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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.

If you want to submit a guest post, head over to my page named Submit.

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.

 

 

 

Colors: White


Who scorched my brain white?
Today I think of hollow thoughts.
I may not be sane tonight
for the waterfall’s edge is tied in knots

Storms, flood, hail and a drizzle,
may have overflowed the river
but for every drop, they evaporate with a sizzle
My mind doesn’t seem it will break its fever

If medicine fails to freeze
the burning ache inside my mind.
If even time cannot make me feel at ease
what solution can I find?

The life-giving river has now dried
And the last drop has vaporized.
With no apparent cure at sight
I shall continue to see white.

This is part two of my blog series covering poems. The first part is Black.

Penned/Photgraphed by: Leo Knalb

Guest Post: Welcome To The Afterlife!


This is a guest post by celestranburk, a 17 year old female aspiring to be an author. She loves tragedies and horror. Here is a short vignette she wrote in about an hour.

If you want to guest post, head to Promote Yourself, Be My Guest.

A white utopia swallowed me whole, leaving me suspended in colorless equilibrium.

My ears buzzed from the utter lack of sound that assaulted them. I could not tell if my eyes were opened or closed for the empty whiteness remained regardless of the position of my eyelids. In truth, I was likely not seeing at all, but perhaps merely believing that I could.

A voice broke the silence. It was low, monotone, and oddly familiar. I felt the vibrations resounding in my chest as it spoke, its words rattling around in my rib cage.

It was then that I became acutely aware that I had no heartbeat to match its frequency.

“Welcome to the Afterlife.” The voice said.

“In 24 hours, your physical body will have finished deconstructing. Your memories will then be inserted into your Artificial Soul.”

A loud beep echoed through the space and the voice dissipated into it. Afterlife? Am I dead? I have no recollection of dying. I have no recollection of any part of my life.

My mind is as blank as the world around me. Seconds tick by. A single image materializes in my mind’s eye, blurred at first but slowly becoming clearer.

I see a blue surface, dotted with inconsistent white shapes. A bright orb sits on the left of it, blinding me.

Something rushes past me, but I don’t see it. A pair of legs, presumably my own, appear before my eyes, reaching up towards the blue surface. Something dark shoots across my vision, then consumes it. Everything disappears in that instant, sending me back to this endless white abyss.

My thoughts clear. I fell; no, I was pushed. Off a cliff, I think. Landed head first, probably.

I guess I must have died after all. I guess those were my last moments. And now here I am.

This is where my existence has been transferred to. This is all that is left of me as my body deconstructs; just a disembodied mind floating in white equilibrium.

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