Because Cliches are More Than Words

It's indescribable, this feeling--a jumble of adjectives, a cacophony of emotions, an ocean of being.

It's when I look over at you to see you smiling at me; when you thread my fingers through yours because you claim my hand 'seemed lonely'. It's when you start a silly conversation to cheer me up, and when a smile spreads across your face like how the rays of the sun at dawn melts upon the earth. 

It's how a squeeze of your hand can bring me comfort, and how your eyes convey more than words ever can.

Funny how I scorned it all before you came, but I'm glad you did.

(Even though we've now become a cliche of our own.)

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Writer's semi-block.

My attempt at a writing exercise for today.

-Rach

To Belinda (From Mother and Father)

Hello, Belinda; how are you today?

Your empty eyes are ironically gay

Silent smile, simple; unadulterated

Yet a reminder of what is

Hello, Belinda; do you remember?

Your childhood, a faintly glowing ember

Mother’s scent; Father’s voice

One-and-a-half decades past

Hello Belinda, what’s on your mind?

There’s this recollection we cannot find

But only relive the screams

That tears alone can drown out

Happy Birthday, Belinda; Six-and-ten

Yes, it does make sixteen, then

More than words, into the soul

We’ll always love you

Hello Belinda, today we’ve learnt

To release the ashes of a fire burnt

Forgiveness, and together the screams fade

Within indescribable joy and sadness

And here in the sun, and the drizzling rain

Gone forever, the agonizing pain

Goodbye, Belinda; till we see you again.  

Love;

Mother and Father

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This is a letter to parents of their late child, if you're wondering.

-Rach

Of Gummy Bears and Chocolate

I growl as you snatch the last gummy bear from the bowl.

“Give it.”

Smirking, you hold the red blob of sugar out of my reach, above your head.

“Nope. All mine,” you declare smugly, promptly popping it into your mouth.

My face slips into a scowl as I watch the demise of my lovely gummy bear. “Glutton. I hate you,” I huff, as I make my way into the kitchen in search of another packet of gummy bears.

“No you don’t.” You trail behind me and steal another of my gummies from the packet I had just opened. Glaring, I hug the packet closer to myself and stick my tongue out at you.

Grinning, you stick yours back; and quickly snatch the bag away from my grasp and sprint out of the kitchen. Indignant, I run after you and latch myself onto your back with a leap.

 I end up on top of you, laughing as you groan in pain from the impact of the fall.

“And here I was, thinking that I’d save you a mars bar,” you sigh. Immediately, my eyes brighten, and I spring off your back onto the ground beside you.

“Sorry. Please? Mars?” I gurgle, holding a hand out, nearly drooling in anticipation of the taste of the chocolate and caramel.

Laughing, you poke my arm. “Looks who’s the Glutton now, huh.”

I smile back goofily and thrust my upturned palm into your face.

In return, you tackle me into a headlock and ruffle my hair, ignoring my violent protests.

“Mars, please?” I try again in desperation, my voice coming out muffled from against your stomach. With a last chuckle, you release me, and drop a kiss upon my nose.

My breath hitches as I feel your lips upon my skin, and my heartbeat accelerates. For a split second, I imagine that I see something in your eyes.

Suddenly I hear her voice calling your name, and I look away in disappointment, trying desperately to mask it as I step away from you to flash her an overly bright grin.

“Hey Christine,” you call, pulling her into your arms for a kiss. I look away awkwardly.

“Hi Nelly,” she greets me after a while, smiling.

“I’ll, erm, be going now,” I shuffle self-consciously towards your gate. “Bye Christine, Drew.”

You echo your farewell; so does she.

And then I walk dejectedly away, without you; without any chocolate; without any gummy bears.

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Inspired by not wanting to study for Physics, Taylor Swift's 'Teardrops On My Guitar' (can't you tell?) and two of my favourite types of candy.

-Rach

Disclaimer: I do not own Mars (the brand of chocolate). Neither do I own the planet, of course.

Currently Listening Bleed Like Me By Garbage see related

Ichor

Goodbye, My Love

Noises dwindle into murmurs muted;

Shrieking sirens fade

Voices melt onto each other;

A surreal escapade

Where the hysteria

Comes within numbing pain

Where I stand, on the concrete street

Beneath the falling rain

This is where I stare

On my knees

And upon my lips

Linger unspoken pleas

For a chance to whisper

Into her ear

Something I know

Shel never be able to hear

Her eyes are shut

Her skin is pale

And in the cold

It becomes so real

I see the bright crimson;

A pool beneath her head

As mocking echoes coldly declare:

The girl is dead.

I reach out to touch her face

To tell her to stay

But theye covered her in white now

Theye taking her away

I couldn even tell her

What Ie wanted to say for so long

And now she gone.

Everything gone wrong

By the moonlight, in the chilly breeze

Crowds disperse

The noises return

The ambulance gears into reverse

And drives off

As police walk around

Asking questions

Seeking evidence from the blood-stained ground

I remain rooted

Lifting my head to the midnight sky above

She gone now; it too late

Still I whisper, for maybe she hear

Goodbye, my Love.

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Inspired by the music video of Hoobastank's The Reason (the distraction), and Ronan Keating's If Tomorrow Never Comes.

-Rach