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I picked sea shells crusted with white

pickled in ancient ocean spice

I dug my toes in, it felt nice

till a crab crawled up for some light

and gave me a terrible fright

My three year old lungs yelled out loud

spraying sand and shells all around

I lost my balance and flat fell

face down on that crawling crab shell

running my little pride aground

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Mindfills by s.s. for

Reena’s exploration challenge #159 – slice of your life ….framed on the wall. What would you like to see there

Ronovan Writes Decima challenge – fright in A rhyme

Crimsons Creative challenge

“Be grateful for your past, it has given you joy or taught you lessons

Accept the present, this moment is a gift, a marvel in itself.

Dream for the future, work towards it.. however small or big, spectacular or trivial, your desires are”

It was nice to pen down how I want to live life and how I would want to live on in the minds of people very close to me.

In response to Reena’s Exploration Challenge #159 . Thanks for hosting it Reena

Day 30 OctPoWriMo

Prompt: I am…

Form: Free verse

I am not what you think
I am not even really what I actually think I am

I am not what the world wants me to be
I seep under the skin where I can’t be seen but only felt

I am not just my words most days
my expanse is way beyond them
though, my words are very much me

I am not only someone in relation to others
I am me before all relations

I am
a suspended wave
a hurricane in the making
sometimes a river in spate
yet, insatiable

an exclamation in anticipation of a full stop
a worn out book
with some still unturned pages

an answer to unasked questions
a question to all answers
sometimes an adrift statement

an unpeeled orange
an unbitten apple
or maybe somewhat like the watermelon

an enigma
so predictable

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #159 for the week is quite an interesting one. I always have this question at the back of my mind, ‘How will I be remembered?’

Through this post, I might walk you through my life on a more personal level, because the topic sounded more personal.
Imagine a slice of your life, or the whole personality framed on the wall. What would you like to see there?

Well, there’s definitely a wide gap of probably five feet between how I want to see my personality framed on the wall versus how my family perceive me as an individual.

I think myself to be a simple human without much expectations. Give me love anyday over any materialistic thing (sweets might be an exception😋), you’d have me tied around your little finger.

This frame here would rightly be me, if I were to make one for myself, as…

The boundaries between mist and light,
time and dreams, seems porous, slight
in memories, thoughts dim, but feelings brighten
not where or when, but why we’re frightened
in the night, death comes close, as senses heightened
to scream beware—

before you vanish from that liminal space
where hours dash, and you wear another’s face
knowing you are you but not, and you forgot
to take a test or you’re lost, or haven’t brought
that thing, you know–or maybe not,
but where

do you go in this maze of a house,
and who is he, surely not your spouse–
but oh, what’s he’s doing feels so good,
and you think you shouldn’t, you wouldn’t, but you would
until they stare,

the people, they’re monsters, with giant teeth
and what is that, behind the door, beneath
the bed, not Grandmom, not husband, or lover,
scary creatures, they grimace, and hover
and you…

Mirrors reflect the soul and because vampires are the undead, they have no souls as their soul has passed on to the next world.  For this reason, vampires have trouble shaving. 

In the Cream song ‘Swlabr’ aka She Was Like A Bearded Rainbow, the picture has a mustache and you’ve got that rainbow feel, but the rainbow has a beard.

Written for Reena’s Exploration Challenge 159 – framed on the wall.

there’s nothing special
in my uniqueness
just a human doing life
born, living, crashing, burning
resurrecting when it’s been enough

i want to love continuously
while needing to be loved
when the harshness needs eased
the years a cycle of up and down
hopefully with you by my side

in the frame you picture me
i’m not notable
not a hero or filled with wisdom
just owning enough guts for the years
lived by me

As I delve deep

I go goggle eyed as I google

I am sucked into a black hole of information

where celestial bodies’ gravitational force becomes infinite

technological event horizon seems nearer

because of the accelerating progress of technology

and its exponential growth

I stare stupefied at the blinking computer screen

trying to wrap my head around the scientific mumbo-jumbo

pausing for the scientific terms to permeate my unscientific brain

when suddenly it goes blank automatically

to turn on to show a funeral in progress

I furiously reprimand self for imagining things

and get up for a cup of espresso to clear my fogged mind

when the espresso machine spews scalding liquid on my hand

I know it is too much of a coincidence!

when I hear a rumble,

with an uncanny prescience I know the washing machine has turned rogue

and it is certainly not my febrile fertile imagination

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #158

PROMPT #158- Singularity

Super human intelligence is here

you will be outdated

they try to scare me

I am already scared

I rely too much on

my smartphone for information

than my own brain

which has punished me

by refusing to keep memories as before

But

what really concerns meis

will my equation with my loved ones will change

will my mind stop reading what they want to convey

Will I run for my phone to

read what their every gesture means

isn’t that the height of

horrible singularity