Unfiltered Work: The Galaxies in Her Eyes (Blogtober Day 10)

The streets was her home, but she had dream that was too heavy for the universe to carry.

“I will be a writer one day”, she told me, showing me a list of dreams in very bad handwriting. “I will write of the people walking on the street, wearing suits but struggling to live.”

“I will write of the rich looking man well dressed in expensive clothes but suffering from hypertension and diabetes. I will tell my readers never to envy them.”

I watched her eyes sparkle as she watches people pass by. All she had was her little luggage. Life was hard for her at the moment but she knew things will get better.

“Will you write about your eyes, the way they always sparkle when you are excited? The galaxies in her eyes?”

She paused, then shook her head.

“No,” she said, then swallowed hard. “I won’t do that.”

“Why not?” I asked, shocked at her answer.

She looked into my eyes. I was blinded by her galaxies. “Because no one would like to read the story of a girl living in the streets. They all know the struggles of a girl living on the streets. But they don’t know the struggles of a man living the life.”

Prose Poetry: What Do You Do When It’s Raining?

What do you do when it is raining?

Do you pray for those who have leaking roofs?

Or you just jump onto your comfy beds and shout “Time for some cuddling!”

I have lived in a leaking room before

And I did not like it

I could never sleep when it rains at night

I had school the next day, so I had to sleep

But I couldn’t, even if I wanted to

I had to sit and desperately pray for the rain to stop

Am I selfish to ask for that?

But it doesn’t stop, it continues to pour down

After it is done, it would be two hours more for the sun to rise

You can’t even sleep again because the room is colder than outside

You can’t even sleep again because you have to mop up the little pond in your room

You can’t even mop up, because there is power cut

What could be worst?

You can’t sleep because your mattress is soaking wet

And it’s morning. Time to go to school

What do you do when it is raining?

Do you just cover yourself in blankets and complain of the cold?

Or you pray for those who don’t have roofs at all?

A Day In The Life of My Creative Journal

I have been keeping creative journals as long as I can remember. I have them in different sizes and shapes and styles.

You might be wondering what I usually write in my creative journal. I usually write

Poetry

Short stories

Story ideas

Phrases that come into my head

Some parts of a song I love (the lyrics)

Disqualified art (art that are not worth the look)

My creative journal is my way of escape, my way of writing down my creative feelings and I hope, it takes me along throughout this lifetime.

Proud to be a nineties chick, I mean kid, Hehehe xx.

Do you keep creative journals? What do you write in them?