Kaleidoscope

I’m thinking it all started with a wish,

A happy one at that.

365 days prior,

I typed my heart out.

 

I remember wanting that first one unique,

Something out of the blue,

Something a lot like me,

The very talkative geek.

 

But now I read it again,

Thinking it was all very genuine and real.

I’ve written many words since then,

Describing you in every shade of teal.

 

So thinking back at it all,

Maybe it started with that meet up,

In restaurant characterised by the sea,

At a time where I really felt completely free.

 

..I used to hear your name and shyly smile.

 

Because in my heart, it lighted a flame;

And it ignited a fire of sleepless nights,

Lost with my heart skipping a mile after a mile.

And yes,

I know that you’re not to blame,

But for me to get that…

It may take a while.

 

You know what is it that I miss?

 

I miss the boy with the ambitions.

I miss the artist with the aimless brush,

The one who wanted to draw worlds with his own conditions.

Because that-

That was the boy I fell for.

That was the you that daily made me blush.

 

Do you know what’s a Kaleidoscope?

It’s what they call a group of butterflies;

It’s what gave me daily hope.

They’d flutter by each time we talk,

And I ask what if I suddenly on that choke?

But hey that’s me,

I ask crazy questions all the time,

And you’d reply with answers that rhyme.

 

I knew too much and too little,

And I always wanted more.

Then we stopped talking,

And the bond went a tad brittle.

But that’s okay, I guess,

It’s not like we’d clean the mess.

 

Had I lost the signs or were they right there?

And when did we agree to part ways?

Because I never got to say goodbye–

Never saw the ‘good’ in there.

I knew life got us caught up by,

But give me an instant where that’s fair.

 

Yes you rode the waves,

And yes I surfed mine too.

But hadn’t I waited for you by the shore?

What else could I’ve done more?

Alone, you built your caves,

And alone, I sat there without a clue.


Hey there beautiful people!

Since good Ol’ Sir Valentine is upon us, I thought I may as well present my own share of chocolate here with this sad love poem. What did you think? My heart kinda broke with that last stanza there, did yours too?

That aside though, allow me to say: Happy Valentine’s Day; and may the odds be ever in your favour!

#ForeverASinglePringle

Midnight Ranter (aka Ayaka)

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Mystery (Rhythmical Rant)

Life is a mystery;

One that I’ll never really fathom.

Yet I still study its history,

Forming thoughts to help me imagine.

 

Rules change,

And concepts never apply.

Try as you might– you’ll still be strange,

Try some more, but by a corner you’ll still cry.

 

Should we care—

About the things people say?

Fight it fair and square?

Or let their knives deform you like clay?

 

And who you are–

Upon what is that based?

On what they saw described in your star?

Or everything else you once faced?

 

But then,

Hasn’t the past already departed?

Why look into it again,

When it’s the thing I’ve long since parted?

 

Why judge me on the first glance,

When it’s only what you just saw?

I’ve still so much to enhance,

And it’s my life— it’s what I’ll draw.

 

And yet,

We care about reputation.

When it’s a sad, sad threat,

Looming over every single nation.

Well yes,

It’s their word against yours—

Indeed, a fine game of chess,

But who is it to settle the scores?

 

Now I think I’ve strayed a bit far,

So let’s get back to the subject.

I’ll talk about the scar,

And in that, I’ll be direct.

 

People judge,

People hurt.

They’ll walk round and trudge,

Not caring about what they blurt.

 

So now it’s only up to you,

To give them what they need.

Hand over the glue,

And tell them we’re all a broken breed.

 

No one’s perfect,

But that’s the way it should be.

In everyone lies a bit of a wreck,

Mostly hidden under the sea.

 

And yes: life’s still to me unknown,

But that’s one down and a million more to go.

With that one issue finally blown,

I guess I’ll just have to take it slow,

And believe that truths will one day rise and glow.

 

 

Hullo!

What did you think of my rather rhythmical rant? Enjoyed it? Should I make rhyming rants a thing or just get back to bulky paragraphs? Which part did you relate to the most? The bit about the glue and the one about the sea are my personal favourites, to be honest. 

Everything aside, I hope you all have a lovely day and I look forward to your feedbacks~

–Midnight Ranter (aka Ayaka)

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Hey,

Look me in my eyes,

Tell me it’s not true,

Look me in my eyes,

Show me the real you.

 

 

Now,

Remove that mask,

I can handle what’s beneath.

Dare I ask,

What is it you’re afraid I’ll see?

 

 

What am I to do,

When I try and can never let go?

I worry and ponder,

Sit and wonder,

Asking if it’s ever enough.

I’ll fall once,

I’ll fall twice,

But is the third worth a shot?

 

 

If you were a red,

And I was a blue-grey,

Will you set it on fire;

And let this passion burn away?

Will I rain down droplets of hope,

Or will it be despair?

Is your fire a flaming torch,

Or is it a dying flair?

 

 

Why await you to make the move,

When really,

I’ve played it all.

I’ve shown you all my cards,

Now got nothing else to prove.

 

 

So what am I to do,

When I try, and can never let go?

All I do is,

Worry and ponder,

Sit and wonder,

Asking if it’s ever enough.

I’ll fall once,

I’ll fall twice,

But is the third worth a shot?

 

 

Hullo~

The followers count is nearing 80 (or is it 80 already?) Just a few more and I’m hitting the jackpot! 

 

Okay no, maybe not the jackpot but 100 is a very grand number. I’m being hopeful. 

Anyhow, what do you think? It’s supposedly not a poem– this one should be my first attempt at song writing. I get that the chorus should be repeated more but when I tried, it just sounded too.. too much? I don’t know. But what do you think? Should I give this song-writing business more tries or let go entirely? Also, can any of you wonderful humans suggest a song name? I couldn’t come up with any *sad sigh*

Have a blissful day, 

Midnight Ranter (aka Ayaka) 

 

Amnesia

Feeling the touch and letting go,

Only to awaken cold on the snow.

Seeing the colours flash by,

Only to open her eyes and wonder why.

Looking up she saw pictures,

And with love and hate arose many mixtures—

Love because she could feel it;

And with saudade, hatred lit.

There was something wrong in her, she knew;

But what it was, she had no clue.

She’d feel it consume her, all those fears;

And when she’d realise it, her face is wet with tears.

She tried fighting,

But it was nothing too enlightening.

She tried letting it go,

But the hollowness only seemed to grow.

They were buried memories, she now knew;

But how’d you feel with something lost in you?

Would you dig and search deep,

Or let it fade away and weep?

And now could you imagine her world in shades of black?

Could you feel the fire of her passion dying out?

Hear the warmth her screams lack?

See the despair in her heart flourish and sprout?

Hey hey hey! 

Long time no post, I know. But sadly, I’ve been drowning in this sea of inspiration-less doom and couldn’t get anything to type. Now, however, I think I’ve resurfaced. 

So? What do you think? Any good? Let me know in the comments below! 

Lots of love, 

Midnight Ranter (aka Ayaka) 

Of Love I Speak

I sighed and stared up above,
Gazing at the moon.
Was there a story in my love?
‘Yes,’ whispered the gales later at noon.

I sat on a bench and read a book,
Smiling at the teens’ story.
Was there love from a first look?
‘Yes,’ whispered the gales with all glory.

Where was it?
Where was that feeling?
That one that made you feel all lit—
And with bliss on the ground kneeling.

I feel it all shattered,
Broken down into little pieces.
I sometimes even wonder whether it ever mattered,
Especially when I found nothing in its traces.

Of love I speak,
And of it I wonder.
Do we all feel its peak?
Or do we just sit and ponder?

Hullo my most beloved readers! 

What did you think of this one? Did it have you wondering about Love as an emotion? Of it as an experience? Tell me what you thought of it below because I love all of your comments and I look forward to them every time I post:) (they’re basically why I post, I think). 

Signed, 

Midnight Ranter (aka Ayaka) xx 

I am 

I’m a lot more than just a face,
I’m a soul, a mind and a spirit.
I’m not here to win life’s race,
I’m here to test my limit.
I wore my cloak and went on a journey,
Riding along its ups and downs.
In time, I vowed to make myself worthy,
And despite all, never leave my grounds.
But then heads turned toward me,
Asking me in silence,
‘Isn’t it time for you to flee?’
And that’s when my head rang it’s sirens.
Was there something wrong in being you?
In not wearing a mask that covers your truth?
In being a bird that finally grew?
And in living your moment– living your youth?
I’m a lot more than just a face,
I’m a soul, a mind and a spirit.
I’m not here to win life’s race,
I’m here to test my limit.

Yo! 


What did you think of this short piece? Strong? Determined? Independent-ish? If so, then I did my part. 


Honestly speaking though, I won’t tell you to not give what people say a second thought, because there IS something such as constructive criticism and it’s not half bad. But don’t be like everyone. Be different. Be unique. Be you. Whichever gender you are; whatever religion, race or country you belong to, be proud of it. Be proud of being you– because, well, everybody else is taken. 


Please give me your thoughts in the comment section below, I’d love to read them all. Also, do you think that I should be uniformed with posting? Like post on specific days and all or just let it be? 


And oh yes! If there’s anything you want me to write about next; I’m open for any and all suggestions 🙂 


 


Loads of love, 
Midnight Ranter (aka Ayaka) 

What have we done? 

Purity is gone,

It’s now all tainted.

The innocence of a newborn,

With games and motives now painted.

The past has departed,

Leaving us in awe of the present.

But here’s where wars have started,

And all that’s left now is hope buried in cement.

What have we done?

Where have we gone?

What will we outrun,

When it’s already past dawn?

 

Heya wonderful ones! 

I come to you with another rant-y piece of mine, brimmed up with questions and wonders. 

Seriously though, look at us; we’ve come so far from the past, and yet, not everything we do has changed for the better. There are people out there who bleed out all the remnants of hope that they may have had as they face this weird world of ours. So for everyone out there losing sight of the colours of the world: 

One day, we shall break the cement encasing our golden, shining hope; and we’ll all break out like newly born flowers. Just aid in changing the world to the better and you’ll see. 

With loads of love,

Midnight Ranter (aka Ayaka)