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