Unravel the mysteries of life
try as you may it gets harder
~ many meant to remain unsolved
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
That book I stopped reading,
After chapter thirteen,
Its covers judging me back,
For months its left unseen.
Chapter twelve was like breeze,
But thirteenth fell apart ,
The fourteenth didn't draw me in,
It failed to touch my heart.
Today, I pick that book again,
Only to resume where I left.
But what if it doesn’t meet,
The expectations I’ve kept?
I’m losing hold of it,
The new one looks more hot,
The one I got this week,
I think that’s worth a shot.
I left it on a swift note,
No cliffhangers in sight,
And letting it be as it is,
Just felt like it was right.
I think it’s better incomplete,
I loved it thus so far,
And reading it for sake of ending
Might only leave a scar.
Or maybe,I will come back to it,
If there’s no book left to bloom,
Only then I think it’s justified,
To give this one a resume.........
Jodie Foster is frying peppers and eggs ~ it is late and her legs
ache as she scrambles the yokes, sautés jalapenos.
Today a jerk again compared her to the movie star ~a life she
never wanted keeps invading her reality, even though she was
born earlier, people consider her the fraud; the fake, the
`knock-off.'
Not for the first time she imagines changing her name, but always
there is a fear of not being compared to anything at all.
There is a loud noise upstairs. She freezes, she recalls
the movie -`Panic Room.' She runs to her downstairs closet,
bolting the door behind her. Footsteps descend - it is Jodie Foster
in her role as Agent Starling. Jodie has a gun and is seeking
her rapist from a previous movie.
Scripts are merging. The Jodi who cooks peppers and eggs
understands why she has always avoided cliffhangers - suspense
thrillers. She cries softly in the dark as she clutches
a Dollar Store spatula, a utensil that will never work
as well as a real branded weapon.
Jodie Foster is frying peppers and eggs.
It is late and her legs ache
as she scrambles the yokes,
sautés the jalapenos.
Today a jerk again compared her
to the film actress.
A life she never wanted keeps invading her reality.
Even though she was born earlier
people consider her the ‘wrong one.’
Not for the first time
she imagines changing her name,
A noise upstairs, the woman freezes
then runs to her understairs closet,
bolting the door.
Footsteps descend.
It is the movie star Jodie Foster,
She has a gun and is seeking her imposter.
Life-scripts are merging;
she understands why she has always avoided
cliffhangers - suspense thrillers.
Jodie cries softly in the dark
clutching a Dollar Store spatula
that will never work as well as a branded one.
Jodie Foster is frying peppers and eggs ~ it is late and her legs ache
as she scrambles the yokes, sautés jalapenos.
Today a jerk again compared her to the movie star ~a life she
never wanted keeps invading her reality, even though she was
born earlier, people consider her the fraud; the fake, the
'knock-off.'
Not for the first time she imagines changing her name, but always
there is a fear of not being compared to anything at all.
There is a loud noise upstairs. She freezes, she recalls
the movie -`Panic Room.' She runs to her downstairs closet,
bolting the door behind her. Footsteps descend - it is Jodie Foster
in her role as Agent Starling. Jodie has a gun and is seeking
her rapist from a previous movie.
Scripts are merging. The Jodi who cooks peppers and eggs
understands why she has always avoided cliffhangers - suspense
thrillers. She cries softly in the dark as she clutches
a Dollar Store spatula, a utensil that will never work
as well as a weapon, than a real branded one.
Felt like a quest without a treasure,
Talking in turns without pleasure,
Wanted you to burn my soul,
With passion and intention,
Quite the fairytale of adventure.
The politeness of your nature,
Tormented my soul for leisure,
Though I wanted the danger.
Cliffhangers and excitements.
These dreams.
Psychedelic dreams.
Untouchable yet, describable-- in some ways.
One moment turns into something else--
like mixing drinks, experiencing a different taste--
between sweet and sour--hot and cold--
the gray area mushes, turning into a hybrid form.
Interpretations will only add to a stack of questions.
Trying to figure out--deciphering the meanings behind what's already confusing.
The brain fiddles and play with scenarios. Like an unsolved mystery--cliffhangers.
Perhaps it reveals our deepest desires.
Perhaps it reveals our truest natures.
Waking up is pointless.
It ends the adventure.
Even nightmares can be fun--heart races.
Sometimes we try to revert the traces.
Clues are left behind like memories--quickly faded.
These dreams.
Psychotic it seems.
Prescriptions--Doctor recommendations.
Insomniac relations--day dreaming of immeasurable temptations.
Deprived of ecstatic doses--medicine will only nourish addictions.
Shut your eyes and try to fall.
Wake up and it will all dissolve to nothing at all.
Dreams are what we strive for.
Dreams are what we yearn for.
Dreams---they are what we live for.
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