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The Bell

By: @amiordinary

Was her feet ever this fast?

Ray was never convicted for something in her life, but this atrocious day felt as if she was an inmate on her deathrow— a pig on its way to getting butchered.

"Next! ", her instructor dully cried while clicking the notorious silver bell. Again, and again, she moved to a ‘next question’ before her mind could even process the previous one. Her writing became so squiggly, it was almost unrecognizable.

When she reached the last question, she was awakened from the deafening sound of an alarm that filled her room.

Finally, her first day begins.

#drabble #2024 #writing #spilled words #inkstay #classical conditioning

amiordinary

Families are the roots of life.

From the moment you laid your eyes upon the world, they had always been there by your side. The moment you take your first crawl, first step, and first words, they were always there to support you and share their joy with you. You were a new life yet they had always been patient with every small step you take, every mistake you make.

Through thick and thin, through happiness and pain. A family will always be there to accept you, nurture you, cherish you, and love you. No matter how old or young you are, you will always be a part of them that will be treasured forever. After all, that is what family is. A treasure cannot be sold yet no diamond could ever exceed its value. Priceless yet build with thousands of memories, tears, and waves of laughter. A place you can learn, a place you can be who you are and a place where no mistakes can define you. Home.

Dec 08, 2020 // Photo taken in 2019.

amiordinary

The most unexpected part is that she passed away last January 27, 2022. I missed you.

domemescountaspoetry

Twilight Years

We sit upon a precipice of hope And wait until the dawn arrives. Squinting into the pinkish light of day, We ignore the damage to our eyes. Foolishly putting our lives on pause Until the hour when we will surmise That clocks still move though we are standing still, And we’ve misjudged the color of the skies. The rosy hue of morning’s cheek is bright, Though far behind. Wrinkles cloud your sight. This is the orange that fades to night.

jsydbrantley

“She smiled. In that smile he saw a lifetime of joy. Not without pain, but through it. A smile that was strong and bold, patient and kind. A smile that could win battles and change hearts with love.”

— from “The Drawing” by Jennie S. Brantley

dg-fragments

She smiled, in that smile he melted for held within that beautiful curve of her lips were the feelings and emotions she felt within her heart and he could feel them speaking to him. A smile that spoke of the battles she had been through and the hope she withheld inside her for the coming times. A smile that was capable of loving and making him fall in love all over again.

- DG

i have never seen the night sky this beautiful. every star blinked as if there was no tomorrow. the patterns the stars created were also clear and comforting. the lightning after each meteor were soft and subtle to the mind. i saw eight meteors tonight and it was a reason enough to say it was a wonderful night. dear, good night.

December 14, 2020.

#2020 #stars #poeticstories #writerscramp #poets on tumblr #meteors #bitsofstarglow #poetryportal #night

jade-fox-deactivated20230511

Let’s sit quietly beside eachother and watch the world go by,

I know I can’t erase those scars on your heart but I’ll kiss them on the days they cry.

-JF-

heartofmuse

The essence of true bonding is mutual vulnerability and trust.

e.v.e.

In the Philippines, your Godparents give you aguinaldo every Christmas, it can be in the form of money or gift but money is the most usual which everyone likes. The sad part is some kids only remember to visit or talk to their Godparents when they want that aguinaldo. So I wrote this poem dedicated to them. Some may relate to it and some may not but I would love to share this spoken poetry to everyone as an eyeopener. Have a good night.

December 12, 2020.

#filipino #christmas #poem #spoken poetry #use the tag poeticstories to have your work seen here #writer #culture #tradition #poeticstories #poetry #poets on tumblr

prinsomnia

first we get the sinigang

robertjw4688

jldoubleu

your love arrived at my doorstep unexpectedly.

my past connections with love drove me to locking the front door.

The inside of my home did not feel homely anymore.

Dust arrived and the windows were closed.

Love had no place here, I was scared of being exposed.

I begged and asked why no one was knocking nowadays.

I paused.

I reflected.

And I sensed my love to give imprisoned in the basement being neglected.

Years of discomfort and disappointment I finally opened my eyes.

I stopped believing the lies and I now know love cannot be invited until I unlock the basement door.

Finally, my love is free.

It feels like the first day of spring.

I open the windows, I clear my space, I hear the birds loudly sing.

I reintroduce myself to love.

And it’s funny how the flight attendant always says “place your mask on first, before assisting others.”

I get it now. I have rediscovered that I first must love me so that I may love you.

I hear a knock and you are there. Standing tall. Bright blue eyes. Flowers in hand.

You shower me with peace.

You hold me in truth.

Your love is brighter than the stars.

Your touch is tender.

Your voice so calming.

I am ready to open the door.

“Welcome home.” I say “I’ve been waiting for you.”

December 11, 2020

justscribbledwords

Beauty was never a tag given to me, neither was pretty. I do remember being called fat, a lot. Though not always the same word but yes that was my tag. And it was also a fact.

So am I allowed to feel bad about do it or do I need to put on a brave face and dismiss a fact? Why can’t it be a fact and why can’t I be allowed to feel bad about it?

For me fat has always been just a word until people started to tell me that it was a bad word for me and that I should dismiss it.

Why do I have to believe that I am beautiful in my own way no matter what, when I know I am not and I am okay with it. Or at least I was until you all came along and told me I wasn’t supposed to be okay with it. And now I am not.

creatingnikki

Maintaining a fine balance between staying in the present and not forgetting that I have a tomorrow. That's what I'm trying to learn. And it makes me go crazy most days. But at least I've moved out of the toxic yet comforting shelter of the past. That's an achievement I want to acknowledge. Because if I acknowledge my struggles, I need to be fair and see the whole picture. I need to be fair to myself. No one else ever has been and I don't expect any one to in the future either. See! I'm thinking of tomorrow. But shit also of the past? But that's not the point. Thinking and lingering are two very different things. Noticing the nuance is all I have.

amiordinary

me for the whole 2020