Everly Yours
The smell of the winter ends,
Still adorn my nostrils.
As I remember sinking into your words,
struggling to hold my senses still.
It was long after the days of fall,
My heart withdrew to take consent as it skipped a beat.
And in summer you bashed in and to your welcome, I was softly melting.
Humidly on my physicality as you heated the lust of love, I wonder if you were aware of how dearly your winter quilt warmed me up.
My love, it is for the times we spent and for the times we await, together for togetherness.
If ever a chance is granted upon my greedy self, I would go back to meet you a little sooner than we met.
To live a little longer in your arms against the time's consent, for I only desire to make this love better instead.
And with pleasurable guilt of our shameless love, let us be summoned into sweet life imprisonment.
©Pakhi
30.08.2020
#review
The smell of the winter ends,
Still adorn my nostrils.
As I remember sinking into your words,
struggling to hold my senses still.
It was long after the days of fall,
My heart withdrew to take consent as it skipped a beat.
And in summer you bashed in and to your welcome, I was softly melting.
Humidly on my physicality as you heated the lust of love, I wonder if you were aware of how dearly your winter quilt warmed me up.
My love, it is for the times we spent and for the times we await, together for togetherness.
If ever a chance is granted upon my greedy self, I would go back to meet you a little sooner than we met.
To live a little longer in your arms against the time's consent, for I only desire to make this love better instead.
And with pleasurable guilt of our shameless love, let us be summoned into sweet life imprisonment.
©Pakhi
30.08.2020
#review
#review #santumonikalita #poetry
Love me
I used to say it!
No one can hear that.
Only mummy says I love you as you're;
Smile told everyone who is broken inside.
My lips say if you leave yourself,
One day you'll find someone else!
And she said to you love me like you do.
Love me
I used to say it!
No one can hear that.
Only mummy says I love you as you're;
Smile told everyone who is broken inside.
My lips say if you leave yourself,
One day you'll find someone else!
And she said to you love me like you do.
I don't see
The time healing my soul
I don't see
Patience taking me closer to my goal
I can't find
My happiness which I lost in uncanny
I have searched for it in every nook and cranny
Nobody to listen, Nobody to care
Will You, not Judge me and be there?
This World Is So cruel, unjust and unfair
Will you, not doubt me and compare?
I am an introvert, not cool and scared
Will you, keep this secret unshared?
I know you have insecurity and still
You want to impress others
I know you won't promise me
Because this vicious world bothers.
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The time healing my soul
I don't see
Patience taking me closer to my goal
I can't find
My happiness which I lost in uncanny
I have searched for it in every nook and cranny
Nobody to listen, Nobody to care
Will You, not Judge me and be there?
This World Is So cruel, unjust and unfair
Will you, not doubt me and compare?
I am an introvert, not cool and scared
Will you, keep this secret unshared?
I know you have insecurity and still
You want to impress others
I know you won't promise me
Because this vicious world bothers.
#review #poetry
Everly Yours
The smell of the winter ends,
Still adorn my nostrils.
As I remember sinking into your words,
struggling to hold my senses still.
It was long after the days of fall,
My heart withdrew to take consent as it skipped a beat.
And in summer you bashed in and to your welcome, I was softly melting.
Humidly on my physicality as you heated the lust of love, I wonder if you were aware of how dearly your winter quilt warmed me up.
My love, it is for the times we spent and for the times we await, together for togetherness.
If ever a chance is granted upon my greedy self, I would go back to meet you a little sooner than we met.
To live a little longer in your arms against the time's consent, for I only desire to make this love better instead.
And with pleasurable guilt of our shameless love, let us be summoned into sweet life imprisonment.
©Pakhi
30.08.2020
#review #poetry #pm
The smell of the winter ends,
Still adorn my nostrils.
As I remember sinking into your words,
struggling to hold my senses still.
It was long after the days of fall,
My heart withdrew to take consent as it skipped a beat.
And in summer you bashed in and to your welcome, I was softly melting.
Humidly on my physicality as you heated the lust of love, I wonder if you were aware of how dearly your winter quilt warmed me up.
My love, it is for the times we spent and for the times we await, together for togetherness.
If ever a chance is granted upon my greedy self, I would go back to meet you a little sooner than we met.
To live a little longer in your arms against the time's consent, for I only desire to make this love better instead.
And with pleasurable guilt of our shameless love, let us be summoned into sweet life imprisonment.
©Pakhi
30.08.2020
#review #poetry #pm
Breaking into a new decade.
Faces beaming.
Together with friends and family.
Passing time with those that matter.
Food drinks and good cheer.
Warm embraces, business as usual.
The beauty of being human.
The joy of overcoming.
A general sense of calm.
Then something happened.
COVID 19!
Humanity on edge.
We knew loss.
We knew pain.
Masking faces to be safe.
Loved but couldn't touch.
Waves in place of hugs.
Couldn't hold another close.
Lives taken.
Hearts broken.
Dreams shattered.
A syrup of groans and grimaces.
Everything crumbling to dust.
A year to remember.
Note: now read it from the bottom to the top
#MA #poetry #review
Faces beaming.
Together with friends and family.
Passing time with those that matter.
Food drinks and good cheer.
Warm embraces, business as usual.
The beauty of being human.
The joy of overcoming.
A general sense of calm.
Then something happened.
COVID 19!
Humanity on edge.
We knew loss.
We knew pain.
Masking faces to be safe.
Loved but couldn't touch.
Waves in place of hugs.
Couldn't hold another close.
Lives taken.
Hearts broken.
Dreams shattered.
A syrup of groans and grimaces.
Everything crumbling to dust.
A year to remember.
Note: now read it from the bottom to the top
#MA #poetry #review
|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 19
CONDITION: Humor
PROMPT: Nick was watching tv when the news anchor said, “Nick you really shouldn’t be watching tv. You need to go talk to Carol right now. Call her.
||PART 1||
"Sure Hal Winston. I'll call her." Nick's tone was drenched with sarcasm.
The camera did a close up on Hal. With his signature smoulder,
"Nick, it would be the best choice your fingers have made. Dial that number!"
"WHAT THE!? I'M GOING CRAZY!!" Nick screeched, turned off the TV and flung the remote into space.
Two more outbursts later, he sighed and dialed up her number. The only one he knew off-head.
...
"C...Carol." Nick started.
"Don't talk to me."
"Carol it wasn't my fault."
"Not your fault that you couldn't stand up for me?!"
"I couldn't stand up for you, trust me I tried."
"You disgust me! You tried? Sitting down and making weird faces?!"
"Carol... Someone glued me to my chair!"
"Someone? More like your fears glued you to the chair."
"The guys legit put industrial glue in my chair."
Carol was silent.
"Carol You're there? I need to see you" Nick continued.
"Come over if you want."
"You're not going to push me down the stairs are you?"
"Tsk, I was thinking more of poisoning your glass of water."
...
She was waiting at the door. He shot up the stairs and took her hand.
"Carol, I love you. I'm sorry I watched them treat you like that. I could have said something. In fact, I should have. I really miss you, I want you back. I'd pick you over cheese any day. "
Carol's face melted. She moved her body closer to his. Reached out her supple palms and caressed his face like old times and...
POP!
"ARGH!" Nick yelled and dug his face into his left palm.
"Carol! That's your sign of forgiveness? Popping zits?"
Carol was thrown aback. First in confusion. Then with apprehension.
"Forgiveness? You just show up at my house and think that's it?"
"Carol, I just gave the speech of my life saying how much you mean to me! I'd even pick you over CHEESE!" Nick scowled with bloodshot eyes and face still throbbing.
"You gave a speech? When?"
Nick cupped his mouth in disbelief.
"Carol, I literally poured out my heart just now!"
Still evidently lost, Carol continued.
"You were talking? Nope, didn't hear a thing."
"What?!" By now Nick's disappointment had replaced the pain that mangled his face earlier.
"How do you expect me to listen when your zit was threatening to stab me in the eye?'
"You were looking at my zit?!" He shrieked...
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DAY 19
CONDITION: Humor
PROMPT: Nick was watching tv when the news anchor said, “Nick you really shouldn’t be watching tv. You need to go talk to Carol right now. Call her.
||PART 1||
"Sure Hal Winston. I'll call her." Nick's tone was drenched with sarcasm.
The camera did a close up on Hal. With his signature smoulder,
"Nick, it would be the best choice your fingers have made. Dial that number!"
"WHAT THE!? I'M GOING CRAZY!!" Nick screeched, turned off the TV and flung the remote into space.
Two more outbursts later, he sighed and dialed up her number. The only one he knew off-head.
...
"C...Carol." Nick started.
"Don't talk to me."
"Carol it wasn't my fault."
"Not your fault that you couldn't stand up for me?!"
"I couldn't stand up for you, trust me I tried."
"You disgust me! You tried? Sitting down and making weird faces?!"
"Carol... Someone glued me to my chair!"
"Someone? More like your fears glued you to the chair."
"The guys legit put industrial glue in my chair."
Carol was silent.
"Carol You're there? I need to see you" Nick continued.
"Come over if you want."
"You're not going to push me down the stairs are you?"
"Tsk, I was thinking more of poisoning your glass of water."
...
She was waiting at the door. He shot up the stairs and took her hand.
"Carol, I love you. I'm sorry I watched them treat you like that. I could have said something. In fact, I should have. I really miss you, I want you back. I'd pick you over cheese any day. "
Carol's face melted. She moved her body closer to his. Reached out her supple palms and caressed his face like old times and...
POP!
"ARGH!" Nick yelled and dug his face into his left palm.
"Carol! That's your sign of forgiveness? Popping zits?"
Carol was thrown aback. First in confusion. Then with apprehension.
"Forgiveness? You just show up at my house and think that's it?"
"Carol, I just gave the speech of my life saying how much you mean to me! I'd even pick you over CHEESE!" Nick scowled with bloodshot eyes and face still throbbing.
"You gave a speech? When?"
Nick cupped his mouth in disbelief.
"Carol, I literally poured out my heart just now!"
Still evidently lost, Carol continued.
"You were talking? Nope, didn't hear a thing."
"What?!" By now Nick's disappointment had replaced the pain that mangled his face earlier.
"How do you expect me to listen when your zit was threatening to stab me in the eye?'
"You were looking at my zit?!" He shrieked...
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||PART 2||
She blew up in his face just as hard
"Your ugly zit was screaming! And begging!"
"Begging?"
"Yeah, like SOMEBODY POP ME! ANYBODY POP ME ALREADY!"
Carol said, face straight as nails. "How did you manage to ride a bike with that knoll on your face?"
"YOU'RE A HAPLESS DRAMA QUEEN! It's not that big!" Nick countered.
"Accept it Nick! That zit deserves a prize." Carol's nine year old brother yelled from behind the door. He had blown his eavesdropping cover but it was worth it.
"See all this zit juice!" Carol complained as she wiped her hand clean in his famed Bieber T- shirt.
Nick sighed, "This is pointless. I don't deserve this And THANK YOU FOR ATTACKING MY FACE!"
Carol stared at him blandly making sure to clean her face.
"Cool. Bye."
"No wait, one more thing."
His ears perked expectantly.
"There's something in your teeth." She said while withdrawing to her door.
A dejected turn later.
"I'm totally not watching the news again." Nick murmured.
"Hey, Nick." Carol called. "Come here."
He turned to meet her expressionless face.He went to her shoulders slumped and eyeing the ground. He didn't want to be toyed with
She took his hand and...
"Eeeeewwww, Carol is kissing somebody!" The little boy registered his displeasure from his stakeout zone.
Nick and Carol shot a fiery glance at the talking door.
"I want to kick the door into his chummy little face!" Nick snarled.
She glared at him and pushed him away to break their cuddle.
"He's my little brother!"
"Carol, he's evil."
"That gives yo no right!" She countered.
"He's going to be rotten forever." Nick said admitting
defeat.
Carol smirked and narrowed her eyes,
"Yes he's going to be rotten. Till I poison his water."
Before he could laugh, she leaned in again and the fireworks continued.
"I love you Hal Winston!" Nick said to himself after the kiss.
Her face straightened instantly
"Nick you're cheating? With the news guy?"
Nick's shoulders slumped once more "Oh crap, here we go again."
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She blew up in his face just as hard
"Your ugly zit was screaming! And begging!"
"Begging?"
"Yeah, like SOMEBODY POP ME! ANYBODY POP ME ALREADY!"
Carol said, face straight as nails. "How did you manage to ride a bike with that knoll on your face?"
"YOU'RE A HAPLESS DRAMA QUEEN! It's not that big!" Nick countered.
"Accept it Nick! That zit deserves a prize." Carol's nine year old brother yelled from behind the door. He had blown his eavesdropping cover but it was worth it.
"See all this zit juice!" Carol complained as she wiped her hand clean in his famed Bieber T- shirt.
Nick sighed, "This is pointless. I don't deserve this And THANK YOU FOR ATTACKING MY FACE!"
Carol stared at him blandly making sure to clean her face.
"Cool. Bye."
"No wait, one more thing."
His ears perked expectantly.
"There's something in your teeth." She said while withdrawing to her door.
A dejected turn later.
"I'm totally not watching the news again." Nick murmured.
"Hey, Nick." Carol called. "Come here."
He turned to meet her expressionless face.He went to her shoulders slumped and eyeing the ground. He didn't want to be toyed with
She took his hand and...
"Eeeeewwww, Carol is kissing somebody!" The little boy registered his displeasure from his stakeout zone.
Nick and Carol shot a fiery glance at the talking door.
"I want to kick the door into his chummy little face!" Nick snarled.
She glared at him and pushed him away to break their cuddle.
"He's my little brother!"
"Carol, he's evil."
"That gives yo no right!" She countered.
"He's going to be rotten forever." Nick said admitting
defeat.
Carol smirked and narrowed her eyes,
"Yes he's going to be rotten. Till I poison his water."
Before he could laugh, she leaned in again and the fireworks continued.
"I love you Hal Winston!" Nick said to himself after the kiss.
Her face straightened instantly
"Nick you're cheating? With the news guy?"
Nick's shoulders slumped once more "Oh crap, here we go again."
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Bittersweet Love
Sweet softened brown piece of choco hardly melts to dissolve, hesitant it is to address my half-filled strong liquid in the cup.
Nor honey neither milk resists the florissant combinations to immerse but this little rebellious block,
It waits unless the loving fancy silver smears it right on the walls warm clay cup.
Here now let me stir it into unison with its dear partner, and feel their passionate mating on my tongue.
©Pakhi
02.07.2020
#review #poetry #pm
Sweet softened brown piece of choco hardly melts to dissolve, hesitant it is to address my half-filled strong liquid in the cup.
Nor honey neither milk resists the florissant combinations to immerse but this little rebellious block,
It waits unless the loving fancy silver smears it right on the walls warm clay cup.
Here now let me stir it into unison with its dear partner, and feel their passionate mating on my tongue.
©Pakhi
02.07.2020
#review #poetry #pm
He knows what to buy
With his wealth of time.
He buys what is best
Though people may laugh.
He looks through their wraps
And observe what's within.
His search is for joy
But a joy that will last.
He knows what remains
Of how long he will live.
For he knows that at most:
Half decades of Saturn.
Then, his friends and his wealth
None will lie by his side.
He thinks of the day
When men will be hatched
From their graves, and become
Undying as they stand.
His limbs shake from fear
When he thinks to this scene
#AhmadMusa #poem #review
With his wealth of time.
He buys what is best
Though people may laugh.
He looks through their wraps
And observe what's within.
His search is for joy
But a joy that will last.
He knows what remains
Of how long he will live.
For he knows that at most:
Half decades of Saturn.
Then, his friends and his wealth
None will lie by his side.
He thinks of the day
When men will be hatched
From their graves, and become
Undying as they stand.
His limbs shake from fear
When he thinks to this scene
#AhmadMusa #poem #review
*SUFFERINGS*
I was born with...
Wait! What was I born with?
Yeah, remember, with ADHD.
Well, it's not a superpower;
Rather an utterly unfortunate reason behind all those sufferings;
Mental sufferings I mean!
And physical sometimes,
Due to getting bullied.
It kept me in the deep dark devilish dungeon.
I tried hard to get out of it.
But his soldiers were too strong.
Depression is his most powerful soldier,
Then comes Anxiety right after him.
And comes Confusion,
Furiously running after me.
When Depression gets tired, Anxiety and Forgetfulness takes the lead-
To hunt me, to burn me, to destroy me, to decimate me.
I tried deploying my soldiers.
Medication was one of my powerful soldiers
But alas! He failed to fight!
Though Psychology faught tooth and nail.
He was really brave.
But still ADHD destroyed him too.
~ Abhinaba Dutta😊
#review #everyone
I was born with...
Wait! What was I born with?
Yeah, remember, with ADHD.
Well, it's not a superpower;
Rather an utterly unfortunate reason behind all those sufferings;
Mental sufferings I mean!
And physical sometimes,
Due to getting bullied.
It kept me in the deep dark devilish dungeon.
I tried hard to get out of it.
But his soldiers were too strong.
Depression is his most powerful soldier,
Then comes Anxiety right after him.
And comes Confusion,
Furiously running after me.
When Depression gets tired, Anxiety and Forgetfulness takes the lead-
To hunt me, to burn me, to destroy me, to decimate me.
I tried deploying my soldiers.
Medication was one of my powerful soldiers
But alas! He failed to fight!
Though Psychology faught tooth and nail.
He was really brave.
But still ADHD destroyed him too.
~ Abhinaba Dutta😊
#review #everyone
You don't want to have what's right in front of you
Yet you despise yourself for what you don't have now
It's ironical that everyday life is passing you by
Yet you are trying to take the steering wheel somehow
When will you face the truth that they are already gone
Even when you promised them, they will never be wronged
They needed you when they needed to and that's it
If you are really responsible for yourself, then effin act it
Either you pushed them away or they left you behind
You were either a court Jester or a King of the Blind
It's not easy to let go yet you must do what you can
The longer you stay at the bottom, the more difficult it is to stand
There are so many people out there who need you
Someone to tell them that it doesnt matter at all
You have been through the worst, survived to tell your story
The more realer life is once you accept its a Memento Mori
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Yet you despise yourself for what you don't have now
It's ironical that everyday life is passing you by
Yet you are trying to take the steering wheel somehow
When will you face the truth that they are already gone
Even when you promised them, they will never be wronged
They needed you when they needed to and that's it
If you are really responsible for yourself, then effin act it
Either you pushed them away or they left you behind
You were either a court Jester or a King of the Blind
It's not easy to let go yet you must do what you can
The longer you stay at the bottom, the more difficult it is to stand
There are so many people out there who need you
Someone to tell them that it doesnt matter at all
You have been through the worst, survived to tell your story
The more realer life is once you accept its a Memento Mori
#review #poetry #The_Lost_Poet
AM I SO ATROCIOUS THAT EVERYONE LEFT ME?
WHERE I PARTED WITH SOME, OTHERS PARTED WITH ME. PRETENDING TO CARESS MY HEART THEY LEFT IT BROKEN . INTRODUCING ME TO DARKNESS THEY LEFT ME WITH BASELESS ACQUISITIONS. PERHAPS I AM INCAPABLE OF THEIR LOVE THAT THEY LEFT ME UNACCOMPANIED. HERE I WAS EXPECTING THE BEGINNING OF AN EXQUISITE BOND,THERE THEY ESCAPED…..
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WHERE I PARTED WITH SOME, OTHERS PARTED WITH ME. PRETENDING TO CARESS MY HEART THEY LEFT IT BROKEN . INTRODUCING ME TO DARKNESS THEY LEFT ME WITH BASELESS ACQUISITIONS. PERHAPS I AM INCAPABLE OF THEIR LOVE THAT THEY LEFT ME UNACCOMPANIED. HERE I WAS EXPECTING THE BEGINNING OF AN EXQUISITE BOND,THERE THEY ESCAPED…..
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The day before I die...
Let me live
The day before I cry ...
Let me laugh
The day before I ruin myself...
Let me Decorate it
The day before I feel low...
Let me think high
The day before I feel alone...
Let me have some Friend
I don't know how to draw me
or Don't know why to throw me
I'm the person Just want to Calm My agony
I don't Know how to behave
or Don't know why to hide in a cave
I'm the person just want to calm my curiosity
I'm the person dreaming a lot
Let me guess ..
Is it dream or not
I'm the person just want to heal my pain
I'm the person want to distribute what I have gain
I'm The person just want to live a while
Let me open my case
Let me solve my mystery file
I'm The person just want to live a while
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Let me live
The day before I cry ...
Let me laugh
The day before I ruin myself...
Let me Decorate it
The day before I feel low...
Let me think high
The day before I feel alone...
Let me have some Friend
I don't know how to draw me
or Don't know why to throw me
I'm the person Just want to Calm My agony
I don't Know how to behave
or Don't know why to hide in a cave
I'm the person just want to calm my curiosity
I'm the person dreaming a lot
Let me guess ..
Is it dream or not
I'm the person just want to heal my pain
I'm the person want to distribute what I have gain
I'm The person just want to live a while
Let me open my case
Let me solve my mystery file
I'm The person just want to live a while
#Vj #Poetry #Review
|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 20
CONDITION: TEEN FICTION
PROMPT:
Nick was watching tv when the news anchor said, “Nick you really shouldn’t be watching tv. You need to go talk to Carol right now. Kill her.”
"NO! Get out of my head!" His roar shook the walls.
Nick's breaths became heavier. Deeper. Even, Animalistic. His
fists morphed into jittering balls. He stared at the tv with a predator in his eyes...
"I am not going to do it!" Each word was coordinated with the hurling of the centre table into the TV's face.
Nick's knees gave out. A tear slithered down. Jaws and teeth clenched alike, he kept muttering "She doesn't deserve this! She doesn't deserve this!"
His ears picked up a subtle vibration. It was his phone. Nick's legs were jelly from the internal war he was fighting. But he was strong. He was winning...
"Hey Nick! Something's going down. It's your girl again..."
Nick felt a relapse coming. First the heavier breaths. Then the snarling. Then the pestering twitch. There wasn't much he could do. His heart had been broken. Into one too many pieces.
"Nick?" Again from the other end of the call.
"Yeah, Todd, I hear you."
"You sound like puke, you're cool?"
"You ruined my nap. I'll get you for that."
Todd chuckled, doing well to cloak his intensifying fear. Not just for Nick. For himself too. He wasn't sure where the Nick he knew was. This wasn't Nick. Yet, he understood.
"Carol's out at the park." Todd started
"Picking flowers?"
"Yes, out of a Brad's hair! He's handling your girl, Nick. He's taking her."
"No..." Nick groaned as his twitching took over.
"I...I am the one who will take her."
He snarled.
"Yo Nick, don't do anything stupid."
"Nick! Nick!!!"
Todd's yelling was useless. Nick picked his keys off the floor. He cared nothing about them as he flung the table to silence the TV.
...
Nick's Cadillac pulled up at the park. He knew exactly where Carol would be. They went there all the time. He got out of the car. Fists still clenched. With a demon in his eyes.
"Nick! Wait!"
Todd cried from the coffee shop opposite the Park's entrance.
Nick didn't stop. He moved away calmly. With the aura of an overpowering beast.
"Nick what are you going to do?" Todd asked after he caught up.
Nick smirked, "You'll see."
"I'll come with you." Todd began, placing a hand on his buddy's shoulder.
"You're not going to like that." Nick hissed. "I can assure you."
...
The surfacing of Nick chased Brad away. Carol sat stiff in the grass. Nick saw through her smile. He always did.
"Need to talk to you." He started.
"Join me in the grass?" She asked, extending her hand.
He took it and pulled her up. "I brought the car. Let's go to the river."
...
The car charged down the path through the woods.
"Nick. Nick. Nick!!" She pounded his nearest shoulder. He was going too fast. Showing no signs of stopping. River straight ahead.
Nick neither turned nor said a word. His eyes were soulless.
Carol knew it was pointless. Her first attempt at unlatching the seatbelt failed. Then the next. Then the next.
"Nick?" She said. Tears snaking down her face. It had dawned on her.
"NICK!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
She attacked once more. Pounding his shoulder. Stabbing her window with her elbows. To no avail. A one-sided smile was his reaction...
"NICK! THE RIVER! THE RIVER!!"
Nick fixed his eyes on her face. The flood of tears had displaced her makeup.
"I...loved you..."
Off the Rocky ramp the car flew.
The deed was done.
...
Nick surfaced from the water. Soaked. Arm bloodied with bits of glass stuck in his flesh. Eyes distant. One-sided smile.
"NICK!!!" Todd called. His fears propelled him to follow. His cautious driving made him lose them in the woods.
"Nick! Where is Carol?"
"She's in the car."
"Where's the car."
"It's in the river." Nick answered again.
Todd froze.
"Oh, Todd, it wasn't all bad...at least I saw her off to the gates of hell. Right where she belongs."
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DAY 20
CONDITION: TEEN FICTION
PROMPT:
Nick was watching tv when the news anchor said, “Nick you really shouldn’t be watching tv. You need to go talk to Carol right now. Kill her.”
"NO! Get out of my head!" His roar shook the walls.
Nick's breaths became heavier. Deeper. Even, Animalistic. His
fists morphed into jittering balls. He stared at the tv with a predator in his eyes...
"I am not going to do it!" Each word was coordinated with the hurling of the centre table into the TV's face.
Nick's knees gave out. A tear slithered down. Jaws and teeth clenched alike, he kept muttering "She doesn't deserve this! She doesn't deserve this!"
His ears picked up a subtle vibration. It was his phone. Nick's legs were jelly from the internal war he was fighting. But he was strong. He was winning...
"Hey Nick! Something's going down. It's your girl again..."
Nick felt a relapse coming. First the heavier breaths. Then the snarling. Then the pestering twitch. There wasn't much he could do. His heart had been broken. Into one too many pieces.
"Nick?" Again from the other end of the call.
"Yeah, Todd, I hear you."
"You sound like puke, you're cool?"
"You ruined my nap. I'll get you for that."
Todd chuckled, doing well to cloak his intensifying fear. Not just for Nick. For himself too. He wasn't sure where the Nick he knew was. This wasn't Nick. Yet, he understood.
"Carol's out at the park." Todd started
"Picking flowers?"
"Yes, out of a Brad's hair! He's handling your girl, Nick. He's taking her."
"No..." Nick groaned as his twitching took over.
"I...I am the one who will take her."
He snarled.
"Yo Nick, don't do anything stupid."
"Nick! Nick!!!"
Todd's yelling was useless. Nick picked his keys off the floor. He cared nothing about them as he flung the table to silence the TV.
...
Nick's Cadillac pulled up at the park. He knew exactly where Carol would be. They went there all the time. He got out of the car. Fists still clenched. With a demon in his eyes.
"Nick! Wait!"
Todd cried from the coffee shop opposite the Park's entrance.
Nick didn't stop. He moved away calmly. With the aura of an overpowering beast.
"Nick what are you going to do?" Todd asked after he caught up.
Nick smirked, "You'll see."
"I'll come with you." Todd began, placing a hand on his buddy's shoulder.
"You're not going to like that." Nick hissed. "I can assure you."
...
The surfacing of Nick chased Brad away. Carol sat stiff in the grass. Nick saw through her smile. He always did.
"Need to talk to you." He started.
"Join me in the grass?" She asked, extending her hand.
He took it and pulled her up. "I brought the car. Let's go to the river."
...
The car charged down the path through the woods.
"Nick. Nick. Nick!!" She pounded his nearest shoulder. He was going too fast. Showing no signs of stopping. River straight ahead.
Nick neither turned nor said a word. His eyes were soulless.
Carol knew it was pointless. Her first attempt at unlatching the seatbelt failed. Then the next. Then the next.
"Nick?" She said. Tears snaking down her face. It had dawned on her.
"NICK!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
She attacked once more. Pounding his shoulder. Stabbing her window with her elbows. To no avail. A one-sided smile was his reaction...
"NICK! THE RIVER! THE RIVER!!"
Nick fixed his eyes on her face. The flood of tears had displaced her makeup.
"I...loved you..."
Off the Rocky ramp the car flew.
The deed was done.
...
Nick surfaced from the water. Soaked. Arm bloodied with bits of glass stuck in his flesh. Eyes distant. One-sided smile.
"NICK!!!" Todd called. His fears propelled him to follow. His cautious driving made him lose them in the woods.
"Nick! Where is Carol?"
"She's in the car."
"Where's the car."
"It's in the river." Nick answered again.
Todd froze.
"Oh, Todd, it wasn't all bad...at least I saw her off to the gates of hell. Right where she belongs."
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Fear Works
I see my destination; it's beautiful.
I clearly see my vision; it's incredible.
But which staircase should I take to get there?
Two straircases; I guess I just have to dare.
At a time, you can only take one staircase...
Then that's it for the rest of the phase.
One is right, one is wrong, but which is which?
And after taking one, you cannot switch.
To switch is to quit before learning the truth.
To switch is to kill time, to stop too soon.
I see the top, the dazzling top.
I run up these stairs; I will never stop.
But I don't want to be wrong, or I'll flop.
If the staircase ends halfway and I fall off,
It'll break me—the landing won't be soft.
Lately, my confidence has been stumbling.
For quite a while now, I have been running.
I wonder if this staircase is just a cul-de-sac.
I wonder if I'm wasting life with the wrong track.
The god in my mind speaks to me often.
He makes sure I believe in my only vision.
But I want him to tell me if I'm going right.
Why don't he just sprinkle a little more light?
Going really hard for very long...
Just to discover that you were terribly wrong...
Though, will that be as painful as I think?
Probably yes, I'd shatter on some hard brick.
If I die then, I'd be remembered for trying.
If I don't die, I'd be a bird with broken wings.
I'd be forced to use my legs, the lower limbs.
Falling off has its ironic charms.
Falling off means I now know what harms.
Afterward, only the right staircase remains.
Will the fall consume me or will I step on the staircase?
Fear of falling off has never consumed me,
But fear of staying fallen is ruining me.
If any of the fears win, I become mediocre.
A normal life is too somber for me, too sober.
Well, I have a really good news to this fever.
My deepest and strongest fear is dying mediocre.
I'm not normal. I'm the devil with manners:
I lust with passion, I deceive hours.
I flame in growth, my dreams are fire.
Heart of a person, soul of a monster:
I crunch the minutes, though humble as I tire.
My sins are growing deeper and faster.
I'm too hectic for heaven anyway.
If a dead end is the truth of this staircase,
I'll fall off with a huge smile on my face.
Truly live, or die trying—no other way.
If how great I live doesn't matter,
How long I live doesn't matter.
Breathing is not living, I say.
Bite my teeth and run down the stairway.
All the way through.
All the way through.
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Fear Works
I see my destination; it's beautiful.
I clearly see my vision; it's incredible.
But which staircase should I take to get there?
Two straircases; I guess I just have to dare.
At a time, you can only take one staircase...
Then that's it for the rest of the phase.
One is right, one is wrong, but which is which?
And after taking one, you cannot switch.
To switch is to quit before learning the truth.
To switch is to kill time, to stop too soon.
I see the top, the dazzling top.
I run up these stairs; I will never stop.
But I don't want to be wrong, or I'll flop.
If the staircase ends halfway and I fall off,
It'll break me—the landing won't be soft.
Lately, my confidence has been stumbling.
For quite a while now, I have been running.
I wonder if this staircase is just a cul-de-sac.
I wonder if I'm wasting life with the wrong track.
The god in my mind speaks to me often.
He makes sure I believe in my only vision.
But I want him to tell me if I'm going right.
Why don't he just sprinkle a little more light?
Going really hard for very long...
Just to discover that you were terribly wrong...
Though, will that be as painful as I think?
Probably yes, I'd shatter on some hard brick.
If I die then, I'd be remembered for trying.
If I don't die, I'd be a bird with broken wings.
I'd be forced to use my legs, the lower limbs.
Falling off has its ironic charms.
Falling off means I now know what harms.
Afterward, only the right staircase remains.
Will the fall consume me or will I step on the staircase?
Fear of falling off has never consumed me,
But fear of staying fallen is ruining me.
If any of the fears win, I become mediocre.
A normal life is too somber for me, too sober.
Well, I have a really good news to this fever.
My deepest and strongest fear is dying mediocre.
I'm not normal. I'm the devil with manners:
I lust with passion, I deceive hours.
I flame in growth, my dreams are fire.
Heart of a person, soul of a monster:
I crunch the minutes, though humble as I tire.
My sins are growing deeper and faster.
I'm too hectic for heaven anyway.
If a dead end is the truth of this staircase,
I'll fall off with a huge smile on my face.
Truly live, or die trying—no other way.
If how great I live doesn't matter,
How long I live doesn't matter.
Breathing is not living, I say.
Bite my teeth and run down the stairway.
All the way through.
All the way through.
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DAY 21
CONDITION: NONE
PROMPT: Write a prayer
God, it's me again. I know I haven't been the best of children. But you're the best father regardless.
Momma told me you told her that I should ask for stuff. Anything I want. She said you're going to hear me. She said you're going to listen. And she said you'll give... If I'm on the good list.
Well. It's no secret. You saw what I did yesterday. Didn't go as planned. I barely came out alive. That's why I'm here.
Keisha is sick. Very sick. You shouldn't have given her a faulty heart. Her mother prays that you fix it but you don't. So I'm going to do it my way. The way father taught me.
Tonight I'm going with the guys.
Jim, Kirby, Sam and Wesley. I promise to give back. This time I will. I'll give some money to the rickety orphanage down the road. Please God. Please. Let the bank robbery come out right.
Remember. All of this is because you refuse to repair Keisha's failing heart. My little ten year old daughter is too Precious to die.
God, this is Johnny, pastor Anne Stewart's only child.
Amen.
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DAY 21
CONDITION: NONE
PROMPT: Write a prayer
God, it's me again. I know I haven't been the best of children. But you're the best father regardless.
Momma told me you told her that I should ask for stuff. Anything I want. She said you're going to hear me. She said you're going to listen. And she said you'll give... If I'm on the good list.
Well. It's no secret. You saw what I did yesterday. Didn't go as planned. I barely came out alive. That's why I'm here.
Keisha is sick. Very sick. You shouldn't have given her a faulty heart. Her mother prays that you fix it but you don't. So I'm going to do it my way. The way father taught me.
Tonight I'm going with the guys.
Jim, Kirby, Sam and Wesley. I promise to give back. This time I will. I'll give some money to the rickety orphanage down the road. Please God. Please. Let the bank robbery come out right.
Remember. All of this is because you refuse to repair Keisha's failing heart. My little ten year old daughter is too Precious to die.
God, this is Johnny, pastor Anne Stewart's only child.
Amen.
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What-ifs
What if today is my last day?
What if death is looking at me in the face,
and I haven't realized?
What if this is my last second,
my last blink,
my last breath?
What if in this instant,
my heart just stops
and my brain ceases
producing thoughts and dreams?
I know life is ephimeral
and oblivion is somehow inevitable
but honestly,
I'm not prepared to go yet,
and I fear death doesn't understand that.
Oh, inescapable death,
would you give me one more day?
I need to find my purpose
before you embrace me with your darkness.
I need to make a difference,
to leave a mark,
to be remembered.
But what if death ignores my clamor?
What if I'm gone?
Will I be cried?
Will I be missed?
Will someone revive memories of me?
The truth is I fear death
just like I fear being alive and barely feeling like living,
just like I fear my passing goes unnoticed,
just like I fear I could never discern
the reason why I am here,
right now,
in this exact time and place.
There must be a purpose to be born into this world
and a purpose to leave it.
And if I never discover it
before the black sun of death sets,
I'm afraid this tormenting what-ifs
will haunt me in my grave forever.
What-ifs
What if today is my last day?
What if death is looking at me in the face,
and I haven't realized?
What if this is my last second,
my last blink,
my last breath?
What if in this instant,
my heart just stops
and my brain ceases
producing thoughts and dreams?
I know life is ephimeral
and oblivion is somehow inevitable
but honestly,
I'm not prepared to go yet,
and I fear death doesn't understand that.
Oh, inescapable death,
would you give me one more day?
I need to find my purpose
before you embrace me with your darkness.
I need to make a difference,
to leave a mark,
to be remembered.
But what if death ignores my clamor?
What if I'm gone?
Will I be cried?
Will I be missed?
Will someone revive memories of me?
The truth is I fear death
just like I fear being alive and barely feeling like living,
just like I fear my passing goes unnoticed,
just like I fear I could never discern
the reason why I am here,
right now,
in this exact time and place.
There must be a purpose to be born into this world
and a purpose to leave it.
And if I never discover it
before the black sun of death sets,
I'm afraid this tormenting what-ifs
will haunt me in my grave forever.