midnight

It’s 4 A.M

It’s 4 A.M

The constellations are screaming

Children are dreaming

The Almighty is listening.

-JalataMelon

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3.Midnight Collage Therapy.

She came gliding towards the table in her long evening gown, “Sorry I’m Late, but I shall begin” she said.

And placed herself on the seat at the dining table, searching for a piece of paper in the midst of an absolute mess.

While me and eldest were seated on the same table for two hours before her, cutting away scraps of paper signifying where our minds were silently wandering off to.

“This is quite Therapeutic” said she,

The trees swayed to the silent breeze, ruffles of tiny leaves,

The breeze scattered towards all houses, slithering through our window that displayed the Prussian Blue sky.

A bright orange light burnt vigorously shadowing the magazines we peered into, magazines filled with Gossip and so called “Catchy” taglines.

An hour later, we placed our collages in front of each other, and played a little game of interpretation of each other’s work.

Finally explaining our own interpretation of the scraps stuck on our fair white sheets.

As the Therapy de-cluttered our overburdened minds,

And at 2:30 am we fell asleep.

This was the story of our Midnight Collage Therapy.

-JalataMelon

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detached thoughts on a windy night.

I stayed at my Day/ Residential school last week, and one night, we decided to sneak out, but my fears of the guards catching me and taking me mercilessly away to the authorities made me jump back inside the dorm. However, 3 seconds of jumping out and jumping in, gave me this incredible mind escapade. And with the past events of emotionally revealing incidents, my fingers were forced to type this piece of poetry.

I dipped my feet in the puddle reflecting the pale moonlight.

A sweet breeze and swaying trees caught my sight.

Silence.

My heart beat fast, the crunch of leaves.

No one.

It was just me.

The roaring sounds of madness deafening my ear

and blinding my eyes.

My heart, beat

a faint, quiver of a beat.

My soul feeling meaningless and empty.

My feet numbly walking on dry earth as it repelled every step I took.

The wind pulling my eyes away from looking deep into my heart and brain

Searching for the incredibly annoying reality

Forcing my heart to hide in the corners of my rib cage.

admiring beauty, exhausting jealousy

Fading street lights helping trees claw constantly

At nothing

Endlessly.

Look beyond what you See

Beyond what you see

You see?

-JalataMelon.

Just to make it a bit more clearer , I’m currently in the mood for abstract poetry.

I’d like to know what your perspective of my poem is,

Please Comment Below 🙂

Happy Summer Break 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

The Chimera

The Chimera was endless,

A trance that consumed my mind,

There was no clock, nor value of time,

Because I had entered into a world of Mine.

I Smiled.

For my soul could reach places I had never been,

Swept into the Illusion of my Happy Dream,

I reached another world, far beyond the galaxies of time,

My body swaying, to the endless Chime.

-JalataMelon.