This is a piece that was working on for quite a while. It was intended for Picture it & Write, but this item has been long gone. I will still upload the picture. Have a read.
Being Happy is ideally the most important thing to most. Well, to some it’s simply just making it by, that keeps them ‘happy’. What really is true happiness? One may never know, unless one accepts that the beacon of true happiness lies within oneself. It has been a long haul over the past months. Many challenges, struggles, tears, misunderstandings and too much more to mention. What is the true meaning of life? How should our life be? Does it mean that we are to pursue our dreams and happiness to the very extent where we lose a part of us that has been keeping us happy through the past? Should it be a dedication to fulfil promises and dead deals made with the devil? Can those deals and promises be broken to correct the wrong?
Her screams said it all; shattering colored memories, there was no need for words anymore. I slammed the door behind me, hoping to conceal her anger within the four walls that was once our home. She cared no more about home; all that lingered in there was the mere shudder of ‘nothingness’. Time washed us away; now a faded piece of art. I was scared, but what on earth should scare a man? A man should never be scared of anything, to be a man, is to be brave. For some reason I was scared of losing her, I ran. A scared man, running. A poor excuse. Life never makes decisions for us, everyone is given a fair turn to be as great as he pleases, and to make anything that matters to him, great as he wants it to be. It is all in the power of one’s self to make those great dreams realities, to take life by the head and soar. But at times, we experience sour days, where we fall flat on our faces, thus making those great dreams nothing more than great heights. I continue to run.
‘Where am I running to?’
‘What is going to be the bottom line to this?’
There was no time to figure out that now, all I wanted to do is run. Far away. There is this simple hope within, that maybe if I run long enough I’d be able to shed every pain step after step. So I picked up pace, the faster my legs move, the faster the pain will shed. I can still hear her voice resounding in my head, all her words, they’re like knives. All of the sour days are now supposed to be lemonade? I can surely do with a good jug of lemonade right now. Most things are easier said than done. Is it that everything turns sour because of just one act? No, to every action, they will be a reaction. It takes thousands of dust particles to make a window dirty. After a while, day after day, without being cleaned daily, dust builds up. And there you see a dirty window. It’s the same with life, after a while words are exchanged, deeds are done, and no one takes the time to look back and say sorry. We all hold some grudges, remember some unforgiven action, and then throw it back like ninja darts at one another. It doesn’t take one day, nor one action, nor one word. It takes more.
This feeling is beginning to eat my soul, all this running was doing nothing but shedding my energy. I needed to rest. I throw myself in the rich green meadow engulfing my path, slowing making sense of the gloomy blue blanket covering the sky. It has this hopeful look about it, despite the distant sighting of black demon like birds hovering above. Reminded me a lot of my past, those days after school where I’ll sit on the steps and wait until someone comes home to open the front door. Alone, with the neighbors watching, etching in their minds thoughts that were malicious about my parents. ‘Poor boy have to sit there waiting, waiting on what? Can’t even do anything right’. All I could have done was stare into a blue blanket up above, thinking of the future. A hopeful sky, fumes of the present burning blue flames as the sun sets. My eyes would grow weary and nestle slowly in its home. The sound of a car door closing would scamper them open, and my legs would pull my body up and run towards my mum, with my bag-pack strapped to my waist. She would greet me with a smile, and a slight look of confusion. We would never exchange dialogues of my ‘waits’, even though I would give a disgruntled grin from time to time.
I can hear them now, screeches so loud it was nerve wrecking. My eyes red, all I can see now, is red. I feel myself drifting away, in a vision dark enough to throw me off a cliff. All the memories, I wish I could have leave them there with her. I couldn’t, but I now began to run again. I picked myself up and grazed through the dirt, splinters tearing away my flesh leaving droplets of the fresh red on rich green. These demon like birds were getting closer, they were ready to take everything from me. They were everywhere, dashing through the field, aiming right at my precious memories. My heart races through the meadow, they can sense fear, and boy were they preparing to feast. I run, and run and continue to keep pushing. I was out of the field now; there, they were distracted by something yellow.
My tired legs dragged me towards a small stump by the small river stream beside the field, overlooking the sunset. I took a deep breath and close my eyes for just one second. As I opened them slowly I saw her image once more. She was there, standing in her favorite jeans. It fits her just the way she liked, curved and skin tight. She whispered something to me, a sound that I couldn’t make sense of. It was too loud to hear her. In this vast solitude, it was too loud to hear her. The nearby fog was getting to my eyes. She just disappeared within a blink. It was time to head back home. I was infected with thoughts that kept hovering in my mind like spaceships. Speech conceived from anger adds ignition to the fire; such desires gets so intense, consuming everything in its path leaving nothing but regret and molten truth. It is with this that we experience a drop of confidence and start to question everything we do and don’t do. Life which was once built on a rock now splits into a landslide full of mudslinging, bruises and shame. There is hardly anything left which you can reconstruct into something meaningful, all that’s left is mere nothingness.
<to be continued>
So I was on the Store’s couch a day in last week; to be precise, let’s say about April 29th. I was paying attention to my little own business, helping out my Best Friend with a male customer who was looking at cardigans. I got bored for like a few milliseconds and decided to just turn my head a bit, i took a look outside.
What i saw was unbelievable. There she was, the store clerk from a store up in front of ours. She was parading down the corridor, all calm and everything. But what i saw made me screamed out “OMG”! in my mind; or so i thought. Actually it wasn’t just in my mind, because the guy in the store heard me. His facial expression was priceless. That ‘Is he ok?’ kinda look. He was trying to conceal it, i guess he pretended that he didn’t hear, or just couldn’t tell where the cheesey queer “OMG” came from. I was so shocked, but i managed to compose myself. This shouldn’t be taken for granted that I’m easily startled, because i’m not. Or maybe……umm that’s for another day.
Anyways, what happened was that Her dress was tucked into her underwear, and half of her butt was showing. I freaked, because i thought she was putting on a show. I couldn’t tell what kind of person she really was, until when someone told her about it, she was devastated! And was so embarrassed, because there were three guys in the store opposite her. I have a feeling only i saw. I gave her friend, who was relaying the situation with me later, some confidence that it was just me. I really hope so. The guy who was shopping didn’t say anything, but i want to suspect he ‘suspects’ something. (Laughing out loud). Anyway, so he left quietly after. But to this day i would crack myself with laughter.
To my friends who are women, please be careful when you’re leaving the washroom, especially when you’re wearing something short.
Over the years i’ve managed to make this recollection of a few words that to me speak thousands. It is with time that this list will increase, as i battle with a bad memory. Do consider your true intents, and continue to discover who you are. To put this on paper was inspired by one of my favourite Author ; Maya Angelou. After reading a short paragraph from her, i began to think of my own lessons.
I’ve learned that holding on to the past won’t get you anywhere, you have to decide to move on and keep your chin up. I’ve learned that even if you had a bad childhood, you can’t blame your parents for that, because you will just end up even more bitter, thus pushing away those who are there for you. I’ve learned that loving someone is easier said than done, love requires patience, respect, compromise, and hardwork. I’ve learned that words can be used as a very sharp weapon, that create wounds which may never heal. I’ve also learn that wounds do heal with three things; time, care and serenity. I’ve learned that people will not stay forever in your life, they come for a period, do what needs to be done and then move on with theirs; you shouldn’t stop them from doing so. I’ve learned that happiness will follow hardships, and that life will be a roller-coaster, with many challenges and obstacles, which without will not be Life. I’ve learned that they are Angels on Earth, and we call them soulmates, bestfriend & buddies. I’ve learned that regardless of the pain you’re going through, you must bear a smile, because there will always be someone else out there with a greater pain than yours. I’ve learned that its is important to pray, even if its for 60,000 milliseconds, which is just 1 minute. I’ve learned that i will continue to learn as the days go by, and will continue to make mistakes, for i am human. And i’ve learned to respect the fact that I am Human, and that i live amongst humans, who has the capability to laugh, love, live and forgive. Most importantly i’ve learned that it is true, that people will forget what you’ve done, what you’ve said, but will never forget how you make them feel. I’ve learned that someone’s feelings are important, especially when you’re sharing a life with them.
Now this is a short excerpt. This doesn’t mean i’ll just pass by once in a year and spark this page up a bit. Time Management is also not one of my strong suits. Something many of us are guilty of. I’ve learned to keep going, keep writing, you should too.
Yet to another flight of ships
That rode the sea on Monstrous tides;
Eyes glimmering with Cheshire smiles
Bouncing, fading through her light
In the deep
They speak, she listens
“Aye Laddies, sweet mercy, we’re here”
Shouts of hungry men dive through the crackling waves
Laughter resembling thunder
Plunder upon her rocky shores.
Her soft sweet siren narrowed out
Men, million, have passed
But heard of never again.
They furrowed through the tides
Like a puppet on strings, craving her sweet soft call of home
She speaks, they listen
‘I’ll take care of you, bosom yourself in my dreams’
Bellowing in the distance, lassoing the ships
Into midair sailing through death cries of broken fantasies
Begging from her rocky shores.
The laughter of men that spun a web
Of screams that died a slow death.
Their eyes melt into the deep abyss
Scouring for an answer to this mass deception
That stood in front of them tall, striking, shameless…
Illusory glee danced off her slender body
Consuming menfolk whose hands held on to their lives;
Her rising waves snatched them out of the sky like sharks
Hauling them deep into death itself.
By Treshan 🙂
A beautiful poem. Really ignited a spark within me.
Breath for breath
As the horizon radiates its glimmer
The distant land begins to stir with life,
The glimmer turns to warmth
the life turns to churn the land to feed
The warmth glares with heat
The life steals the life
For one life to thrive the other life seize
Who sets the rule where the justice
What the game is?
By Shashi Moore
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Well here i am here, once again. Ready to Blog. Blog what? Sincerely don’t know. But i’m tired of sitting saying that ‘I can wait to start this new short story’ or ‘I can’t wait to unravel a poem!’. Sigh! … I;’ll just write. I’ll just blog whatever comes to mind, sincerely, because I miss writing. I miss using my thoughts and creating words from them, while i read the writing of others, something would usually spark in me. Then after a few days it will die. I want to ignite this spark by myself. So I’m pleased to be back. Hi Followers! ….