Showing posts with label pyrite. Show all posts

Literary (Submission): Random Encounter




When our eyes met, I knew that it was gonna start again.

“Wild Crushie appeared!”
“Go! You!”
“What will you do?”

Everything happened so quickly that I needed to think fast too.
She’s right in front of me now and I have no choice but to "Fight" for my dignity.
Maybe a little tease would catch her off guard.

“You used Attract!”

I winked and blew a joking kiss at her.
I blushed harder than I should have when she did this to me last time.
I think now's the time for some revenge.

“But it failed!”

My jaw dropped.
Nothing happened!
How does she keep such a straight face?

“Wild Crushie used Charm!”

She waited a few seconds before she moved again.
She held her arms to her chest, shuddered, and squealed while teasingly blushing.
She caught my flying kiss and softly threw it back to me.

“Your attack harshly fell!”

I froze with my jaw still dropped.
My eyes widened.
I couldn’t speak.

“What will you do?”

There’s nothing left for me but to "Run".
I tried to turn back from embarrassment.
I avoided her gaze as much as I could.

“Can't escape!”

She tried to keep eye contact with me.
Every time I turned away, she followed my gaze.
I hope she didn’t notice me shaking.

“Wild Crushie used Disarming Voice!”

She started laughing.
Her chuckle was so cute yet so painful.
I still couldn’t move and my face was burning.

“A critical hit!”
“It's super effective!”
“What will you do?”

How come I still got teased even when I struck first?
She can counter me so well that my attempts don’t matter anymore.
I need to "Run" away while I still can.

“Got away safely!”

Just you wait, someday I’ll get back at you.

Literary (Submission): A Poem Cannot Be Read The Same Way Twice




To write a poem is a landscape of the past and
the future at the same time. Yet it is nothing
but a mere poem even now, is it not? As if
we are left with nothing but our capacity
to think, to feel, to love in experiences where
we are the only ones who can. Experiences
in which we are the only ones who understand,
that in questioning the context we have and the
language we use, we get to see a different world.
Even if we are bound to the limits of our
own minds and forms, and our memories, we still see
this. This poem. And without a doubt we feel at home.

Literary: Dysfunction




11am to 12pm
It’s that time of the day again
There’s no reason to pretend
I’m very much tired


Setting up
Everything seems too quiet
An anxious atmosphere stirs
Will we make it?


Game plan
Will we follow what’s written?
Can we just do what we can?
Guess we'll find out later


Camping out
We're now in position
Like a squadron in the desert
It's too hot out here


Waiting
Here they come
The first wave is near
It's time to get ready


Hope
We'll fight the fight and win the war
We'll do our best to get some more
Until we exhaust everything


Competition
We're getting ourselves all over the place
Exchanging values here and there
It's probably getting nowhere


Following systems
We're taking orders of different kinds
An ironic chaos of calculations
Hopefully we'll surpass this


Begging
Extreme moments call for drastic measures
We can get through this if we plead to our gods
Truly, we're very much tired


Report
This is the moment of truth
Have we reached what we were aiming for?
Let's see the results


Break-even
Passing the threshold is like a dream
Pushing our limits has worth, it seems
Yet are we satisfied?


No
A double black eye wasn't worth it
The degree of stress wasn't worth it too
I'm just very much tired

Literary: In Me Are Questions x With My Resolution




In Me Are Questions

In my ears
All I hear are your words
Stinging and rough
They’ve never come out of your lips this way

In my words
Apologies are laced through
Confused and rushed
I don’t know how much damage I’ve done

In my mind
I know we’re over
Done and ended
Can never be anything more

In my heart
Hurt pumps within the veins
Pounding and heavy
You’ve let me go, I’ll do the same for you

Yet I ask
Is there still hope
For this heart that’s burdened?
For this heart to love again?

Yet I ask
Is change possible
For my foolish, deceitful words?
For these thorns to turn into soft leaves?

Yet I ask
Will wounds heal
From the words you said?
From the memories that inflicted pain?

With My Resolution

With my words
You hear it loud and clear
Earnest and frank
I don’t want it to come out this way

With my ears
Apologies are cut off
Upset and indignant
You don't understand the damage you still do

Within my mind
I keep on looking for reasons as I end it
Doubting and believing
That there's nothing left for us

Within my heart
I feel it throbbing as it tightens
Pressured yet I feel numb
I’ve let you go, and you should do the same for me

Yet I say
Could this be for the best?
For this heart that's broken
For this heart to mend again?

Yet I say
Could I have done this differently?
For my judgmental, too honest words
For this punishment to become a pardon?

Yet I say,
My wounds will never completely heal
From the things you've done that ended up harming me,
From moments that I'd never want to go back to ever again