24. If We travel at the speed of light, will life still pass us by?

One person to break trust.

Several others to piece it back together.

Sometimes, trying your best is making sure you leave the start line.

Sometimes, trying your best means making sure you reach the finish line.

Irrespective of how farther away life is from you.

The more you try to catch up to it,

the more you realize

that it’s pointless.

So, take it easy.

Your life, your pace.

One day, you’ll look back on life and laugh at it,

just like it did all these years.

My brain is mush.

I’m attempting these prompts with Parvathi over at Queen Talks and these prompts, “The Lonely Astronaut” were set by Amanda Torroni and Tyler Kent White.

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18. Quiet Now

Something hurts. I can’t place where. My heart? My head? My whole body?

I should be dead but I feel the pain so, sadly, I’m not.

I’m laying between two men. I don’t know them.

I’m on the floor. Naked. Hurting.

I feel sick. But I can’t voice my pain out. I’m so tired.

It’s very quiet in here. The men have satisfied looks on their faces. And I lie back.

Today’s prompt by the NaPoWriMo was quite intriguing. It was hard and I did not expect this poem to turn out the way it did. The poem that I used today was Sick Room by Langston Hughes. It is a really good poem.

I’m attempting these prompts with Parvathi over at Queen Talks and these prompts, “The Lonely Astronaut” were set by Amanda Torroni and Tyler Kent White. I’m combining prompts from these and the Official NaPoWriMo.

13. A Footnote about hope

“Time is short, and unless the few of us who know the truth do not stand united, there is no hopefor any of us.” ~ Albus Dumbledore

  1. Hope is such a fickle thing. It twists and warps in your head making it seem like a positive thing but all it does is in fact, only prolong your doom. Don’t hope. It’s not worth it. That’s why Pandora gave it up.

 

Something new.

I’m attempting these prompts with Parvathi over at Queen Talks and these prompts, “The Lonely Astronaut” were set by Amanda Torroni and Tyler Kent White.

 

5. Slow Drag

My days are long

and before I go to bed,

I can’t remember what

I did today.

I know I sat by the window in the morning,

sipping hot coffee on a hot day.

I know I sat to paint but

didn’t dip my brush into a bottle.

I felt the need to flip the dining table over

when my mother asked me go for a small errand.

I know I watched Phineas and Ferb

but in muted silence.

I know I picked up a book but

the bookmark stays in page 1.

My days are long

and they only seem to get longer

each day.

A little take on what I was feeling a few weeks ago. I don’t know what it was.

I’m attempting these prompts with Parvathi over at Queen Talks and these prompts, “The Lonely Astronaut” were set by Amanda Torroni and Tyler Kent White.

2. Where Does The Light Go?

Before

There was a spring in your step,

all day, every day.

despite the fact that you’re tired to your bones,

you radiated energy.

There’s a fire inside you

that never seems to go off

and it brightens up any room

any soul.

You seemed to be smiling,

even when you’re not

and you were a beacon of happiness

that everybody can’t help but be drawn towards.

After

I don’t know what happened.

It must’ve been something because you suddenly shut off.

No warning.

Or is this the warning…?

Your walk is slow, deliberate steps.

Purposeful. Careful.

As if you don’t want to tread on anybody’s toes.

Even bright and early in the morning,

you seem to have become a black hole,

sucking energy but not radiating anything.

Someone called the fire department and doused all your fire

thinking they were saving you but all they really did was

just destroy you.

Maybe it was deliberate, maybe it was accidental.

But you’re still drawing people towards you,

even if they don’t know that they’ll be sucked into

nothingness and

getting back up is

nearly impossible.

Well, I did warn you.

I’m attempting these prompts with Parvathi over at Queen Talks and these prompts, “The Lonely Astronaut” were set by Amanda Torroni and Tyler Kent White. I’m combining prompts from these and the Official NaPoWriMo.

Feeling blue

beautiful sky blue sky

stretched from one corner to another

a too-bright silver disc above me

but i don’t care.

I see the dark blue line

where the sky and the sea green sea

sit and chat

all day long

like they’re best friends.

as that silver ball of fire dips

disrupting the sea-sky time,

they are no longer friends.

they puch each other apart

fighting for the other, cooler, prettier

silver disc, the sky blue sky turning into the

perfect indigo, matching my soul

and sea green sea turning so dark

it looks like ink, but foamy.

as it reaches my feet, I wait for the

ball of fire to ascend

and the sky blue and sea green

to become friends

again.

This was a prompt given to me by my bae Parvathi over at Queen Talks. She told me to write something with just one colour. It was obviously a challenge for me, seeing how much I love colour, but I really love this poem, even if the imagery is a bit cliched.

She and I have something exciting coming soon (we hope!) so look out for it!

#Januaryfalls18 23. Daunting nights

Dark, cold nights call for

staying indoors and being

a good girl. No. Not me.

 

I am not scared of

the people out there, trying

to stare me down, pose

a challenge. Take scarves off, roam,

walk free out, under the stars.

A haiku and a tanka. I’ve missed them.

My bae, Parvathi over at Queen Talks and I are attempting these prompts curated by Poetry Falls over on Instagram.