RAIN-BOW

We were happy together. We got comfortable with each other that even flatulating, burfing, and munching loudly weren’t a big deal for us anymore. We were not getting turned off to whatever awkward deeds we were able to hear. We had struggles which we both got through and I wasn’t expecting us to break down.

Every single thing was like a calm sea that brought wild waves in an unexpected time; and all I could just remember was the roaring of sweet words and ‘I love you’s….until the deafening silence had shouted to my ears—not to yours I must think. Ut was like the sun that brights shine until heavy rain had fallen. I got wet but the water that my clothes sucked burden me. The rain stopped. I looked up above the gloomy heavens–expecting a rainbow to shape in arc. But it was sunlight that brightened me up and my shirt was dried anew.

Promise’s Words

​”Sometimes, you don’t do favor and effort for me. Sometimes, my words are just wasted with your nonstop reasons.”

– Promise

Dystopia

Dystopia

Descriptive Essay of ReymbowNarrow

What I see today after few more impatient and tortured years.

     A paradise that was spawned by the shunned warning of the 1970’s.

     The sun that was once warm and had not harmed skins is now embrowning our surface. Whenever I touch the sea water, it provokes me by its heat. The grass where I supposed to lay on and the leaves that the water drops–made as a sliding seat before they drop–are now like beggars or lost forest hunters who are in need of a lake; like a camel, to drink.

     The sun that we were excited to gaze upon every morning; like children that are excited whenever the clown is entertaining, is now the reason why we hide inside the luxurious lodges and houses with expensive air conditions for us not to see and to be frightened of it.

     As I pass by, I see people struggling and fighting for the last drop because of appetency for water. They carry their own bottles and jars fulfilled of toxic liquids wherever they go. They walk as their feet are full of dusts. They are deluged by their own sweat. Air expels out of the aged are restraining–caused by the severe heat and pollution–brings serious obstruction to live, especially for the desert farmers. Aside from they do not benefit anymore from their sowed grains and corns or cactus in the unproductive fields, they venture or worst–get killed by stroke.

     All the things on Earth seem to smoke, peel, and blow away from its exterior–near to see its very core; all turns into ashes.

     This is our paradise; our second paradise, or altered paradise. A free and safe home–also known as dystopia–that silently and slowly killing the living creatures. From preventing and keeping people to live, now, it’s breaking us down itself. A dystopia which burns us all into death and currently, we are suffering from this hell. This is what we call change–a new adaptation from our comfort zone.

     We–ourselves–drilled, drowned and dragged our very own protection. Therefore, we now regret! We regret, notwithstanding, for the returning back of the Eden no matter how we know how impossible it is.

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Photo credits to the owner. Photo via google.

Unsure

​I’m hesitant;

I hesitate,

I doubt;

I’m not sure.

I worry;

I’m afraid.

Once I’ve done it,

I’ll just regret.

‘Cause I can’t be the best of me.

I have nothing to be proud of;

neither they do.

Oh, I forgot, I doubt it again.

© ReymbowNarrow

Tired of Haters?

You keep on saying that one of your priorities are your friends yet you care more about what your enemies tell about you. You try to prove something to make your enemies envy you and that they will swallow their words which they vomit behind your back.

My goodness!

Just hear your friends out and take their advices! Do it! It won’t change you. Your haters do.

Know your priorities very well. Think twice before you include something to what is written on your list of things to keep with you as you travel your journey; because, you might forget something as you overthink of other stuffs that you just want to bring.

Why? Because when you reach your destination, you might just return back to where you are from just because you forget what you really need. You will just waste costs.

You yourself are just the one who makes your life so complicated. I would’ve just shaken my head in disbelief.

I say this because I am one of what you might have forgotten.

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Innovate Like Machine

​Do you know why machines are being innovated? Because they work hard and they have the discipline. They may differ in use; but atleast, they function.

Invisibly Alive

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Keep

I think and act in a childish way before,
Until the day you bothered my previous lore,

My innocent, silly, and naughty attitude

With a grouchy mood.

I’ve uttered you rude and harsh words,

But you didn’t say any single word.

I’ve always made you hurt.

Instead hate, you started to court.

I hate your signs.

I did push you several times,

Until you hit me of one of your lines,

That you love me a thousand times.

Now, I am starting to fall,

Though lot of hindrances and walls.

But still you keep on making me smile

And seek until you could walk me on the aisle.

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