Technically, they dance around the chess board to destroy each other so here’s my take on The Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge.

Technically, they dance around the chess board to destroy each other so here’s my take on The Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge.

White is all I seek
In this world so bleak
You were all that was mine
You had something I couldn’t define.
Then the world fell at our feet.
And everything went bittersweet
I forgot to swallow my pride
And went with emotions I couldn’t hide.
We used to think we were stars aligned
Our lives and emotions were intertwined
You filled up every part of me that had cracked
And you didn’t mind me for everything I lacked
But I let you go and I went on my own
Now the memory of you chills me to the bone
Because even if I’m now a different enigma redefined
My feelings for you can not be left behind
Now I’m looking for light in the dark
While wanting to forget the past so stark
Now I hope you’re glad with the path you chose
As I go on and seek for white in the shadows.
I’ve written a poem White before. It was for a series of poems with colors (white isn’t a color though. I forgot what it was called in art.) as titles. The first of the series is Black. A friend of mine (real life friends) had written his/her own sequel which kinda makes me conscious of my own writing skills.
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I am a towering Tree
None can surpass me
I look down upon Saplings
And laugh defiantly
I am a towering Tree
I’m the tallest I’ll ever be
The Sky can only see me
For you have only reached my knee
I am a towering Tree
Loggers are now I see
they cut me down with glee
They pull my trunk through the debris
No longer am I a towering Tree
You have grown and surpassed me
I look up upon Saplings.
Oh how I wish you can forgive me!
Penned/Photographed by: Leo Knalb
This is a fictional portrayal of how I lost my humor.
So there I was, walking around the side walk of Ideas. Nothing interesting seems to happen around here anymore except for a reported wild hurricane of words coming. It is the first brainstorm this year and Brainland’s serious nerve cells are periodically heading to the groceries and buying supplies.
I couldn’t blame them for their apprehension. Hurricanes here bring serious business. Words can hit about 235 mph and trust me, they hurt.
So for you now, I might appear as stupid. I should be joining the mob and bracing myself. Yes, I am for the majority of the time stupid but I do this regularly. I chase storms.
Continue reading “How I Lost My Funny Bone”
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