Category: Random Writings

Elevation

I’ve had this ability for as long as I can remember. Jason calls it the elevation but I just call it upgrade. At first, we messed around with elevating all kinds of stuff, but it turns out that people get quite suspicious when your mini-van suddenly turns into a Ferrari. As I grew up, I realised I could do so much more than just upgrade things. I could repair them, copy them, downgrade them; I could even delete them.

Contrary to Jason, I believed it was in my best interest to keep my powers on the down low. Of course, I used them, what’s the point in having them if you didn’t? I just didn’t want to draw attention to myself; I didn’t think I can elevate my way out of jail.

But as all stories go, there was a turning point, and it came in the form of Janet Lily Sullivan. She was a decent looking lady with an alright figure. She worked in accounting, a couple of desks from my little office in HR. We first met at the company’s Christmas party; she would be my third girlfriend, and as fate would have it, my last.

We started dating quite a while after that; Jane (or Lily as she liked to be called) had such a bright personality. She made the every day seemed extraordinary; she made my life have a purpose.

It wasn’t a while later that she happened to overhear Jason talking about the elevation. She asked me and I couldn’t help but tell her the truth. After all, I thought she was different; I figured she was special.

It didn’t take long before Lily started changing. She wanted my gifts to be even more unique; according to her, I could just elevate them anytime I wanted. Soon, even the best gifts couldn’t sate her and even then she still wanted more.

It had been three weeks of her constantly begging me to upgrade her; I had told her, no, but she kept on and I finally gave way. It only took a few seconds, but it would change the rest of my life.

For the first time in a long time, she was happy; she was more beautiful, more fit, more everything that she had ever been and for a while, it was just fine. But of course, the questions came. What exercise did you do? Who does your hair? Did you get plastic surgery?

Tired of all the inquisition she finally let it slip, and that’s when it all began. Her story spiralled onto the internet; she even got appearances on shows. Meanwhile, I hadn’t gone to work in weeks; paparazzi had flooded my doors.

I managed to escape my house, living on the run. All this time she was becoming even more and more famous. It took me three weeks to track her down, and I did something I had never done before: I downgraded her.

So that’s my story, now I’m here under this bridge. Police have been looking for me for a while now; apparently what I did was illegal. Maybe I should just end it; maybe it was never a good idea in the first place. The only person that would miss me if I died was probably Jason, the only person who still cared. But I’m sure that he would live a much better life if I weren’t around. And so I reached for the top of my head, just under downgrade and I pressed…

 


In response to Everything has a small arrow and the word “upgrade” over it. Press it and you can upgrade the item into a better verison. You’ve used the abikity sparingly, new phones, better cars, however today you made the ultimate mistake. You pressed the button over a person from Writing Prompts.


 

There Was A Time

There was a time

When we were happy

When we had everything

When we owned the sea

There was a time

When we were happy

When we had everything

When we owned the sea


There was a time

 

Full of life

When you were my wife

And there was no strife


Now that’s not but memories

Lost in a deep vast sea

You’ve been lost to me

There was a time



The Icognito Writer

Nothing But Empty Air

Burning doors and falling roofs

Don’t ask how, it’s what we do

Settle down and take a seat

You’re on a journey; a trip with me

Fires burning and embers blaze

This how we’re spending the rest of our days

Navigating our way out of this maze

Let others go, we’re going to run our race

Burning doors and falling roofs

Don’t ask how, it’s what we do

Settle down and take a seat

You’re on a journey; a trip with me

Fires burning and embers blaze

This how we’re spending the rest of our days

Navigating our way out of this maze

Let others go, we’re going to run our race


So sit down, look around

We got space and time to spare

I think I’ve found, my way out

And I got an idea where

Where we’re going, where we’ll be

Is a place not no one else can see

Nothing but empty air



The Icognito Writer

Dance, Swing and Sway

Slowly the record plays

What song I don’t recall

Its soft though, that I remember

Like the sound of leaves in the fall

Gently I pull you close

We dance and swing and sway

The music plays on and on

As we dance the night away

The record is still playing

As the stars come out in the sky

But I don’t care about anything

As long as you’re by my side

Daytime fades inter darkness

Light fades into night

But where we are still warm

You are my saving plight

The record is finally over

The song is finally done

Our dance this night was amazing

I can’t wait for out next one



The Icognito Writer: Record

Holding You, Holding Me

Vivid memories rest in my mind

Watching the sunset as time flies by

Vivid memories are all that I see

Holding you, holding me

Pictures of the past are on display

The summer rain, the springs of May

Pictures of the past set me free

Holding you, holding me

I recall the days long gone

They passed away like a forgotten song

I recall how you used to sing

Holding you, holding me



The Icognito Writer: Vivid

In The Night Time

In the night time

We are creeping

Hiding from daylight

While others sleeping

Finding the right time

We need a reason

We’re in the limelight

We are still living

In the night time

Don’t know what hit you

Better watch out

Before someone sees you

In the right time

You’ve got to break free

Don’t mock about

This all rides on me

In the night time



The Icognito Writer

Train Tracks

Train tracks leading to nowhere

Dark skies and a dark sea

The suns back in the atmosphere

But its out of light; I can’t see

 

Train tracks in the dessert

No living soul in my sights

Surrounding by nothing but dirt

Its finally time for the night

 

Train tracks bring me to you

For that I’m extremely grateful

The sky is now a warm blue

This reunion was so fateful



The Icognito Writer

Hello Soldier

Hello soldier from the war

I heard you lost your leg there

You were so full of life before

Now your face reeks of fear

Hello soldier from the war

I heard you lost your leg there

You were so full of life before

Now your face reeks of fear

 

Hello child from the war

I heard you lost your mother now

You had a beautiful smile before

Now its naught but a perpetual frown

 

Hello sister from the grave

I heard you’re dead as it stands

You made one simple mistake

Now that one was your last

 

Hello father from the grave

Your wife is calling out to you

You were strong, you were brave

Now there ‘s nothing left of you

 

Hello soldier from the war

You are young, you are proud

You say you are different from those before

But your voice is a familiar sound



The Icognito Writer

Hello Poverty

Hello boy from the fields

You are struggling to find work

Searching for one last meal

Before you body joins the dirt

 

Hello pauper on the street

You are looking for one little coin

Begging everyone you meet

But they all just disappoint

 

Hello children in the morgue

You were young but you weren’t free

Your situation was absurd

Your lives were incomplete

 

Hello boy from the fields

Your body has withered at its seams

No longer now whats fake and whats real

As you fade into your final dream



The Icognito Writer

Forest Fire

The fire burns in the distance

The smell of burning wood fills the air

Trees fall without resistance, the beautiful forest is no longer here

 

Death and life bring forth sadness

Just as cloud and sea bring forth rain

There is beauty within the madness, there is joy within the pain

 

The forest is now bought a memory

The hills a cruel torture

Yet as I watch such irony, I can’t help but watch longer



The Icognito Writer

Darling, I

Tender fires fill your eyes

Your hands are warm to touch

Desire brings a nice surprise

Darling, I miss you so much

 

Loving words through the night

As we hold each other close

Its late, but the time is right

Darling, I got to let you go

 

Slipping away through the darkness

I watch as you cry and you tremble

I’m pulled by an invisible harness

Darling, I love you so



The Icognito Writer

The Color Blue

The color blue reminds me of the sky. Of the lovely wash of colour that I see every morning. Of the source of the sweet summer rain; the color of the rain itself. The color of every little droplet of joy falling from the great beyond. It reminds me of the sea, the one that my dad used to take me when I was younger. When I didn’t know about fish or bait, of life or fate. Where I would just sit on a boat for hours and hours on end, enjoying the view; enjoying life. The color blue reminds me of so many pleasant memories but why is it that I’m crying. Why is it that I’m sad? Why do I feel so blue?



The Icognito Writer

There’s A Fire In My Heart

There’s a fire in my heart

That keeps raging on

Urging me to fight

To go on and on


There’s a tempest in my mind

Its been stormy

So here I go to find

The real me


There’s a earthquake in my hands

There is quaking

My body is unsteady

I keep shaking


There’s a fire in my heart

That keeps raging on

Urging me to fight

To go on and on



The Icognito Writer

No Mercy

No mercy for the weak

No favor for the poor

No grace for the lost at heart

This world is a closed door


I said no mercy for the weak

And no favour for the poor

Find yourself if you are lost at heart

Cause you’re world is a closed door


Be careful my little child

The world is dangerous out there

Just sit down and wait a while

I’ll be right here


There’s no mercy for the weak

We’ve forgotten those that are poor

No memory of the lost at heart

Where are their open doors?


But its your turn my little child

You no longer live in fear

So now you can finally smile

And I’ll always be right here



The Icognito Writer

Cry Me A River, Child

Cry me a river, child

With your tears so tired

Cry me a river, child

With your face so sad

Cry me a river, child

You know time waits for no one

Cry me a river, child

Do it now if you must

Cry me a river, child

With your tears so tired

Cry me a river, child

With your face so sad

Cry me a river, child

You know time waits for no one

Cry me a river, child

Do it now if you must

Cry me a river, child

Let me know your heartache

Cry me a river, child

Let me know how it hurts

Cry me a river, child

But don’t forget tomorrow

Cry me a river, child

Don’t remember yesterday

Cry me a river, child

Don’t drown in sorrow

Cry me a river, child

Don’t drown in pain



The Icognito Writer

People Like You

You call me insane, don’t know my name

Don’t talk to me at all

But I’ll just smile and wait for a while

Cause I know you’ll fall


I may not have green and I may not be lean

But I really don’t care

I know what will be, because I have seen

What happens to people, people like you


You may be rude; it’s not something new

But I really don’t care

You think you’re cool, playing me for a fool

When there’s no one here


But I’ll sit down and wait; I’ve got all of today

To stay true

And I know what will be, cause I know what’s happening

To people, people like you



The Icognito Writer: People Like You