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Rainbow Project

Posted in Poems, Writing Prompts with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 31, 2016 by rachelcipriano

7 days of poetry about each distinct color. A compilation.

Day 1: Red
I crave for the lips with a taste of cherry, when my body feels the blazing shade of the enraged. In this sweet ferocity, I will be your lover. Draped in cochineal, watch me aflame. I will not bleed, and roses shall be my breath.

Day 2: Orange
Sweaty palms in the humid air. Summer comes and you tie up your hair. Our shadows prance remembering the sunset. I draw in the breeze passing you and never forget, the kiss of tangerine with the purple sky–the days before the winter sleep and the moment we’ll lie.

Day 3: Yellow
Honey moonlight floods the room. Shadows slowly swallow the amber light under the door. I dream of lemons and sand. As I feel the breath of Scotch grunting in my ear. I grasp the golden cross on my chest and forget the grip on my arms. Then the magnificent sun shines and I smile. Because I find its color very similar to mine.

Day 4: Green
In the meadow he crawls, lingering, waiting until someone falls. Hissing soothing words, I stare in his emerald eyes engulfing me like fire devouring the foliage. Entranced by his promises, I lift my hands–and the leaves looming over me graze my skin as I grasp the viper’s pome. Engrossed, one bite sent me crashing to the bed of moss.

Day 5: Blue
Adam sprawled across the shore.
Ashen and pale-lipped,
His sapphire eyes stared blankly at the cloudless sky.
Imbibed of his own ale,
He dreamed of
blooming irises and soaring jays, and
another breath.

Day 6: Indigo
With my spectacles on and her studded beryl jacket, I found her again. We forced our way into the blackened azure sky and united our souls with our ethereal bodies. Midnight comes and we vanish without a word. I will comb every era to find you again in this empyrean cloud.

Day 7: Violet
Raised in benign neglect, I will fill these regal murder halls with Morrissey. The mauve sky declaring the advent of twilight, I watch my carmine wrists weep like a lady in a macabre funeral.

Happiness Happens

Posted in Inspirations, Ravings with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 1, 2016 by rachelcipriano

How do you explain the color of the sky to someone who has never seen anything since the day he was born? How can you make a deaf man know the sound of the birds chirping or the waves crashing if he hadn’t been able to hear his own mother’s voice or his own cry since his birth? How do you make someone speak the language of the poets when he hadn’t even uttered his own name before? How do you explain beyond the senses?

Sometimes, you find yourself surprised when you suddenly realize that other people have struggles you had overcome a long time ago. That you gain some connection with a stranger—someone you never knew could understand you because you think they have never been in your shoes, never seen what you have seen, never done what you have done. You used to think that your pain is yours and yours alone—that nobody could have been through it besides you. Or you could be lucky: you could meet someone and never understand his pain because you never were in that kind of extreme suffering, you never walked in his shoes, you never saw what he is seeing, you never did what he is doing just to get by each day. You could be the survivor or you could be the lucky one. But either way, if you are a person who cares, you will encounter this dilemma—the plight of the empath: How do you explain beyond the senses?

It has been a challenge to me the past few days how to make someone understand what he has never experienced before. I would like to believe that I am a survivor. See, this person I met, his life is tiptoeing between being bullied and being unnoticed. He is constantly ridiculed for his looks (I don’t think he is ugly but where he comes from, his looks do not fit into the category of ‘beautiful’. Do not even get me started with the ridiculous social conventions we millennials have.), he is continually ignored by girls because he wasn’t “cool” in their definition—he likes things that not everybody likes. But they do not see how helpful he is or how he goes out of his way just to help people. They do not see how resourceful he is, him being a scout. They do not see how easy it was for him to see good in people though he never was seen as good by the people around him. Now here comes his depression. He sees good in people but cannot see that in himself. Now, how do I make him see his beauty if he was blinded by the society? How do I make him hear the kind words I have for him if he was hearing screaming mockery from the people around him? How can I make him say to himself that he is kind and good and generous if those who are close to him are muffling his voice?

Now, see, I also believe I am a lucky one because I have survived when I thought I wouldn’t. I thought the bullies will never stop. I thought I will never have friends. I thought nobody would love me. I used to be a mess, then when I was about to give up, good people started coming into my life. I don’t know if that was luck or just that the tides were suddenly shifting, but I never knew that happiness would happen to me. Now how do I make him understand that? How do I make him understand that things will get better? I keep telling him that life sucks until it won’t. But how can I make him believe it? How can I say that everything will be good when all he experiences is bad? How do I convince him not give up on life altogether? How do you make someone believe that if things are bad today it doesn’t necessarily mean that it’s bad forever?

If you are a survivor or a lucky one, I guess you just don’t give up easily. Stand by them. Be there. But if you are also experiencing the same things my friend is experiencing, I am telling you, happiness happens.

SuperMe in an Alternate Universe

Posted in Writing Prompts with tags , , , , , , , , , , on January 20, 2014 by rachelcipriano

Daily Prompt: A Bird, a Plane, You!
by michelle w. on November 22, 2013

You get to choose one superpower. Pick one of these, and explain your choice:

  • the ability to speak and understand any language
  • the ability to travel through time
  • the ability to make any two people agree with each other

Photographers, artists, poets: show us POWER.

I think we all have this kind of moment, amidst the popularity of action figures, superheroes, mutants, name it, I bet you’ve seen it all in movies, televisions, comic books, there came a time to us when we asked ourselves what kind of power we’d want to possess.

But what is power? Is it just another objective idea? The concept of just a What? Or is power subjective?

To say what super trait we want to have is so easy. I bet you already have one in mind.  But when is a super trait powerful? When do you know that what you’re possessing is power?

Power is about relativism.

The ability to speak any language sounds really good. What a convenience would it be to not get lost in translation. What a convenience would it be to express and understand. But if you’re in a hypothetical city where people doesn’t care what the other has to say. We may have the ability but have no power over that kind of city.

Same with the ability to travel through time. What are the probable course of actions to take if we could travel through time? Change history? Maybe assassin bad leaders of the past? Alter chronology of inventions? But what good would that bring? Of course there are always silver linings to each cloud. But where will this cloud take you? Where will this cloud take us? This time we would surely have the effect. And power is about effectiveness or influence. Power will surely come to work, but to what good?

The ability to make people agree with each other sounds so peaceful. But that is frightening too. First, whose terms would be agreed upon? Second, who will choose whose party should be agreed upon? Third, this is not just about good and bad decisions anymore, this is about removing decisions from the people entirely. Sure, one agreement will be made but where is the consciousness? Power to remove consciousness is the most wicked of all I think.

So what power do I want to have? I know you think I’m breaking rules by not choosing one from the three options given or that I’m missing the point. But this is my power to not choose from the three because I know I cannot handle any of those powers. Maybe in some alternate universe, there is power in admitting weakness to handle such power.


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