second de-th

By Rini -

 

Second death


It was 2am when I decided I need to let myself sleep after a long day of tomfoolery and screentime. But just then, a melody starts playing in my mind,

I was writing, well, trying to write something the other night, but it didn’t feel natural like it used to; I forced myself to rhyme, it was like 2021 all over again,

That frustration was let loose and words played at the back of my head. I headed for the pen and the diary beside me,

Opened a page to the end of the book so I don’t write on my already vomited ink, this is what I wrote in the span of 36 minutes of writing in the dark, eyes closed, humming a forgotten song

 

 


Metaphors to carry the meaning,

Simile to mirror it

Reflect my experiences,

Show and not tell.

 

Life isn’t a movie, it’s not scripted,

Every action has a consequence.

 

May god be without you,

what is a god without a witness?

 

Is there a being watching me,

Does free will exist?

 

The curse of consciousness carries a kindling fire,

To whoever disobeys the nature, leaves the same with an admirer.

 

The second death takes its time,

It is busier than the grim reaper.

 

Gone with a flash, an instant, the first death,

Second one takes its sweet time, stay alive even as a whisper.

 

Sleep catches up but my pens faster,

Free adrenaline to my mind

 

How long does the second death wait,

From a whisper to a tale,

To declare the human as dead

In the spirit realm?

 

But you don’t need to be afraid

For of course, I’ll keep you alive

As long as ink lasts on paper,

Your existence breathes fresh air.

 

For heaven tends to forget

People who meet their end,

With my poems and stories

Ill strive to nurture your end.

 

I’ll sleep through the movie, catch you up at the credits,

So, I can spend 3 more hours, sleeping on your shoulder.

 

I’ll laugh your laugh, make your jokes,

I’ll speak your words, adapt your diction.

 

I’ll keep you alive, at least the second time

I need your presence, as I watch a shitty movie till the end

I’ll watch till the credits, not a blink of an eye

I’ll then write to you a review, how much I hated the time I spent (on it)

 

 

<3 xo R


Excerpt from my diary

(note: I have never used xo in my diction, ever)

 

Istg I can not make this up, I wrote it in the sleepiest of sleepy night, my eyes didn’t have the strength to stay awake, I didn’t even consider switching on the lights, not even the flash on my phone because that would cause me to be completely awake and being completely awake has been failing me in writing poems.

Apparently, and I just discovered this, I need to be half asleep to write a poem. Do you even understand how humiliatin-

 

Imjoking

 

But seriously, this is a new low,

Poems coming to me in dreams and sleepy time, that’s something new.

 

Whatever this phase is, it needs to go away ASAP >:(

 

Anyways,

I LOVEEEE how this turned out.

Truth be told, some words were illegible so I had to use my awaken mind to be creative (twas difficult). So yeah, this is it.

for context, i titled it second but its actually the third and final. there is a theory that every human goes through 3 de4ths, the first is when their passion and purpose to live ceases to exist. The second is when the body ceases to function. The third is that moment, sometime in the future, when your name is spoken for the last time.

 copied from this with little tweaks, something that aligns with my thought process and philosophy. so technically this is not accurate in that human's perspective but from their loved ones, they experience the second and third deaths of them. i wrote this in the perspective of the loved one losing the human physically but is now trying to fight the last one, in memories.


 

I hoped you enjoyed that,

Thank you for reading till the end,

 

I love you,

 

Yours lovingly,

Yourorangecloud

XOXO

:P

 

 

 

FDD- Fifteen day diary

Yeah, that happened.

I decided to post twice a month. I know I know, I hope I can keep up with this.

This week is my 5th year anniversary starting the blog!!

What-what YEAHH

 

My last 15 days has been hectic asf!! Got sick, got well, ate outside food, got sick and repeat.

Stay healthy guys.

It so so unbearably hot these days, it gets to a point!

Everyone stay hydrated, eat well, fight patriarchy.

I love you, bye <3333

 

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