Devoid

How difficult it is to survive

the emergence of the routine

that is everyday?

The madness that is to conform,

chipping and chiseling at yourself

unless someone else takes a hammer to you.

 

When that is not enough,

there will be a blade.

With your own hands if not others’,

it will go inside and empty you

of what you were.

 

And then when all that is to be done,

I will present myself to them.

A deformed, and wretched version of what I once was.

Devoid of anything that was me,

devoid of anything that had unparalleled value.

 

A hollow, twisted trophy

to what they are capable of,

and a testament of my own inability.

This is what I shall offer.

 

When they’re looking at me,

beaming and proud

at the handiwork they asked for,

I will smile.

 

The smile will not be enough

and I shall laugh.

 

Laugh until hurts,

laugh in a manner that is unrestrained.

Laugh at the memory of who I could have been,

laugh at who I have become.

 

And then I will laugh because

I will be the only one laughing for it.

There will be no one there

to appreciate why.

 

And before my laugh merges

with theirs, I will know

that the joke is on them.

 

Written for day 3 of NaPoWriMo. The prompt was to use non Greco-Romian mythology. I couldn’t come up with anything, I chose the option to free style. Using an old poem of mine that has not been on the blog.

 

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Into the abyss

When I stood at the edge of the abyss,
I closed my eyes and
fell into it with open arms.
Drifting through its vast emptiness.

When I opened my eyes
I saw in the infinite
what I couldn’t see up close.
Other souls like mine.

Souls that celebrated their being,
questioned the infinte
and saw beyond the fear of boundaries.
It was like falling in love.

NaPoWrimo

Written for Day 2 of NaPoWriMo. The prompt was to write a poem based on the quotation given by the Bibliomancy Oracle. My quotation is :

If you wander far enough
you will come to it
and when you get there
they will give you a place to sit

from “Oh No” by Robert Creeley

The first prompt for NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) is to write an Ekphrastic Poem. Ekphrasis is the description of a piece of art.

 

One of my favorite artists is Alice Zhang. Some of her works on pop culture are simply wonderful. I am using this work of hers which is titled as “An Ocean of Oil”

Laugh now,

but know that I shall sow the seeds

of vengeance,spite and envy

and wait. Patiently.

I shall water them, nurture them

and let them grow in to big large trees .

And when then when they bear fruits,

I shall set the whole thing on fire.

I shall watch it burn,

and with it

burn every bit of this place to ash.

When there is nothing else left to burn,

I shall finally dance.

 

 

Thanks to Janaki for telling me about NaPoWriMo