Empty

 

Crumpled pieces of ink stained paper sums up all of the words

He wanted to fit in one sentence.

He didn’t realize how frustrating it was to establish a decent paragraph

Especially when his head spins with different ideas and his heart feels

Extraordinary feelings

All at once.

 

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In response to the DAILY PROMPT

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The Ghost Girl

I hope you be the companion you expect other people to be towards you.

You never really saw her

Cause if you did

You would realize that her eyes were a little puffy

She wasn’t day dreaming

Her eyes were hazy not because her mind was in

Another world

That wasn’t calm you saw in her face

It was loneliness.

 

You never really saw her

Cause if you did

You would see that she had

A little bruise below her eyes

She must have wiped her tears too much.

It wasn’t her pink liner that gave that

Faint color

It was a wound.

 

You never really saw her

Cause if you did

You would make out the words

That she just said

That goodbye didn’t mean

See you later.

It actually meant

See you never.

 

You never really saw her

Because you were busy

Sweeping your eyes past her

While she looks at you with love

While she spoke to you with tenderness

 

Now you weep because she’s gone.

 

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In response to the DAILY PROMPT.

Almost Perfect

She kept her eyes open so she could memorize every single detail of his face.

 

She stared at him, careful not to drop the tear hanging from her eyes as she moved. She pumped her hips as she smiled. She could feel his hands from her behind. This was the moment she had been waiting for. The sky cried with delight and it was cold, but her desire burned like the sun. Her feelings gushed all at the same time; of happiness, sadness, anticipation, lust, longing and love. If I could just make time stand still, she thought.

 

She tried to move her lips but it stayed shut. She kept her smile; she wanted to be remembered that way. He was divine… and staring, smiling and being frozen in time just like that didn’t matter to her.

 

If he’d whispered or murmured, she couldn’t remember, but she clearly saw the words formed on his lips. I love you, it said. I love you; she murmured back and looked away. Her tears fell as she embraced the man she adores. It was perfect; if not that they fell in love at wrong time.

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In response to the DAILY PROMPT.

Open Your Eyes

“Close your eyes. Look around you and tell me what you see.”

 

“Monkeys. Monkeys with heads made of out of clay, carrying bag full of paper constantly looking at their watches which are made of silver and gold… yet, the numbers on these watches aren’t there. They glance past things with a sweep of their eye, never really looking.

 

I see beggars dressed like gods in clothes made of paper as expensive as diamonds. Rags with empty pockets. And they smile through gritted teeth… like something very painful is going on their heads.

 

Boxes… illuminated by bright light preoccupying the grinning monkeys like their whole life depends on it. I see chains, dangling and crisscrossing everywhere, like everybody is tied with one other. They look choked up.

 

Flowers… once bloomed but are now scattered like leaves, lifeless on the ground. Dragged by the wind into the trash, mingling with the garbage. It is a paradise of white and gray. Of black and a darker black. Pavements are made of spiky glass and slippery filth. This is their kingdom.”

 

“Now open your eyes and look at the mirror, tell me what you see.”

 

“My head is made of clay.”

It has become appallingly obvious that our technology has exceeded our humanity.

– Albert Einstein

 

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In response to the Daily Prompt.

Do Souls Have Tears?

“When I die and you’re not where I am, please have the heart to record your eulogy and send it to my funeral. Make it beautiful, so beautiful that my eyes would well up with tears.”

“I couldn’t make you cry. You’re already dead.”

“Do it, so my soul would.”

As to how long your soul would last on the premises of the living for you to hear what I have to say about you and somehow touch your soul, I wouldn’t know. Nonetheless, I have nothing to lose if I try. Maybe I haven’t told you that when I was younger, I used to write my prayers, wishes and secret messages on a piece of paper, burn it as soon as I finish, hoping the wind would carry my words and whisper it to God’s ear. I thought it was faster than prayers, so I considered doing that for you…

But if I did, no one would ever know how lovely and lively, how tragically beautiful, how witty and fun you were. I guess the world deserves to know.

For all those times you stood awake, even in the 5-hour time gap, thank you. Though things have not been good to us all the time, you were one of those people who chose to stay, accepting me for who I was, who I am and who I’m not.  I will definitely miss your encouraging words. The comforting assurance you give when everything doesn’t seem to be on track. I will miss how you carefully choose your words and make things easy. I will miss the thought of you just being there, whether we are talking or not. Maybe we forget the value of a person when we know that they are always available and I’m sorry… for not being able to reach out as often as you do.

We could’ve done so much if distance was cut short. We could’ve gone places, ate too much and sang an awful lot of 80 and 90’s love songs only people like us would relate to. I could’ve seen you push yourself to fit on a jean which is one size short or squeeze yourself in a skirt. It would have been hilarious and worth remembering… because it would be with you.

I think the world deserves to know how strong you were, how enduring your spirit was. You were one heck of an Incredible Hulk. You bore sorrow and carried a lot of burdens. You have cried tons, got disappointed one circumstance too much, grieved, mourned… and yet you stood up fighting. You may have come out crying amidst all the inconvenience that the world threw but you, you came out fighting. And if that doesn’t make you a wonderful woman, I don’t know what will.

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Because in this life and even on the next, you will always be in my heart.

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In response to the Daily Prompt.