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)

I saw the light

Four days without a phone,

And I felt like a newborn.

I looked around and saw the light,

And could’ve sworn it wasn’t as bright.

Looking around you was a thing of the past,

Now it’s a concept—a series of dreams that never really last.

I realised we’ve stopped enjoying our days,

Stopped looking for our craze.

I went to the ocean and saw the light,

And for once, I let go of the social fright.

I went to the beach and saw the stars,

And they looked like tiny and little lit jars.

I went to a place where I found solace,

A time where our phones didn’t take a toll on us.

In a night far away and hushed,

The surroundings pressed—mushed.

Everything stood still and muted,

And darkness spread; deep-rooted.

Fear wasn’t what plagued me,

It was fun that did; and for once I felt free.

I swam in a pool and raced the waves,

And the claws slipped away— freed us, the slaves.

So hop along and let go,

For one day or even two.

Search for that peace of mind,

And leave all that made you blind.

 

Howdy my most beloved readers! 

I’m sorry for being absent for a while now; but I went to a resort for a couple of days and had no internet connection there. Actually, I more-or-less got rid of my phone during those few days, and, truth be told, I felt rather liberated. Today’s little piece is about the feelings I felt there and the things I saw, and the peace I actually felt was beyond what words would do justice to; but it was all quite exhilarating. What I mean to say is: freeing ourselves of our electronic cages is a right we ought to hold on to; so do give yourselves a break– it’s truly wonderful. (Also, did you see that picture? Taken by yours truly xx) 

Love,

Midnight Ranter (aka Ayaka)