Sunshine Blogger Award

Another nomination! Yehey!


My very good friend, Annie of What The Woman Wrote nominated me for the Sunshine Blogger Award! Such small surprises always make me smile! Big time! Thank you so much, Annie for remembering me always, especially when I was going through rough times! Your heartwarming comments and greetings really helped me a lot. 😀

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200 Followers!

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A big hooray to me for getting 200 follows on A Real Messy Beautiful Twisted Sunshine!

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From the bottom of my heart, I would like to say thank you to all the bloggers and writers who believed in my words and imagination.

I’m still having a hard time getting over my father’s passing. I feel uninspired and words seem to jumble in my head, I can’t even make them coordinate with me. I guess they have a world of their own at the moment. I will leave them like that for a while. I won’t force myself to write if I can’t.

I’m really trying my best not to miss a day from blogging because this is what makes me happy. I am happy when I write. I am happy when I read stories and experiences from other bloggers too.

Thank you once again to all my blogger friends! <3

xoxo,

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My Wandering Soul

I want to get hypnotized
by Norway’s northern lights
or walk above the sea of stars in Maldives.
Lay on a bed of cherry blossoms in Japan
or uncover Egypt’s other mysteries
seems to be a good plan.

The fifth place I wanted to visit
every day even only for a minute
is the enchanting place between sleep and waking,
where my father’s memories are blissfully waiting.
©Pancake Bunnykins

In response to The Daily Prompt’s:
The Wanderer

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UN-HAPPINESS

I’m not happy anymore!
Those were the words that I feared the most
to come out of your mouth

But you said it
in a cold bitter tone that made my
heart numb for a while.

How come you didn’t tell me earlier?
I could have stopped myself from falling so hard.
How come I didn’t notice that
you were acting up so cold lately?

Tears won’t fall, I was numb, remember?
but my world was shattered.
I thought I got lost in a dream.
Oh! How I wish it was a dream!
But my dreams too were blown away.

If letting go
will make you happy,
If being away from you
will make you happy,
then I will tear my own heart to pieces
so you can look for your happy ending
without me.
©Pancake Bunnykins

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I’m kinda back…

It feels weird to be back into writing again. Sitting on this brown couch in front of my laptop and listening to Blue Christmas by Elvis Presley. Yeah, it’s going to be Christmas soon and I never felt this empty.

Last month had been a very emotional month for me. The one thing that I feared the most to happen happened to me. I lost the most important person in my life, my superhero, my no. 1 believer and fan, my inspiration, my everything.

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‘Twas The Night Before Halloween

‘Twas the night before Halloween in an old wooden house
Where a creature was wearing a white bloody blouse
It gnawed and it chewed, splatting blood everywhere
As each of its victims watched horribly in despair

The children were tied with a rope around their heads
As their stomachs cut open and their intestines spread
The mothers in the cellar, each tied with a strap
With some broken bones, they escaped from the trap

Outside they ran, some stumble and clatter
And those who were caught were served on a platter
Some heads were smashed or severed with a lash
And some were kept as reserves in the stash

The house was surrounded by a wary scarecrow
That marked the graves of decomposing bodies below
Bodies that grew in numbers each year
With no explanation as they perished out of nowhere

The creature was human before it got sick
She was known as the wife of the old grumpy Nick
From a small unsuspected bite, a creature she became
And in the midnight hours, she was difficult to tame

“It hunts like a panther
Satisfying the hunger within
In a prison that’s secluded
Served with flesh of virgins and children
A light from the torch
Shaped like a ball
To guide its way, so runaway
Runaway all”

It could hear you breathing, it could hear you cry
Could sense your heartbeat, even as you sigh
The craving for flesh motivated it to pursue
Grief-stricken humans, soon became a stew

It escaped the old house and climbed to the roof
As the dogs in the neighborhood continued to woof
A person on the street, yes! a meal, it had found
And it bounced on its prey who fell helplessly on the ground

The victim screamed as she encountered the brute
A passerby heard and with his rifle, he shoot
The neighbors awoke and used the drops of blood to track
The wounded creature that had been shot in the back

The creature ran to the house of the man she used to marry
While an enraged group of people chased her in a hurry
The pain in her body made her stamina low
As blood from the gunshot wound continued to flow
Old Nick opened the door and hid her inside, in discrete
He treated her wound, sprawled her down on a clean sheet
He then prepared for her, an infant’s rancid belly
And other mutilated, decomposing human deli

She lay on the bed as she rested herself
For days she kept hidden as she restored back her health
Her husband carried out all the killings instead
But her appetite was not enough for her to be fed

In the dark she lured as old Nick does his handiwork
Her hunger was immense as her face gave a smirk
Without second thoughts, she lunged at him and he froze
But he was alert and punched her already-disfigured nose

He ran to the drawer and took out his pistol
Then gave her a shot, a single, double, triple
She dropped to the ground and vanished out of his sight
On that dreadful evening before Halloween night

(Inspired by the poem ‘Twas the Night before Christmas)

© Pancake Bunnykins

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Love A Girl Who Writes

Have you  ever wonder how it feels to be in love with a girl who writes?

You might see her at the corner of a coffee shop with a laptop on the table and a pair of glasses covering her face, or she could be in a park, feeling the afternoon breeze as she jots down her thoughts on a notebook.

You might catch her smiling on her own as she types on those keyboards or scribbles on her pad, but the fact is, she is drifting on a world of fantasy where her imaginations and creativity meet.

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