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The Price is Paid
Part 2
Hell is here, knocking on the door.
Slide it open and hear it roar.
Brace yourselves, for it's loud and strong;
It's here to stay for very long.
The winter days in Forkale introduce lots of rains and savage winds. The fireplace in Koron's and Saron's house is crackling with fiery timbers, yet Saron is complaining about the cold and how harsh it's getting these days.
"The last winter felt much better," she says, rubbing her hands together. She sits in a cozy armchair about the hearth as Koron pours his darling a mug of hot milk, which he has purchased earlier in the day after he finished working on a car at the garage.
Everyone in the city is somber about the coolness of the winter this year; it's worse than the last.
Koron is a brilliant mechanic who loves his job, although his job contributes small to his pocket, and Saron is a housewife who takes care of the house. Housewives are uncommon in Forkale, but childless people are rare. They have been man and wife for almost four years now, their community knows them well, and they're struggling to become what the city expects of them. Saron wishes if they never lived in this city. She is a housewife who doesn't have a child in four years of marriage; in Forkale, it doesn't get any worse.
Their house has a sitting room, a bedroom, and a bathroom. The kitchen is part of the sitting room, and Koron is having a hard time, watching his wife freezing--even when she's sucking on the warmth of the flames.
"I know, I know," he says, caring as ever. "This mug will fix you up." He walks across the room, hands her a mug, and drags an armchair to sit beside her.
"This is getting worse," she says. Sips from her mug.
Gazing at the ripples of the fire, he lets out a helpless sigh. He doesn't know how to make it better for her, but tries to think of something. "Why don't you... why don't you warm yourself up all day tomorrow? And you can also--"
"I'm not talking about the cold, Koron," she says, "I'm talking about Thursday."
He thinks hard, but he has no idea what Thursday has got to do with anything. "What about Thursday, love?"
She drinks some more and turns to meet his eyes. "It's our anniversary. This is getting bad, Koron, we're trying and trying but we're hopeless." A trickle of tear springs and travels down her cheek. "I can't live like this anymore."
Neither can he. People at work gifts him with all kinds of hideous comments about his wife, about what she can't give--babies and she's "a lazy bastard who sleeps and eats all day." Fighting for her is his instinct, his second nature, but how can he fight a whole community for her. He is alone in the fight as much as she is.
"...and moving to another city is not a choice for us. Even if we want to, selling this stupid house won't give us a new start--other cities are expensive. And your job can only give so much." He sees her face and the tumult occurring there, but as much as he wants to give her hope in everything, he has nothing to say. He admits that she's right, that they're living in their own little hell, which no one bothers to drop by.
"...maybe... honey, I know you might not like this idea, but... just please say yes."
"I can't say yes to suicide," he jests.
She beams. "I love you." She reaches and kisses him.
"Talk to me. Do you have any plans, love?"
She takes his hand into hers and kisses it. She looks into his eyes. "Lolopi."
Looking away, he claims his hand back. "How can you even think that?"
She sets down her mug and kneels in front of him. "Look at me. Look at my eyes and tell me what you see." She forces his face to hers. "Just look."
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The Price is Paid
Part 2
Hell is here, knocking on the door.
Slide it open and hear it roar.
Brace yourselves, for it's loud and strong;
It's here to stay for very long.
The winter days in Forkale introduce lots of rains and savage winds. The fireplace in Koron's and Saron's house is crackling with fiery timbers, yet Saron is complaining about the cold and how harsh it's getting these days.
"The last winter felt much better," she says, rubbing her hands together. She sits in a cozy armchair about the hearth as Koron pours his darling a mug of hot milk, which he has purchased earlier in the day after he finished working on a car at the garage.
Everyone in the city is somber about the coolness of the winter this year; it's worse than the last.
Koron is a brilliant mechanic who loves his job, although his job contributes small to his pocket, and Saron is a housewife who takes care of the house. Housewives are uncommon in Forkale, but childless people are rare. They have been man and wife for almost four years now, their community knows them well, and they're struggling to become what the city expects of them. Saron wishes if they never lived in this city. She is a housewife who doesn't have a child in four years of marriage; in Forkale, it doesn't get any worse.
Their house has a sitting room, a bedroom, and a bathroom. The kitchen is part of the sitting room, and Koron is having a hard time, watching his wife freezing--even when she's sucking on the warmth of the flames.
"I know, I know," he says, caring as ever. "This mug will fix you up." He walks across the room, hands her a mug, and drags an armchair to sit beside her.
"This is getting worse," she says. Sips from her mug.
Gazing at the ripples of the fire, he lets out a helpless sigh. He doesn't know how to make it better for her, but tries to think of something. "Why don't you... why don't you warm yourself up all day tomorrow? And you can also--"
"I'm not talking about the cold, Koron," she says, "I'm talking about Thursday."
He thinks hard, but he has no idea what Thursday has got to do with anything. "What about Thursday, love?"
She drinks some more and turns to meet his eyes. "It's our anniversary. This is getting bad, Koron, we're trying and trying but we're hopeless." A trickle of tear springs and travels down her cheek. "I can't live like this anymore."
Neither can he. People at work gifts him with all kinds of hideous comments about his wife, about what she can't give--babies and she's "a lazy bastard who sleeps and eats all day." Fighting for her is his instinct, his second nature, but how can he fight a whole community for her. He is alone in the fight as much as she is.
"...and moving to another city is not a choice for us. Even if we want to, selling this stupid house won't give us a new start--other cities are expensive. And your job can only give so much." He sees her face and the tumult occurring there, but as much as he wants to give her hope in everything, he has nothing to say. He admits that she's right, that they're living in their own little hell, which no one bothers to drop by.
"...maybe... honey, I know you might not like this idea, but... just please say yes."
"I can't say yes to suicide," he jests.
She beams. "I love you." She reaches and kisses him.
"Talk to me. Do you have any plans, love?"
She takes his hand into hers and kisses it. She looks into his eyes. "Lolopi."
Looking away, he claims his hand back. "How can you even think that?"
She sets down her mug and kneels in front of him. "Look at me. Look at my eyes and tell me what you see." She forces his face to hers. "Just look."
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The Price is Paid
Part 9
The altar smells of fresh body boiling. Lolopi watches the boy with a tremendous smile on his face, both of his hands raised skyward as for worship. Danro's screeches are thin, sharp, and rapid enough to conclude that he has gone mad. The disastrous temperature has driven him insane. His body, unlike a person burning alive, is shivering instead of struggling to get out of the altar, as though drowning in a pond of ice cubes.
Lolopi looks upward and stares at the empty ceiling, uttering words Danro's filled ears could not listen, let alone comprehend. Lolopi's voice competes to dominate the atmosphere over Danro's hideous screams. Every corner of his body, with the exception of his face, melts and unites with the boiling, yellow fluid. The yellow is accepting the red of his blood and is eventually birthing orange.
Danro's body is resisting to give in, fighting and thriving. His animalistic instinct to stay alive, to defy death, holds him conscious for as long as it could, even if he sincerely wishes it to be quick. His throat, and around it, turns into mere liquid. Gargling sounds elude his dispersing throat. When the heat becomes too unbearable, his whole body shuts down. The open eyes lose power and lifelessly stare upward. He floats like a dead body would on a surface of water, but only his bones are floating. The rest of him has dissolved.
Lolopi never quits yelling strange words. The torches hanging around the hell increase their lights greatly, and in the dark sky above, a symbolic moon appears. The moon's coloration resembles the orange on the altar. Lolopi's sweaty body glitters orange, the moon shining; the whole hell glows orange. The moon looks like an eye, its iris crimson. Confined in the iris, its lens is white.
"Your parents betrayed their word," Lolopi said, looking away from the eye-shaped moon. His own eyes has begun glowing red, those pleasant, dim burns. "You belonged to me and now they're late for the delivery. Those bastards—the contract must have murdered them by now. I've been needing this for a long time. This energy."
Danro's bones never melted and are still floating over the bubbling liquid, as are his eyes gazing at the moon. The eyes are attached in their sockets, in the skull, and each of the lenses send two thin rays of light at the moon's lens. The lens of the moon shines in white and reflects a blighter, bigger beam that spotlights the center of Lolopi's forehead.
Lolopi exhales satisfaction when the beam lands on him. He inhales through his teeth. "Yes, boy, let go. You are mine now." His hands form a strong pair of fists. The beams from Danro's eyes become too bright for the eye, and Lolopi closes his eyes. Penetrating the forehead, the ray from the moon grows strong, as does Danro's.
He roars when his forehead smokes. "Yes! YOU ARE MINE!"
The rays from Danro's eyes traveling in the moon are no more. The moon's line of light fully jumps in Lolopi's burrowed forehead. Lolopi kneels, invisible force goading him downward. The white beams disappear, the moon is fading in the darkness, and the eyes of Danro melt.
"That's a dinner I have missed for a long while now," Lolopi says; his voice has gotten deeper. He evaluates his hands fisting and releasing, and his muscles have gained better strength and weight. His forehead is a black hole. He stomps on foot, the ground cracking as he stepped.
"UGGGRRRRRHHHHH!"
The owl-faced demons screech their worship, flying in the dark skies, through the dark clouds, as his roar causes turmoil in hell. Facing the pit black sky, he raises an arm to put his new energy to test—
His heart begins racing and aching. A heavy series of cough scratches and pummels his esophagus. The whites of his eyes turn red, and blood is pouring from his ears. He falls to his knees. "What is this? What have you done, boy?"
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The Price is Paid
Part 9
The altar smells of fresh body boiling. Lolopi watches the boy with a tremendous smile on his face, both of his hands raised skyward as for worship. Danro's screeches are thin, sharp, and rapid enough to conclude that he has gone mad. The disastrous temperature has driven him insane. His body, unlike a person burning alive, is shivering instead of struggling to get out of the altar, as though drowning in a pond of ice cubes.
Lolopi looks upward and stares at the empty ceiling, uttering words Danro's filled ears could not listen, let alone comprehend. Lolopi's voice competes to dominate the atmosphere over Danro's hideous screams. Every corner of his body, with the exception of his face, melts and unites with the boiling, yellow fluid. The yellow is accepting the red of his blood and is eventually birthing orange.
Danro's body is resisting to give in, fighting and thriving. His animalistic instinct to stay alive, to defy death, holds him conscious for as long as it could, even if he sincerely wishes it to be quick. His throat, and around it, turns into mere liquid. Gargling sounds elude his dispersing throat. When the heat becomes too unbearable, his whole body shuts down. The open eyes lose power and lifelessly stare upward. He floats like a dead body would on a surface of water, but only his bones are floating. The rest of him has dissolved.
Lolopi never quits yelling strange words. The torches hanging around the hell increase their lights greatly, and in the dark sky above, a symbolic moon appears. The moon's coloration resembles the orange on the altar. Lolopi's sweaty body glitters orange, the moon shining; the whole hell glows orange. The moon looks like an eye, its iris crimson. Confined in the iris, its lens is white.
"Your parents betrayed their word," Lolopi said, looking away from the eye-shaped moon. His own eyes has begun glowing red, those pleasant, dim burns. "You belonged to me and now they're late for the delivery. Those bastards—the contract must have murdered them by now. I've been needing this for a long time. This energy."
Danro's bones never melted and are still floating over the bubbling liquid, as are his eyes gazing at the moon. The eyes are attached in their sockets, in the skull, and each of the lenses send two thin rays of light at the moon's lens. The lens of the moon shines in white and reflects a blighter, bigger beam that spotlights the center of Lolopi's forehead.
Lolopi exhales satisfaction when the beam lands on him. He inhales through his teeth. "Yes, boy, let go. You are mine now." His hands form a strong pair of fists. The beams from Danro's eyes become too bright for the eye, and Lolopi closes his eyes. Penetrating the forehead, the ray from the moon grows strong, as does Danro's.
He roars when his forehead smokes. "Yes! YOU ARE MINE!"
The rays from Danro's eyes traveling in the moon are no more. The moon's line of light fully jumps in Lolopi's burrowed forehead. Lolopi kneels, invisible force goading him downward. The white beams disappear, the moon is fading in the darkness, and the eyes of Danro melt.
"That's a dinner I have missed for a long while now," Lolopi says; his voice has gotten deeper. He evaluates his hands fisting and releasing, and his muscles have gained better strength and weight. His forehead is a black hole. He stomps on foot, the ground cracking as he stepped.
"UGGGRRRRRHHHHH!"
The owl-faced demons screech their worship, flying in the dark skies, through the dark clouds, as his roar causes turmoil in hell. Facing the pit black sky, he raises an arm to put his new energy to test—
His heart begins racing and aching. A heavy series of cough scratches and pummels his esophagus. The whites of his eyes turn red, and blood is pouring from his ears. He falls to his knees. "What is this? What have you done, boy?"
* WOLFPACK *
Take us to be some knick-knacks,
But there ain’t anybody like my Wolfpack.
Truth is we’re okay to be nothing good at,
Cause we don’t give a damn about The Cadillac.
We not only howl together playfully at Moonlight,
Also we hunt in pack when it’s right,
So try not to trespass our territory at sight.
- Chandhu.
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Take us to be some knick-knacks,
But there ain’t anybody like my Wolfpack.
Truth is we’re okay to be nothing good at,
Cause we don’t give a damn about The Cadillac.
We not only howl together playfully at Moonlight,
Also we hunt in pack when it’s right,
So try not to trespass our territory at sight.
- Chandhu.
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* WOLFPACK *
Take us to be some knick-knacks,
But there ain’t anybody like my Wolfpack.
Truth is we’re okay to be nothing good at,
Cause we don’t give a damn about The Cadillac.
We not only howl together playfully at Moonlight,
Also we hunt in pack when it’s right,
So try not to trespass our territory at sight.
- Chandhu.
#review #poetry #short #poem #Review
Take us to be some knick-knacks,
But there ain’t anybody like my Wolfpack.
Truth is we’re okay to be nothing good at,
Cause we don’t give a damn about The Cadillac.
We not only howl together playfully at Moonlight,
Also we hunt in pack when it’s right,
So try not to trespass our territory at sight.
- Chandhu.
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"I love the way superman always saves the day. " , said Jack.
"Oh! Come on ! Batman is way better . At least better than someone who can't even withstand a kryptonite " , said Mark teasingly.
" Ha ! What good is a superhero who can't even act at the right time . " , replied Jack in a rather superior tone.
A conversation which had apparently started as a banter between two friends was now getting louder and louder with each passing minute. Doesn't sound like a big deal. Right?
But now picture this. Two fully grown adults standing right in the middle of the road , screaming their heads out , just trying to prove how their childhood superhero was better than the other.
And me? I was standing right next to them , garnering the attention of all the eyes around , 81 , to be exact .These fools had been fighting for so long that I literally started counted the number of people staring at us. And in case you're doubting my counting skills thinking the number of eyes can never be odd , get yourself some common sense , blind people do exist.
Anyways back to the story , for a moment I thought about disowning these idiots , run as fast I could , dash right into my car parked just a few miles away and drive at the speed of light and drive straight to the Moon . I know , I know nothing can travel faster than the speed of light and neither can a car drive to moon. Stop questioning my intellect again and again , it's just how I felt at the moment.
And then the obvious happened. " What do you think , Aaron?" , they both asked me in a unison .
" Well , me ? I love barbie dolls . " , is what I would have answered in a parallel universe where I was free of social responsibilities. But here I was a fully grown man , with my beard turning grey , the youngest millionaire of my time , standing right in the
middle of the road of the town where I had turned crap into cash , with two of my oldest pals who had somehow clung with me over the years , right from making millions to my bankruptcy these days.
I was supposed to give a sophisticated answer , the one which would suit a wise man like me , the man who was the wisest in the city( or that's my mom always told me)
" Uh! Uh! " , I cleared my throat and started utilising the little wisdom I had gathered over the years by reading some old philisophy books I had once bought at a garage sale. So , I closed my eyes and began ,
" Well , I don't like either of them , dear. I'd rather appreciate a common man doing his work religiously than a man trying to be a superhero for the world.
I think it's time we realise the powers of a common man . How much we as ordinary people have in our hand.
The least we can do is to keep the stuff around us in order if not more.
And.................. Some more random stuff about life.............."
I kept going for an hour maybe spilling out everything I had inside of me , expecting a huge applause from the 41 people standing there . I'm telling you for the last time , I'm not dumb. I know the total was 43 including Mark and Jack but I knew this for a fact that they'd not be evn listening , let alone an applaud.
But things didn't go quite as expected . The crowd had already dispersed leaving me and these two idiots behind , labelling my so meaningful talk as a shitty life advise.
" How was it ? " , I asked Jack and Mark with a broad smile.
They stared at each other for a moment , turned away and whispered in an obviously audible voice , " He's just depressed due to the crash. Let's not disturb him anymore. We'll just toss to decide about our heroes later ."
Might have been the most embarrassing day of my life . Right?
Well that might have been the case , had I not met that old gentlemen standing across the street that day.
To be continued someday...
( P. S. : Thank you Ankita for your suggestion. It would never have been the same without your support ( ok! Maybe it would have been but definitely not today. ) So thank you. 😊)
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"Oh! Come on ! Batman is way better . At least better than someone who can't even withstand a kryptonite " , said Mark teasingly.
" Ha ! What good is a superhero who can't even act at the right time . " , replied Jack in a rather superior tone.
A conversation which had apparently started as a banter between two friends was now getting louder and louder with each passing minute. Doesn't sound like a big deal. Right?
But now picture this. Two fully grown adults standing right in the middle of the road , screaming their heads out , just trying to prove how their childhood superhero was better than the other.
And me? I was standing right next to them , garnering the attention of all the eyes around , 81 , to be exact .These fools had been fighting for so long that I literally started counted the number of people staring at us. And in case you're doubting my counting skills thinking the number of eyes can never be odd , get yourself some common sense , blind people do exist.
Anyways back to the story , for a moment I thought about disowning these idiots , run as fast I could , dash right into my car parked just a few miles away and drive at the speed of light and drive straight to the Moon . I know , I know nothing can travel faster than the speed of light and neither can a car drive to moon. Stop questioning my intellect again and again , it's just how I felt at the moment.
And then the obvious happened. " What do you think , Aaron?" , they both asked me in a unison .
" Well , me ? I love barbie dolls . " , is what I would have answered in a parallel universe where I was free of social responsibilities. But here I was a fully grown man , with my beard turning grey , the youngest millionaire of my time , standing right in the
middle of the road of the town where I had turned crap into cash , with two of my oldest pals who had somehow clung with me over the years , right from making millions to my bankruptcy these days.
I was supposed to give a sophisticated answer , the one which would suit a wise man like me , the man who was the wisest in the city( or that's my mom always told me)
" Uh! Uh! " , I cleared my throat and started utilising the little wisdom I had gathered over the years by reading some old philisophy books I had once bought at a garage sale. So , I closed my eyes and began ,
" Well , I don't like either of them , dear. I'd rather appreciate a common man doing his work religiously than a man trying to be a superhero for the world.
I think it's time we realise the powers of a common man . How much we as ordinary people have in our hand.
The least we can do is to keep the stuff around us in order if not more.
And.................. Some more random stuff about life.............."
I kept going for an hour maybe spilling out everything I had inside of me , expecting a huge applause from the 41 people standing there . I'm telling you for the last time , I'm not dumb. I know the total was 43 including Mark and Jack but I knew this for a fact that they'd not be evn listening , let alone an applaud.
But things didn't go quite as expected . The crowd had already dispersed leaving me and these two idiots behind , labelling my so meaningful talk as a shitty life advise.
" How was it ? " , I asked Jack and Mark with a broad smile.
They stared at each other for a moment , turned away and whispered in an obviously audible voice , " He's just depressed due to the crash. Let's not disturb him anymore. We'll just toss to decide about our heroes later ."
Might have been the most embarrassing day of my life . Right?
Well that might have been the case , had I not met that old gentlemen standing across the street that day.
To be continued someday...
( P. S. : Thank you Ankita for your suggestion. It would never have been the same without your support ( ok! Maybe it would have been but definitely not today. ) So thank you. 😊)
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THE ANGEL WHICH BRIGHTENED UP A LIFE OF A DARK SOUL:
And there i saw her standing alone . Her eyes were searching for something or someone . I wish i could be that someone . Suddenly i felt her eyes on me . She slowly walked towards me in the lights of darkness where she was like a moonlight to me in my darkness.
As she approached me my heart was pumping very high.As she came as angel and showered the lights and brightened up my life, as she was looking and searching for my smile which i losted in the darkness.
She was so perfect in my favorite colour blue and black denim. I was stunned at that moment .And then she just gave me one of her beautiful smile at me and said keep this safely because this smile completes you dear. I couldn't utter a word and i was madly admiring her, and kept on seeing her and i was like oh my god such an beautiful angel she is.
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And there i saw her standing alone . Her eyes were searching for something or someone . I wish i could be that someone . Suddenly i felt her eyes on me . She slowly walked towards me in the lights of darkness where she was like a moonlight to me in my darkness.
As she approached me my heart was pumping very high.As she came as angel and showered the lights and brightened up my life, as she was looking and searching for my smile which i losted in the darkness.
She was so perfect in my favorite colour blue and black denim. I was stunned at that moment .And then she just gave me one of her beautiful smile at me and said keep this safely because this smile completes you dear. I couldn't utter a word and i was madly admiring her, and kept on seeing her and i was like oh my god such an beautiful angel she is.
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*FRACTION OF SECONDS*
Woke up. I knew I was late. Coz that was my routine. And coz of a simple logic, why be excited to wake up early and go to a place you hate and do something that you hate!
I sighed when my mouth tasted coffee before colgate...Ahh! how I love normal days, It was a normal day. At least that's what I thought. Papa was there looking up from the newspaper at me with a sense of pity.
I sort of ignored that and walked out through the front door, but the next sight, a brand new beautiful ladybird and an even more beautiful rider, with short black hair waving in the wind, in a skirt that knew well not to cover her beautiful legs... Well I couldn't ignore that! Just a fraction of seconds and I had already captured her. Made her mine. Is this what they call...
Oops!! She looked at me. Damn it! She caught me staring at her! I looked away whistling. I looked again, did I see a smile?
I heard Mom shouting my name out aloud. I knew I had to rush. As I was rushing inside I heard a loud thud. I turned back and saw the beautiful ladybird lying on the road. It was only a fraction of second, yet my mind talked to me in infinite speed...Somethings...what did he say I don't remember anymore. I remember rushing back to the house.
One year I didn't talk to our new neighbour who was an year older than me.Days went by. Mom had started packing things up one evening I came back from school. Papa received his transfer letter.
Now whenever I see a cycle I think. What would've happened? Why hadn't I stopped my mind talking to me? Why hadn't I I rushed 'out'side than 'in'side? All in a fraction of second!
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Woke up. I knew I was late. Coz that was my routine. And coz of a simple logic, why be excited to wake up early and go to a place you hate and do something that you hate!
I sighed when my mouth tasted coffee before colgate...Ahh! how I love normal days, It was a normal day. At least that's what I thought. Papa was there looking up from the newspaper at me with a sense of pity.
I sort of ignored that and walked out through the front door, but the next sight, a brand new beautiful ladybird and an even more beautiful rider, with short black hair waving in the wind, in a skirt that knew well not to cover her beautiful legs... Well I couldn't ignore that! Just a fraction of seconds and I had already captured her. Made her mine. Is this what they call...
Oops!! She looked at me. Damn it! She caught me staring at her! I looked away whistling. I looked again, did I see a smile?
I heard Mom shouting my name out aloud. I knew I had to rush. As I was rushing inside I heard a loud thud. I turned back and saw the beautiful ladybird lying on the road. It was only a fraction of second, yet my mind talked to me in infinite speed...Somethings...what did he say I don't remember anymore. I remember rushing back to the house.
One year I didn't talk to our new neighbour who was an year older than me.Days went by. Mom had started packing things up one evening I came back from school. Papa received his transfer letter.
Now whenever I see a cycle I think. What would've happened? Why hadn't I stopped my mind talking to me? Why hadn't I I rushed 'out'side than 'in'side? All in a fraction of second!
#JOHN PAUL BENOY
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From my self flies a dissected soul, it all rains around in red. I saw myself naked, in the broken shattered pieces lying like a the broken teeth of a goblin. That stares into my eyes and tells me horrific things, and I know it's me only, my broken self that never can recover from such darkened past. I touched myself, my eyes and it bled tears of forgotten self.
The girl I used to be, the girl I saw once cheering in a lukewarm day, crawling like a baby of earth, now is just a pensive withdrawn insane who scribbles her thoughts when the night grins madly at her.
The psychiatrist said something wrong with me, did he know something is wrong with everyone around and we all...are just moving umbra?
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The girl I used to be, the girl I saw once cheering in a lukewarm day, crawling like a baby of earth, now is just a pensive withdrawn insane who scribbles her thoughts when the night grins madly at her.
The psychiatrist said something wrong with me, did he know something is wrong with everyone around and we all...are just moving umbra?
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A fire burns and eats the dead, smitten by the touch of death, leaving them pale, all completely sucked by the ending...to a life decayed by miseries and hatred. The war has ended, the war has wiped off people who tried to know how waves always leave back corals.
I saw a naked mother half burnt, and her little child staring at her dead glass eyes, trying to wake her from a sleep far far better than a crumbling mortality.
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I saw a naked mother half burnt, and her little child staring at her dead glass eyes, trying to wake her from a sleep far far better than a crumbling mortality.
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