Rocket Science? It’s Just Life!

“What I do is not rocket science, but I sure do love it” Kyle Chandler

Rocket Science? It’s Just Life!

Life

Is complicated
Feelings of hate
It challenges you
It teases you

Makes you feel very small
The elating, making you tall
Pushing you against the wall
Even if you wanted to just go to the mall

You are so confused
With feelings of being abused
Left out standing in the cold
Cheated of everything and very old

It’s more like science
Than any kind of common sense
How to break the fence
Find the formula of suspense

Remember this one thing
And it can make you sing

It’s only complicated
If you are acting stupid
It’s not rocket science
It’s just life with a little defiance

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Nightmares of Who I Am

“Who am I and why am I here? Has just become my greatest fear.” Mohit.K.Misra

Nightmares of Who I Am

Do I have anxieties?
What am I afraid of?
What is my worst fear?
What do I worry about?
Who am I scared of?

If you won’t ask me
I will never tell you
I prefer it that way
Staying anonymous, hidden
An enigma, never written

I’m not special
But I am different
I’m not ordinary
I am distinctive
Im not complicated
I am plain difficult

To your question
“Tell me about your childhood”
Without any hesitation
I say
You misunderstood
I get out

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Nightmares of Time

“Suspect each moment, for it is a thief, tiptoeing away with more than it brings” John Updike

Nightmares of Time

Do I have anxieties?
What am I afraid of?
What is my worst fear?
What do I worry about?
Who am I scared of?

Jumping
Into the abyss
Falling, flailing
Yet never reaching
The ground
Suspended in
Mid air
Not flying
Not falling

Running out of time

Sprinting
Leaping
Close enough
Feeling it
Almost touching
Tasting it
Yet never reaching
I want it so much

Running out of time

My heart pounding
Cold sweat
Covering all of me
In my mind the same theme hounding
Of being late
My greatest worry seems to be

Running out of time

Time from what?
My life

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Mirror, Mirror

“Before you judge me, my actions or my ways, just take a good look in the mirror because honey, you ain’t perfect”

Mirror, Mirror

Mirror Mirror
On the wall
Who is the bitchiest
Of them all?

You say attitude
I say personality
Just because
I piss you off

Mirror Mirror
On the wall
Who is the smartest
Of them all?

I may play dumb
Or a lazy bum
But there within lies the fun
Always thinking like
The fastest gun

Mirror Mirror
On the wall
Is it my reflection
Or a deception?

It is myself I see
Even if thee
Don’t agree

It’s always going to be
Just me
In the
Mirror, Mirror

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I’m not Evil, I was just Drawn That Way

“Evil is a point of view” Anne Rice

I’m not Evil, I was just Drawn That Way

A Woman
Can be
Many things

Curvy
Feminine
Sexy

Calculating
Manipulative
Evil

Promiscuous
Slutty
Trollopy

A Woman is also

A

Mother
Sister
Wife

Lady
Dame
Queen

Treat her right
A woman can be

Giving
Loving
Romantic

And forever Yours

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The Nerd In Me

“Never apologize for being nerdy, because unnerdy people never apologize for being assholes”
John Barrowman

The Nerd In Me

My Glasses,
A band-aid as quick fix
My Teeth
Dental braces for the glitches

I am awkward
Sometimes scared
A social coward
Of everything
and everyone

Over analyzing
Constantly thinking

But
I am also

Stalking you
Admiring you
Too Afraid
to approach you

Standing in the narrow corridor
Staring in awe
From a far
There you are

Suddenly
Walking towards me
I try to hide
No place to run
No where to flee

As you approach
I try to look away
Hoping you won’t notice me
Standing there
I feel the need to pee

Panic attacks
Breath caught
Eyes scanning
Nothing in planning
I am caught

I hear
“There you are!”

Not a word
Escapes my mouth
Standing there
Staring in silence

“Hello”
You say

“Hel- lo”
I try

Stepping closer
No hesitation
You say

“Just kiss me already!”

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Stalking is such a Strong Word. Let’s call it… Social Research!

” *Friend request accepted* Let the stalking begin! “

Stalking is such a Strong Word. Let’s call it… Social Research!

Checking your home page
For the umpteenth time
I must have been in a haste
For no updates I find

Just because
My favourites
Are in the ‘Ks’
And my followers
Are in the nays

You may think
I stink
And am
A

Stalker?
Prowler?
Fan Girl?
Just because my toes curl?

Admirer maybe
From a far of course
Devote
And the Art to endorse
Buff or a Rooter
But not a suitor

I hope you are not offended
As I await here expended
And I’d rather
You called me an other

Name,
Without the blame

A
Researcher
of the Individual

Now,
Why did you not
Answer on the spot
To my ping?

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Simply, Weird

“I’m not even on drugs, I am just weird” Alex Gaskarth

Simply, Weird

Bizarre
Curious
Eerie

Highly Extraordinary

Mismatched
Odd
Peculiar

Still Familiar

Scratchy
Sinful
Strange

Only Natural

Queer
Unusual
Uncanny

Seriously Virtuous

Unearthly
Weird
Whacked

Still, very very Wicked

Or am I simply,
A Special Edition?

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Eavesdropping? No, just socially investigating!

“Sometimes I listen to strangers’ conversation and mentally give my opinion”

Eavesdropping? No, just socially investigating!

“By George we made it!” Emma shouted in victory.

“I thought we were lost there for a moment, but here we are. And all in one piece!” Marc added dusting off his jacket.

“Too bad we lost George.” Emma was feeling sorry for the poor guy.

Marc looked at Emma and with a sad voice answered: “The needs of the many, outweigh the needs of the few.”

“Or the one!” Emma added.

Marc hugged Emma as they were standing, both looking into the distance, thoughts on their lost comrade.

***

I was on my way to work, when I stopped by the coffee shop. Waiting for my order I glanced around the place and noticed three intriguing characters in the farthest corner table. Two men and a woman, obviously deep in conversation, planning something from the looks of how they were positioned. Huddled together, serious yet fierce expressions on their faces and looking like they were plotting something.

Being of a curious nature, interested in all human relations, I took a few steps closer, trying to catch a glimpse of what they were talking about.

“This has to go down today!” The woman said loud enough for me to hear from my position.

I was hooked. I inched even closer and secretly hoped my order would take a while to complete.

“Did you check the weapons, made sure we have enough ammo?” The other man asked from the one sitting opposite him.

“All checked boss! I also added an extra ingredient, just to spice things up! Can’t wait to see the other guys’ faces when they get hit!” He responded with a smirk on his lips.

‘Boss, hit, guns?!’

Some kind of heist or mob hit in the planning I wondered. I was shaking a little. The threesome sitting around the table did not look like robbers or mob members, rather like nerds or students. But never judge a book by it’s cover.

The woman then took something out from her bag and laid it on the table. It looked like a map of sorts.

“Are we all clear on our positions at the final stage.” She was pointing at something on the paper to the others.

“What if I change my stance here rather than here.” The other man asked the woman and the one he had called boss.

“No!” The woman raised her voice again. Clearly the other man had been wrong about who the real boss was.

She then continued, “No deviations! We will all stick to the plan as agreed before.”

The man just nodded.

“Excellent!” The woman responded, “Now as to the next…”

Her voice faded to the sounds of new customers coming in to the shop. A loud soccer team had just entered the premises and I could not hear the threesome’s conversation.

And then, my name was called out from the counter. My order was ready.

Pondering whether to ignore it and try to stay a while longer. Then again, it would look suspicious, if I would stand there with my coffee and bagels in my hand. Reluctantly I decided to leave. Maybe there was something in the newspaper tomorrow I could read about. After all, I was no detective, nor law officer. Just an eavesdropper on her way to work!

***

Emma and Marc were standing at the top of the hill holding their guns. They had finally won a battle.

“Poor George!” Marc was looking down at his friend, laying non moving down by the bushes.

“He was brave, right to the end!” Emma credited his fallen friend.
“Guys! A little help, please!” A voice shouted from below.

Emma and Marc looked at each other. Then started their way down the hill. They reached their destination and remained standing there, neither making an effort to help.

“Guys? I am dying here!”

“Well, it’s your own fault!” Marc told him.

“Yeah, you failed to follow the plan and got hit. Right in the forehead no less!” Emma berated him.

“Sorry, guess I should have cut back on the doughnuts!” Was the response of the fallen man, “I felt the energy draining away from me as I was running after you guys.”

Marc offered his hand to his friend and helped him up.

“George, you are a mess. You have paint all over your face!” Marc looked at the dirty face of his friend who had been hit by multiple paint pellets.

“Well, our team still won!” George replied with a big grin.

“We sure did George, we sure did!” Emma patted George on the back, “Thanks for taking one for the team!”

“Now, let’s go and celebrate our victory! Donuts anyone?” Marc added.

“Hear, hear!” The other two replied in unison.

 

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Back in time

“When I was kid, my social network was called ‘outside’ “

Back in time

This is the work one of pure fiction. Neither polar bears nor reindeer were harmed in the creation of this literary process!
The year was 1924.

Longitude and latitude: Somewhere up north, thataway! The Finnish Lapland would probably be the most accurate location for this tale.

How old was I?

I guess I was somewhere between ten and twelve years of age. In those days, people were born and they died. No one really bothered with the record keeping. Lord knows there were plenty of us to go around.

Despite the fact it was close to midsummer, there was still snow on the ground. The reindeer and polar bears were roaming the streets while us kids were running around, having snowball fights. That is, during the minimum spare time we had between school, chores and work. Sleeping in those days was a luxury. Sometimes we had a full night’s sleep, sometimes the watch duty fell on my plate and I needed to stay up all night. Luckily, coffee had been invented ten years prior and we were all pretty much hooked on the sweet dark liquid.

Our housing for the winter months was an igloo, which the whole family constructed out of ice. Snow was used as plaster to fill in any holes between the blocks of ice. During the summer time, we had a tent like structure made out of bear and deer skin. Unfortunately all of us favoured the winter dwelling for one simple fact: The summer house stunk like a skunk. The choice of material was not a good one, but then, it was depression and all commodities were scarce.

The trip to school, either winter or summer time was made on skis and it was part to the exercise curriculum for all of us still eligible for the classes. A twenty kilometer trip back and forth was not a big deal and was building the strength and endurance nicely. This also came in handy for our after school activities. Some of us went to work in the coal mines, while others were herding rein deer or taking care of their younger siblings.

Each Saturday the Sauna was heated and all the family gathered into the cramped little room, heated up to eighty degrees. We were sitting all butt cheek to butt cheek in the nude on a wooden construct in the small dark room. Only the burning fire in the stove gave some lighting. As a luffa, a loosely tied bunch of birch tree branches with leaves on them was used. Out mother pummeled us with the concoction and me thinks she enjoyed it a little too much. Granted we children gave her grieve sometimes, so I will give her that.

Bathing for us then meant taking dips in the icy, below freezing waters. This, after we had first heated our body temperatures close to baking. Then we ran naked to the lake, where a large hole had been dug into the ice and plunged in.

All in all life was pretty ordinary and uneventful in my childhood, apart from the minor quirks.

Do I miss it? My childhood?

I would rather spend my next holiday on a labour camp!

 

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