#23. Fade. Fading. Fate.

#23. Fade. Fading. Fate.

I walk the long length from the quadrangle to the canteen

to get to the other block.

I hate it.

I hate the fact that so many people sit there

outside the canteen

at all times.

Their mean faces, judging me.

Their laughs, haunting me.

Their body language,

despising me.

I take another route,

one which I didn’t know was allowed,

as it helped me fade and blend

into the darkness.

Well, I felt like this in my final year. Weird, right? I’d spent more time than all those people sitting in the canteen and I’m the one who is judged.

These prompts, The New Renaissance, were created by Tyler Kent White and Amanda Torroni, and I am attempting these with Parvathi over at Queen Talks.

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#22. A memory I am forgetting

#22. A memory I am forgetting

After you, I tried to move on.

I did many things to keep myself distracted

but it all came down to you.

Would you have liked this drink?

Maybe you’d be good at this game!

Oh you’d love this kind of fish!

But until, one day,

someone else came along,

and took my breath away,

very much like you did, but the feeling is new.

And day by day,

your haunting me became lesser

and lesser

and stopped

when you found out how happy I am.

These prompts, The New Renaissance, were created by Tyler Kent White and Amanda Torroni, and I am attempting these with Parvathi over at Queen Talks.

#19. Guild Of Misguided Emotions

#19. Guild Of Misguided Emotions

When I look at you,

you look away.

Someone once told me that

people who look away when you look

really likes you,

but that was all a load of cow poo.

I refuse to believe it.

And up until you came and sat next to me,

I stuck to my belief.

My brain is mush.

These prompts, The New Renaissance, were created by Tyler Kent White and Amanda Torroni, and I am attempting these with Parvathi over at Queen Talks.

#17. Philippians 2:14-15

#17. Philippians 2:14-15

Do everything without grumbling or arguing, so that you may become blameless and pure, “children of God without fault in a warped and crooked generation.” Then you will shine among them like stars in the sky.”

I scoff at this.

How dare she send this to me.

How. Dare. She.

I fling my phone across the room

where it meets the wall

and

shatters.

Good. The phone was giving problems,

anyway.

I remember the previous message she had sent.

“I’m sorry, but I cannot live my life

with a person who is

negative

about the world, 

who won’t try and let positivity in

and won’t encourage me to

live life

to the maximum.” 

I put my head between my knees

and sob my heart out.

I live with such a person, complaining all the time about how things aren’t right with them and the world and who can’t stand little changes in moods of other people and voice out every single thought that pops into their head. I’m not saying the last thing is bad, but please, take others into consideration for once, at least. That person is not going to read this anyway, but if anyone has ever told you to try and look at the brighter side of life, please do. It will definitely give you peace of mind and even if you don’t like the way things are running now, you will come to terms with it until you feel like changing it. Don’t make a fool out of that person; they mean no harm.

These prompts, The New Renaissance, were created by Tyler Kent White and Amanda Torroni, and I am attempting these with Parvathi over at Queen Talks.

 

 

#18. Let’s call this what it is(n’t)

“What are we doing?”

“We’re having lunch, like we always do.”

“But why?!”

“What do you mean, why?”

“Yesterday, you screamed at me.

You were saying that I didn’t pay enough attention to you

when all I ever did was physically attached to you!”

*Silence*

These prompts, The New Renaissance, were created by Tyler Kent White and Amanda Torroni, and I am attempting these with Parvathi over at Queen Talks.

#14. Love and other plagues

#14. Love and other plagues

“So, what I’m feeling right now

is what happens when one is in love?”

His face crunches up in slight disgust.

I boink his head, slightly.

“Yes, and it is a wonderful feeling!” I spread my arms

wide, inviting good thoughts and feelings.

My brother still looked disgusted.

I roll my eyes. He continues, “But why does it make me feel sick

to think of him, or even the thought of talking to him

when I know I love him?”

“It is the anticipation that you’re going to see someone

with a beautiful soul and  that your own soul

is awakened by it.

It’s very special,” I bite my lip,

thinking about my first love.

Of how his hair tickled my neck when he hugged me,

or the firm way he held me when I cried.

The sweet whispers to calm me down,

holding my hand firmly in his

and showing me off to the world.

I loved him, but he didn’t love me back,

or at least, the same way I did, and

I wipe away the tears that are threatening to

fall from my eyes.

Just like I did for so many nights

all those years ago.

I kinda like this poem. It is a bit detached, but I still like it.

These prompts, The New Renaissance, were created by Tyler Kent White and Amanda Torroni, and I am attempting these with Parvathi over at Queen Talks.