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.

 

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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.

4. Loving you in Hues

That day on the beach,

under the blue sky, we lay on the soft, warm sand,

little sand critters moving beneath our blanket,

but not minding because the azure expanse of the sky left us breathless.

The shapes of the pale silver clouds shifted every so often that one moment it was a space ship and the next it was a big blue whale!

I held your hand tightly in mine, and even though you knew I was nervous (I was sweating buckets), you didn’t mind.

That day on the beach, your dress was that perfect shade of baby blue and turquoise that it matched the ocean.

I got you that hair tie that you wear all the time now. I honestly want to buy you more but I secretly adore the fact that you use it so often.

It was a dark navy but now it’s been used so much that it had faded to a dull steel blue. It doesn’t match your hair anymore. And you don’t care.

You still braid it prettily, with dark blue and black and brown strands of hair intertwining so perfectly that it hurts.

That day on the beach, you never let go of my hand.

From that day onwards, I never let go of yours.

A little cheesy and so totally not the general theme I was going for but I’m quite okay with it. It wasn’t the spectacular poem that I thought i wanted to write, but oh, well.

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

 

 

 

Am I or am I not?

I swipe to the next photo on my phone screen,

which again, is a selfie of me.

Which one shall I post?

The one of me eating a cake, or just staring off into space?

Or with the cute boy in the background that I plan on hunting down?

I don’t put any effort in writing a caption because, who cares about words

when I’m there?

Tall and curvy with luscious long hair and dark lashes.

Any boy’s dreams.

Every girl’s epitome of reaching perfection.

Blocking numbers and people on social media

is a daily routine.

I have to get home and plan my

#ootd for tomorrow! Where is this boy

who was supposed to buy me pizza?

I’m sooooo annoyed.

I haven’t bought a new top in, like,

two days!

Why do I need him?

I’m leaving.

The prompt was one I found on Pinterest and it went like this: Write a poem about yourself in which nothing is true. 

Well, it was really fun to write because I really don’t like girls like this. What you see is what you get and where is the mystery, the enigmatic aura of wanting to know the person when everything is laid out in front of you? Be nice, make your mind beautiful. I’m not saying you shouldn’t be pretty or dress up, but that’s not all that should be there. I like to look pretty, too, but I know for a fact that, there’s more to me than that. At least, most of the girl I admire are like that.

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 27. Tangerine

Sweet sweet tangerine

acidity on your tongue

orange on my tongue.

A little haiku because it never fails to get me back in the zone. Also, this poem was inspired by this K-drama that I watched, Splash Splash Love. Totally love it!

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

#Januaryfalls18 24. Point and Shoot

My phone vibrates. A new text message.

I open it and see it’s from her.

My lips are involuntarily pulled to the sides as I press to download the new picture.

She’s in the Rome, in front of the Colosseum

Smiling her bright toothy smile,

dimples just below the corners of her mouth.

“Looks beautiful!” I reply.

“Me, or the Colosseum?”

“You pick.”

“<3”

“I wish I was with you” I don’t hit send.

Instead, I look down at my mechanized chair

and sigh.

I don’t know what I was trying to write, but I’m glad I got this out.

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