The wind chime of fabrication

 

 

 

 

 

The wind chime of fabrication

 

The wind blows as if someone is there at the balcony

The pale gloom of the evening light shines yet it felt empty

 

The wind sings it chiming voice, it whistles in harmony

Tuning-in to my heart, it listens as it beats, perhaps giving me self-pity

 

It’s crazy to think that perhaps death came, just visiting

Wearing something that makes his or her cloak sings

Whistling, whistling as the wind blows

 

Time and time again, I imagine what’s in-store

outside the empty balcony behind that closed door

another Fabrication of my over active imagination

 

      I don’t fear it, just that I don’t want it…

 

For now I don’t see any light in that empty balcony

Darkness engulfs its realm, just plain emptiness

I don’t mind it, but it affects my moodiness

I don’t like that at all, it affects my reality

It makes me tired for no reason, my random anomaly.

 

 

 

 

 

Written : 05/25/2014

Updated: 06/03/2014

 

Author's Note

Credits to the photo goes to
Haunted Balcony at Midnight by Niki

It started with the title, and my words just pour on its own. There is something about this write that is much deeper in its senses it portray. The words are simple yet a bit dark. As I was writing this, I can’t help but think about the song breaking down by Florence + the machine. I have been listing to their 2 albums lately.

breaking down Lyrics:
All alone
It was always there you see
And even on my own
It was always standing next to me
I can see coming from the edge of the room
Creeping on the street light
Holding my head in the pale gloom
Can you see it coming now.

crap note:

One day, one of my colleague told me that I looked tired, even though I am not physically. He said it shows in my eyes. That was the very first time I was caught off guard, that my emotions clearly shows in my eyes. I don’t usually show that, how emotionally tired I am, as if I am bothered on something. So I immediately tell somewhat a lie, I said I just lack sleep that’s why, then I smiled my way out of it as if I was not pretending.

And then it happened again as I finished writing this, another colleague of mine said, I look stressed out or I have some problem or I lost the glow of happiness in my eyes. God, I don’t want them to see that, so I lied again with a smile, that I have no problem, and I blurred out perhaps just stress out a little…

My author’s note is getting longer, I say so much whenever I felt I needed to say something or release this unwanted feelings. I guess I hated this kind of feeling.



You may or may not understand what I am blabbering about here, but I am just glad you my friends are reading this. That alone at least I know someone is listening, that is already enough.

It was a long break, sigh... I am back now to those who still remembers me, with that I am thankful to those who visit and read me.

Reviews

[Corset]

your writing just seems to capture the very essence of that half lit night, how the light shines on the very edge of your words, teetering in the darkness, you are like a fine wine my friend, you keepwriting better and better with time, delving ever deeper.

[Pax]

hugs, Thanks good, good friend... sometime I just wish to those who shines bright share some light for me to find the things I want. I am always grateful to you...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really do believe in ghosts...have had a couple experiences...those spirits in unrest, and from the picture, the perfect habitat for one to dwell...

sort of Poe-ish, this poem is...

gave me a chill.

jacob

[Pax]

Poe-ish? you mean mr. Allan Poe? if that's so, I never had noticed that :) Thank you so much my friend. mr. Poe is a great influence in poetry, not much to me maybe because I only had read one of his many poems... but I am glad that my piece is a bit to be compared to such talent of mr. Poe,even though I think i am just nothing compared to him. I so appreciate this review...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it had shades of his style and tone....a very good piece.

[Pax]

smiles, thanks!

[Tennessee]

I can see this happening at some haunted house. It has some mystery to it that just makes you wonder. Not bad kid, you never know what is sneaking up on you.

[Pax]

Thank you, my friend. Ghost gives me the creeps... makes my imagination goes wild.