wind from the gaps
Felt the tapping of your veins
Followed the rhythm of the other one's breathing
Count to three.
Why so serious?
There's nothing worse than a whisper in the cold night saying "See you tomorrow" when you know that is a lie. As tomorrow comes, the warm memories fade into the backlight of the car driving safely across the highway, but met with another driver playing with the devil.