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Dance


Dance.

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

 

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Chess pieces dance around to you know, destroy each other.

 

White (Guest Version)


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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Tell me, how did this make you feel?  You have the liberty of sharing it through the comments below. Don’t worry. I won’t judge you. And besides if someone would bully you, I have perfect control over the comments.

 

 

 

The Tree


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

How I Lost My Funny Bone


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.
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