But why -
Then, all that’s
And so, our true selves would
So, is life…meant to be this pitiful?
#people #world #emotions #truth #reality #writing #words #spilled ink #prose #veltrice
Tragic moments when the softness
of the heavens touches the crudeness
of inhabitants; sun rising amongst the
tall green trees with its light
glistering amongst the seaweeds;
even so, sediments of cement and clay
loiters amidst the once clear waters.
whole lot of machines starts
penetrating through the rigid
ground to execute the plan of
re-development and to manifest
the structural concept of
has been inexplicably
destroyed by the selfishness
of man-kind and the
charisma of materialism.
wondering why the
world’s going against them.
Because, those foolish
souls are the reason
behind all these disasters.
#nature #disasters #poetry #prose #spilled ink #words #writing #veltrice
Battle of humanity.
Replicates of the anatomy of life are
deceivingly subdued; to the extent that
certain individuals have their minds
taken and converted into the cosmical
nemesis of life; creating the core
towards the saturation of corrupted thoughts.
ring a dulcet melody within one’s
milkily smoothened thoughts; manifesting
thoughts of greed; hunger for ruthless power.
the world functions; it is only through
death would one be able to mimic
the true functionalities of life.
a catastrophic land filled with
political wars; fragmented social
was created for.
their own kind, bit by bit.
of each individual comes to light,
there’ll continue to be conflicts, fights
and blood sheds.
coldblooded sacrifices in fight
to fit into the bitterly greedy cycle.
it never was a fairy tale like how our
parents used to tell us.
#reality #world #society #conflicts #words #writing #spilled ink #prose #veltrice
The sun rises and sends warmth all over the universe.
It lights up the gardens and the houses in its perimeter.
Then it starts dimming down as the small little birds
chirp back into those tree trunks.
the awfully dark sky; people head back home and prepare
to rest in bed as family members settle in the hallway and
kiss each other with a soothing night prayer.
The clouds suddenly scatter around then rain starts to fall in.
It seems as though the sky’s dying but no, the sun
soon comes in to light up the sky yet again.
again into a blanket filled with darkness.
they all represent the emotions of humans.
if you were to lit up and not hid behind the
comfort of the clouds, you’ll be like the sun -
and then a rainbow forms.
if you were to believe in the things you do, you could
light up the night sky like how the moon does.
It’s only when we understand the cycles behind
these phenomenon that we will be able to better
control our emotions.
Sure, there comes dark clouds but
without rain, a rainbow can never
be formed. I’m in the midst of a
dark cloud, but I’ll get out of it
soon - and then, you’ll see me
smile, yet again.
#emotions #people #reality #words #writing #prose #veltrice
There’s more to life than what society depicts - flawless flourishes of nature; succinct pitches of birds singing through the dews of the morning rain.
Society only portrays the vanity of achievements - achievements that are paper-based; qualifications, irrational idealism of the requisite polarity to conclude the key towards a vibrant life.
It’s just wrong. Life shouldn’t be dictated by the perceptual analysis of people who were.given justifiable authority; there shouldn’t even be standards - or walkways towards the preferable route.
If man was born naked, it clearly shows the purity that he had when he first stepped into this world. Clothes were then made to cover the anatomy of mankind. And why did that happen? It’s because perceptual thoughts manifests a certain vital ingredient that forms a conjunction between the efficacious of wrongful thoughts. So clothes were made to protect chastity. Even in mankind, to each its own, no one trusts everyone. If so, why are we trusting standards that are made by people who hold certain degrees of flawed truths?
Why are we systemizing ourselves towards the paths of what these ‘superior’ authorities call the pathway towards success?
Have we lost our thoughts? Or are we just cows that are proceeding towards the slaughter house without knowing the greed behind the farmer’s constant feeding of nutritional food.
I need an answer. Because ten years down the road, I don’t want to be a robot to society; I wouldn’t want my child to be rip off the right to even enjoy the true sanity of life.
I would want to be who I really am - is that possible?
#prose #writing #Veltrice
The sacraments of the enchanted souls lush through the greenery manifesting through the sea of eternal waters.
Gushing softly like the small little birds chirping to the sounds of waves washing, the souls carried forth, through the sands filled with embedded footprints.
Mastering the art of the incremental swiftness of nature, these youthful souls breezed through the dandelions but to their dismay, entered through the cannibals of hope.
The sight in front of them was appalling and erotic - never had they seen such a scene where thousands of trees, animal carcasses and sediments of flowers forested the area.
The devastation had hit them so hard - these souls transformed into angry devilish souls that signal mother nature to reverse the deaths of nature.
And so she sent her warnings. Tsunamis. Then earthquakes. And now a virus that turns a human into a cannibal.
Mother nature would soon take the equivalent of what men had done to her precious ones.
Oh look, is that a zombie looking at you?
#prose #nature #spilled ink #veltrice
Complications of life.
The complexity of the human mind still thrills me - a slight debris of infatuation can conspire a hurricane of thoughts that lead to misconceptions.
And in wonderment would one start enjoying the brittle fantasies that leave one depressed when the hidden truth comes to light.
‘He loves me, he loves me not…oh! He loves me!’ A psychological adrenaline that sets upon false hopes as one over-amplifies the simplicity of a simple ‘Hi:D’.
The complexity of the mind - creates a monster once love melts into the bitter cold tears of a rejected soul.
And as the perpetuating scenarios of hatred and classical synopsis of modern revenge takes place in the clouded mind of the rejected soul, a new cycle begins streets, mile, yards, countries away as I continue to type this.
Why oh why can’t humans be less complicated?
#complication #mind #prose #reality #spilled ink #veltrice
As the shuttles of the night dim the streets, go through the pathways of this district; shadows crossing along the walls so tall, hiding the fears as the evacuation goes on.
Tons of missiles could be heard from thus far, It’s been a while since we have seen those fires; evacuation must take place even if people are losing their love ones, for it would be a mistake to sacrifice more souls to save those that were about to die.
As people maneuvered through the dark streets, shouts of fear could be heard from the other district. Soldiers sealed off the platform towards the main street, as ferocious monsters took their lead.
The apocalypse was taking place; our lives, shorten - but we shall not die - shall not die. As the monsters claimed their victims, let us not forget the trainings that we have did, where yeomanship was our policy and sacrificing our lives for others was our priority.
Let us not forget the enemies we promised to defeat; the fears we promised to delete.
And let us all not forget about the souls who fought with all their might.
For them - for the people of this district and the love ones we have lost, let us all commit the greatest deed of our lives.
And that is - to defeat the nemesis that stood before our very eyes.
‘On a signal of three.’
As we ran through the pathways of catastrophe, we remember each and every event of our lives; as we fought through the battlefield to the very end, the smell of blood was the very last scent that lingered through our minds.
Never had we wanted to live, all we cared about was the multiple lives that we had to save.
And for this, we never regretted the choice of becoming part of the military - death may come too soon, but as I sit on this wheelchair with my legs amputated, I can’t help but wonder if I had saved enough lives to have my workable arms and fingers, spared.
#military #prose #veltrice #spilled ink
[Too shocked for a title]
The calm road stood before us as we drove through the dimly lit road at a quarter pass 4 in the morning. There were only a few cars sleepily passing us as we chatted about our recent ventures and how it would be brilliant to see our aspirations coming to light.
We stopped at a junction - just beside us was a blue taxi; a woman who seemed to be in her early twenties was facing downwards, most probably nodding away to the soft whispers of the air-conditioning.
The traffic lights turned green and our cab driver drove forward, at a pace that was slightly slower than the taxi that was to our right.
Then it happened - that mere second changed everything.
A Ferrari that had beat the red light from the opposite direction directly crashed onto the sides of the blue taxi, causing it to flip on the over side. The wheel of the taxi hit a motor-cyclist, causing him to slide through the rough road; scraping his delicate skin and crashing his bones.
We witnessed everything.
That mere second saved our lives. As the debris from the accident met our eyes, we could no longer speak about what was going on in our minds.
The shock. The trauma. That taxi flipped. The driver and his passenger died.
The Ferrari driver died. And all that was left were the warmth of the bright fires that lit the entire empty street.
The calm road stood before us as we walked through the dimly lit road at a quarter past 5 in the morning. There were only a few cars sleepily passing us as we walked towards the bodies, silent in the midst of the mournful morning.
Life’s unpredictable - cherish every single moment of it.
#unpredictable #accident #prose #words #reality #spilled ink #veltrice
“O-ok. So-so you put these elements - the elements of disaster. And - and you put…umm…some sort of weapon into its inside to create catastrophe - uh - yah. And - and - and, then you realize that - that something out there, is killing you. YOU rage. Then you settle to the bottom of the ocean and start to ponder how much the world has changed. No wait - wait…you would then place a bottle of wine into the loopholes of transparency and indulge in the stresses of society; brilliant - oh so brilliant.” He dazed into space for a second and then eyed at me. Gave a little wink and started staring at the ground.
“OH. So you meant that aliens are your friends and people are your nemesis?” I asked absent-mindly. Time’s running out. We have to hurry.
“Nemesis? Oh you meant the bomb that set on fire and went blasting over the oceans of the world and drinking off the mountain waters of society? Oh - oh that! And - and, umm…aliens? You meant those figurines with two eyes and a nose…and - oh, they look like you…? Heh?” He gave a sick smile.
I did not have time to think. I had to continue and I’ll just ignore his sick gestures. “Alright. So dust bins have wings and coke float’s poison?” I stared at the nearby window and looked back at him before he realized something was a miss.
“Dust bins…they bite. I mean - mean…they tend to kill people when you place your hands into them. ARGH ARGH ARGH! The sounds they make. And then they tend to engulf your heads into mine fields filled with coke floats - coke floats that are poison.” He laughed loudly and started hitting the side of the table.
“Ah- alright…” I narrowed my eyes towards the same window and mouthed certain words towards Seth who was almost agitated. I mouthed an “okay” immediately and stared back into Jacob’s direction. “So…hmmm…you were saying that there was a secret chamber in your attic, right?” I finally asked the question after getting comfortable with him. “Like…you have a basement and an attic. And you said that just between the both levels - there’s a secret pathway to eh…space?” I had to deceive him, a little.
“Well - well…umm…space? YA. Space. It - it teleports you to space and then swallows you up and vomits you into the vacuum air and…eh…oh…ladder. You have to climb the - eh…ladder there. First. Yep.” I was relieved! He finally talked about the ladder.
“Yes. Yes. The ladder. Where’s that?” I got rather anxious and just shot out my question.
“Umm…left side…cabinet…switch…opens.” He fumbled a little and went back rambling about how outer space was filled with worms.
“Ah…okay.” I slowly dragged off my seat and went towards the direction where the switch was. Seth was at the other end, waiting for me to activate the button so that we could escape from this mad house.
James claimed that he liked me and thus, I was trapped with him for the past 28 days. And then one day I saw him activating the ladder from the cage that was behind him. The thing was that…he holds a shotgun. And it’s freaking scary. So, after getting closer to him, I realized that he could be tricked when I divert my conversations into weird topics such as…well…aliens.
Slowly, I walked behind his rocking chair and the shrieking noises freaked the hell out of me. But I had to bear with it. Just ten more steps and Seth would be able to escape. And of course - pull me out.
Seth oh seth…the warrior that rescued me from the war that was happening and then running deep down the mines and finding a perfect-looking house only to find that there was a mad man living inside…I shook my head a little to get back into where I was; I must not let my mind wander.
Without pondering much, I pressed the button and the ladder, indeed came down. I eyed the window yet again and I saw Seth climbing upwards into the rooftop so he could use the ropes that he had made over the last 28 days to bash through the glass window that was just above us.
I waited. Butterflies built. Jacob was still rocking his chair and staring into outer space; small grins could be seen but such a sick look just made me wanna get out of here immediately.
AND, just as expected, Seth bashed through the window from the above and my face brightened up. I eyed at Jacob who eyed at me and smiled.
“WOOOOO! THIS IS FUN!” Suddenly, a shout from Seth could be heard. “I have never expected to have a Mission Impossible plot in our house! WOO! Look at this rope - JACOB! HAH! Oh - look who’s this fool who had been playing with us. HAHA! FUN! FUN! It’s REALLY REALLY FUN! Ja-jacob?” He smiled at Jacob. I was stunned.
“OH JA-UH…” His eyes suddenly opened widely and…blood flowed down his mouth.
Jacob pulled out the knife that he had stabbed into the chest of Seth and came walking towards me. “Don’t fool me. Stupid spies.” Jacob replied sternly - he has never spoken without stumbling…ever. I was still shocked. And confused.
“Hah…tryin’ to get out secrets from here just because you guys think I’m mad. It’s stupid. But it’s exhilarating. I love this game. And Tess, you are next, my dear girl. The last 28 days was rather exhausting. I mean…acting mad and not being able to finger your lips. It sucks. And I feel absolutely sorry for myself.” He laughed.
“What the…” I finally spoke.
“Well then…let the game - BEGIN!” He shouted.
It turned dark.
And all I could hear…was his laughter.
#writing #words #prose #creative writing #veltrice
Novels are what I seek to publish; being educated through textbooks was what I have been brainwashed to do; poems reflect what my soul desires.
Quotes are created when reality rings a bell in my head; I speak what I speak.