The Pastels of my World

White is for purity, happiness and bliss,

White is that blur that you can’t possibly miss.

Yellow, like us, is a flower swayed by its sun,

Controlled and angry; in need to run.

Orange is the tip of a flame,

The fire of passion– the pain that got the blame.

Red is the colour of my heart,

The colour with whom I wished to part.

Pink is the colour of my teenage years,

A time I’ll never grow out of, I realised with tears.

Purple was that Cheshire Cat,

The one whose smile, like mine, seemed a bit mad.

Blue is the colour of a mid-summer’s Sky,

The lost remnant of hope as I sat to cry.

Green is the taste of the youth that went away,

The times where we didn’t pause to enjoy our play.

Brown is the colour of muddy grounds,

The colour that got splattered with my many pounds.

Grey is a colour said to make you sad,

But it’s my colour and it’s not half bad.

Black is the origin of them all,

A colour that devoured my life whole.

Heya Readers! Hope you’ve liked this little piece there, and if you did or have any criticism to give; then fire away! Please give me your thoughts below  🙂

(PS. The blog has hit its 20th post! Never thought I’d be that talkative!) 

–Midnight Ranter

 

Survivor of War

Dear IGCSE,
We’ve known one another since over 2 years now. And I have, for the longest while, feared you. Feared your mere presence, really; as though it was a haunting shadow lurking behind my every step.
This year, though, I had to face you. For one whole month, it was a ceaseless battle of survival, instinct and intellect. I have fought war against you, and you didn’t spare me a second glance. Whether or not I’m a winner in this feud, I don’t know; not yet at least.
But I do know that I survived.
I do know that I’ve fought.
And now it’s finally summer.
I bid my farewell to you, and hope that not many fall victims to your ploys; for it is quite the challenge to remain alive.
And with that said, goodbye IGCSEs, and hello Summer 2016!
Signed,
A very exhausted teenage student (aka an IGCSE survivor).

{The Return of Midnight Ranter}

Side note: As you can see, my very dear readers, I’ve been gone for a long while (had exams) and now I’m back. And although I don’t even have that many followers, I thank you for not giving up on me :’)  *curtsies* 

Within my grasp

The story behind what you may read (please do actually have a look): 

My best friend in the world was somehow taken away from me. She had to leave the country where the two of us resided and go back to her hometown, and she never told me about any of it– not before she was already at the airport, leaving forever. As she left me that last message, though, she wrote me a few verses of what she had felt hiding the possibility of her leaving from me. How she’d felt when we’d all (in the class) talked about doing activities later or at some other time while she knew that she may not become a part of it. What she wrote, as a poem, touched me to tears, and I responded to it with one not half as good but brimmed up with feelings nonetheless. So I thought I’d share it here too, just to let anyone out there know that friendship is a value humans are too lucky to be able to fathom. 

 

“I stay to write a reply,
For she is one I’ll deeply miss,
And I seriously know that I’ll cry.
True we didn’t start out right,
But what’s friendship without ups and downs?
Her place in my heart is deep,
And I want to have it there as a safe-keep,
Not longing for her as a friend is just too bad,
That I’m afraid I’ll find her even in my sleep.

Sleepless nights will be my usual routine,
And I know that a day with light without her is just too shallow,
Simply because I know that my words would be nothing but hollow.
I thought I was really social and outgoing,
But seriously? Is life so fine that it’ll give me a chance to say a ‘hello’?
Afraid it might leave a scar I say,
Kindly, please don’t take her away!
She’s a friend I really trust,
Without her, my smile might just rust.

Able to make me laugh in my gloomiest moments,
Reads my mind without speech,
Always in sync with my every thought.
Yep, that’s her, a friend I cherish deeply and whom I once sought.
Without her, life won’t be as it ought.
But I really like that friend of mine, and wish for time to stop passing by,
Because I want those good times to be right back,
Tightly bound for me to clasp,
Right within my grasp.”

–Midnight Ranter

Say hello to New

My dearest readers,

Another moment of silence for this one trending thing in 2016, the year for all sorts of changes and discoveries.

Wondering what that thing is?

It’s ‘outgrowing’. How many of us just woke up and realised that something felt wrong? (and no, not because we slept in inhuman positions; I’m being metaphorical here). How many times did things just not ring true to our ears and we let it pass because we’re ‘used’ to it being so?

‘Outgrowing’ something or someone doesn’t have to mean letting go of them/it. It simply implies that the mindset becomes different; it’s altered; and you can’t blame neither parties involved for that. I repeat my words, ‘We humans are, by nature, contradicting’, often somewhat volatile, and greatly differing.

Sometimes, I like to think of us as jigsaw pieces in a great puzzle, or LEGO blocks; we only fit right in the place where we believe we belong. However, sometimes, the pieces seem to fit together and yet don’t make any sense. So just because you think that they’re compatible, doesn’t mean they necessarily are, and the vice Versa applies. Similarly, don’t blame yourself or others for outgrowing them, it’s not your fault that you’re different or changing. We have that capacity; the capacity to change. You know, we humans are so different from one another that I think the only thing we have in common is being different.

Makes any sense? No? Welcome to my life ✌🏻️

Midnight Ranter

The Book Thief– Book Review

Hullo Readers! 

I present to you another quick (not so much so) book review because I’ll be having my exams soon, and being a newbie, I just wanted to build a base here. So without further ado, let’s get reviewing.

*fake cough*

I would like to say that the book has been a great one; and I enjoyed it greatly and all of that wonderful stuff that we readers say…

But no. No. No. No.

I am NOT going to just say so and put a full stop. The book deserves more.

Question:

How can a book tear your heart apart (as it always do); squeeze tears out of your eyes; and punch the sobs out of you?

Answer:

By being “the book thief”.

A devastatingly beautiful book with dark humour fed into the most realistic of tragedies. I’m not a German girl in the 1930’s and ’40’s. But I can tell you with great confidence that I was there. I literally lived each part of that wonderful piece. I blocked out my reality for minutes and stayed inside a mute bubble of words. Words and emotions.

I’m not going to summarise the book because entering this world of sensations surrounded by oblivion is the best way to read the book. But I will tell you what it is about.

Our book here is narrated by Death. Yes; Death. Death takes us through Nazi Germany during World War II; but only a very small section of it. One that I guarantee to you would break your heart into 17 pieces— if not more.

It talks about words. Oh, the words. The power they yield; the greatness within them; the sound a word could utter and generally how much it could change the world.

“I have hated words,

And I have loved them,

And I hope I have made them right.”

To put it simply; I know that this review is not my best; and perhaps it isn’t good at all; but I really did try to summon up the right descriptions for this book. And I couldn’t find any. No piece was so well-written and amazingly paced as this one. No piece had literature woven and punctured in the right places such as this one.

Not a single novel has ever made me hold my breath as much as I did with this novel. I was afraid of finishing off a page; wary and conscious of every written word. I feared turning a paper to another chapter; and I just really went through the wildest of journeys in this book.

I cried. I laughed. I cried some more and I have bidden my farewell.

But I tell you this:

In my opinion, no book ever really ends. These words and pages will always breathe within us; and as long as we respire; then they, too, shall never expire.

So I hope that this book grows old and creaky within me.

 

Signed,

Midnight Ranter

 

Tornado

I’m a tornado,

I messed everything in my wake,

I broke hearts and was the reason for their ache,

I raised a mayhem buried way too deep,

And now there’s no going back,

I’ll only let the blood flow and seep.

So remind me of the days where I used to be,

Called out for the girl who represented me.

I caused the damage without repair,

I stormed away from everything,

And left it all fragile and bare.

In my haste,

I never looked back,

Trudged forward and fast,

Not once pausing for my past.

We were all puppets waiting to preform,

I moved first,

And now I drown in my own storm.

I’ve made a mistake,

And I dared the whole world to prove me wrong,

And I’d do it again,

Searching for a place where I belong.

In this world, we’re all alone,

We’d die and live,

Our souls bored and sown.

And, alas, comes our death,

There, we are breathing our last breath,

A lungful of air,

Our minds aware,

Surroundings loom,

It’s a day of gloom!

Break that bond and let it go,

Let the spirit show and glow,

May death find you alive, I had said

And there it came as she bled.

I shed my tears,

I bid my farewell,

And in my chest there bloom my pains that swell.

I’ll hide it,

I’ll spit;

I’d be the horrible me you’ve never met.

I’d do whatever it takes,

To drive away those aches.

I’ll drink,

I’ll smoke,

I’ll let the rebellion cloak,

A fire beneath my hearth,

A sorrowful flame without a worth.

–Midnight Ranter

Side Note: This is a first-person narrative from my fictional story; nothing too real! 

All the Bright Places– Book Review

So I said (typed) ‘books’, ‘reading’ and being a ‘nerd’ over and over again but not a thing about books came up, did it? To compensate, here’s a review of a book that *spoiler* tore my heart. 

Dearest readers,

I await the words to come springing by… Or at least; strolling. But I’m afraid they are all too shaken up to move. Or perhaps I’m the one so.
My eyes still sting. My head is still throbbing. My nose feels quite itchy. And my brain is just as dull.
You ask why?
I’ll say because this book (All the Bright Places) literally broke my heart apart. I knew that crying was involved. But for anything to be so abruptly? No, I hadn’t a clue, Sir.
Meet Theodore Finch; sky-blue eyes; Raven black hair; gigantic body with the right muscles, and, well, the will to die. It’s the tugging that pulls him down and under a murky depth where he finds its darkness alluring. He itches to reach into the oblivion; let go of everything as his mind goes blank, and maybe—just maybe— he thinks of actually doing so.
Now meet Violet Markey. A girl that was labelled broken and fragile; one who wants to let go, too. Her sister died and her life was striped away and off of her; so why can’t Violet do so too and not give the world a second thought?

As the story progresses, they cross paths, and from what I’ve seen and read; it’s clear that: Finch is Violet’s flute. The one that brings about the tunes and harmony into her life. She’s his anchor; the one that makes him want to be there. To remain Awake.
The way the book is written; is, for starters, wonderful. Not a single fragment of dull description; and the pace wasn’t too quick nor too fast; as it did mark its territory in the shattered remains of my heart.

The book did affect me; it had shed the light on topics as sensitive and recurring such as life and death. Why do we live? Why do we sometimes feel the urge to die? What is it that really matters? What happens if we stopped caring?
All of these questions are asked; and many of them are answered. The book was beautiful. It would absolutely touch you just like it did with me. If you’re a fan of The Fault In Our Stars; then yes, go ahead and endeavour this roller coaster of feelings and lessons because it’s absolutely worth it.
With Humour, loveable characters, insight within lines and a wondrously curved story plot; this has been one of my best reads of the year.

 

Signed,

Midnight Ranter

About Knives…

Hullo readers! (One day there will be quite the few)

Okay, I’ve realised some things:
You could be heard but not listened to. You could speak out with a loud captain’s voice, yet the sea waves would crash and mute your calls.
You could complain, but no one would imply.
You could talk but that doesn’t mean that that your words mean anything.
You could see but not observe.
You could die and still remain alive.
You could kill but not hurt.
You could bend.
You could break.
You could do anything.

Question is: what will matter in the end?

Hey if we look closely, I think that somewhere; deep down, we realise that humans could be a bit too selfish. I’m selfish for writing this and wanting people to agree with it. You might be selfish for some reason or the other. I could be selfless for wanting to make a point for pure good will. And so could you. It’s a choice. You always have the authority to choose between the left and the right; the up and the down and the smile or the frown.
The words that come spluttering out of your mouth could be the poison to another person. So just choose your words really carefully.
One of my favourite authors once said, “One must always be careful of books and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.”
Another once said, “Words are like cutlery; if we use them the wrong way, they’ll turn into ugly weapons.”
So never use your weapons in the wrong place and time; listen well, hear well, look and see well, and don’t blabber about things that you won’t be able to hold accountable for later on.

But as usual, thank you for reading,

Midnight Ranter

Pants (trousers really) on fire~

Dearest readers,

I present you with yet another rant about this wonderful world of ours; considering the fact that I’m still hot and feisty. I think that it sort of felt good to let out something that was an annoying piece of my brain. Despite the fact that only a select few will read this, I still don’t feel particularly down; because some will take the time to read my good old rant.

So thanks again, peeps. I just hope that you hear (read) me out on this one.

DISCLAIMER: this is nothing personal. I’m just generally a talkative person, mind you.

Okay, here goes:

Can we all have a moment of silence and consider the term “hypocrisy”?

Literally, it is defined as: ‘the practice of claiming to have higher standards or more noble beliefs than is the case.’

In other words, it typically includes egoism and lying. But mind you, egoism is nothing like having a sense of righteous dignity. They are definitely not the same. But the sad thing here is; the world is growing more hypocritical and I’m being frank here.

And by that I mean to say that liars are becoming quite popular around. See, I’m not a saint; I’m no angel either, but if anything is worth anything, I just hate lying. I loathe it. Religion aside, how do you expect to deal with a person whose words could literally mean nothing to you?

How do you expect to be able to trust anyone anymore?

How do you think life would be if we all turned to mere liars?

What would happen if there was no longer a truth?

Yeah, I’m pretty sure that the answers to all of these are quite sad. Now here’s another question:

Why do people lie?

Oh, I’ve gotten an answer to that: because they are cowards. I’m not judging them, I’m not labelling them, I’m just classifying their actions. Lying is just stealing with a bit of modification. If I trust you, I expect you to be up to that responsibility; not lie to me; trick me, or treat me as if I’m just another passerby. You wouldn’t want that; so don’t give it to others.

 

So there, we covered one. But if you lie, you could literally do every other thing all the more, I mean, would it matter?

No, it won’t. So don’t lie. Because if you do, then, believe me, you’ll cease to be a human. You wouldn’t care about anyone anymore; you wouldn’t think twice before deceiving someone; you wouldn’t be trustworthy anymore– if you ever were.

The saddest thing here is… You’ll start believing your own lies. Imagine deceiving yourself; tricking your own mind into oblivion and in a matter of little time, you’ll become self-deluded.

God, lying is such an ugly thing, you know. I could go on and on about it all day long. But even then, I wouldn’t convey half its defects. So just don’t steal a person’s right to the truth; don’t try to block the shimmering brightness of the only thing that’ll ever prevail, and don’t try to lead such a shameful life— it’s not worth it.

Thanks for reading. 🙂

Signed,

Midnight Ranter

 

Welcoming Rant!

To my dear readers,

Okay, this will be quite lengthy so I thank you if you’re going to actually read it; and I promise to try to make this interesting.

I entitle this passage a little (not really) midnight rant:

So we now live in this very modern society where the extremes know very well how to cross their very own borders. Like.. Does the current generation even know of the word “limit”?

I sadly doubt so.

The point is, everyone is granted freedom of thoughts, voice, action and just.. Well, freedom in general. The upsetting point here is, we’re given THE freedom. The ultimate good one. No limitations. No second thoughts. No permissions. Just freedom.

A dear teacher once told me that if humans were given all of that freedom, we’ll be like animals in the jungle. And surely, she was quite on point (as usual).

So, hey, what comes with freedom?

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Answer: Judgment.

Such a word, really. You cough, you have a cold. You sneeze, you’re filled with snort. You cry, you’re melodramatic. You laugh, you’re a loud lunatic.

Bah! Seriously, people? Why do we really just judge so fast? Why do we generalise and just get to extremism without thinking?

Let me give you a few examples here:

Just because I like Ronaldo doesn’t mean that I actually like Real-Madrid.

Just because I hated the character in the novel, doesn’t mean that I hated the story.

Just because I like Barcelona, doesn’t mean that I’m a fan of every player.

Just because I like football, doesn’t mean that I hate swimming.

Just because I’m talkative, doesn’t mean that I won’t shut up.

Just because I’m a reader, doesn’t mean that I’m a novelist. (I’m giving examples here. But I do write either way)

See? They tell us to not judge a book by its cover for a good reason. Don’t group people together just because they look, talk, or act alike. We’re humans and we’re, by nature, contradicting. I might like to cook but hate to bake; or like washing the dishes but hate vacuuming. Although you could simply group that into domestic activities and say that I’m a homey person. But that’s not true.

So that’s basically what I’m trying to convey down here. Don’t judge. Because everyone has the capacity for a change; good or bad.

And that doesn’t mean that we go practicing the wrongdoings and tell people to not judge us. That’s called exploiting a concept and that’s wrong.

Also, I’m not the type of girl who, when happy will update her status and say “Feeling delighted” and go laughing all over the FB wall, or who, when heartbroken, update the status and say “Feeling Crushed and someone get me a glue” no, that’s not me either.

But I want to state a fact. And where to state it other than the social media? So yeah, that’s that.

In the end, I’ll give you one sentence, think about it both in literally and metaphorically, and hey, do see whether it made good sense:

Just because I wear glasses, doesn’t mean that I’m blind.

And here begins our journey together, as ranters.

Signed,

Midnight Ranter