Even if we're thousand miles apart,
Regardless of how far or distant,
And how much our times differ,
In the end,
We're still standing under...
Surviving Haiyan: The World's Strongest MegastormSURVIVING HAIYAN
THE DAY BEFORE HAIYAN
We had known that a Super Typhoon was going to hit us, and so we prepared for the worst. My parents secured the roof of our house, cut down the huge branches of the nearby trees, and prepared a bag full of clothes, flashlights, and canned goods. Because my parents work for the San Joaquin parish church and are close friends of the parish priest, Fr. Kelvin Apurillo, the latter invited us to stay in the church's rectory since it was more durable than our house. However, we had to decline the invitation as we had to assist my aunt in taking care of my 85-year old grandmother who both lived in our ancestral house which was located just across our home. My Mother had instructed me that very night to stay at my Grandma's place for the night and they would just follow the next day.
THE DAY OF HAIYAN
I woke up at 5:30AM that day--I don't usually wake up at this time of the day--but I did. My aunt w
The Light Beyond Ch. 8Chapter 8: War of Beauties
Oh my God! I cant believe Im here!
Lina gave a droll stare on Anna as she watched her hyperventilate and bead cold sweats inside the fully air-conditioned venue of her Aunt Mimis party. While the others including her are enjoying the food and good music, her friend is at the verge of fainting. Her knees are trembling and her face had lost color despite of having make-up.
Anna is supposed to be the one who should watch after her in case she feel sick again but it looks like things are going the other way around.
Lina tried to pick another taco from her plate only to find it empty for the third time. Geez, dont they have bigger plates. She complained mentally. Hey, are you okay here by yourself? she asked Anna.
By the start of the evening, there were six of them in their table but as minutes passed each of her associates decided to engage into som
The Light Beyond Ch. 7Chapter 7: Chameleon
Like an explosion, Lina blasted in a sitting position looking at her friend in disbelief. She couldnt have been more stunned if Anna had grabbed the clinics IV pole and smashed it to her face. WHAT!? she screamed, making Anna flinch a little on her sudden aggression. Because honestly, who wouldnt, her voice had been hostile and loud, loud enough for even the students from outside to hear. You called my Dad? she asked, Anna nodded. Why did you do that?
Well, Dr. Fielder says that you might need a hospital attention. So I checked your phone, I saw his number. So I called him. Whats wrong with that?
Her jaws dropped. This day couldnt get any worse. She missed her appointment and shes sure that Cast is still waiting for her while shes still helpless to do anything to wait for her body to handle herself. Oh damn it!
W-what? Why? What
The Light Beyond Ch. 6Chapter 6: Secret and Secrets
Lina was still thinking too much of the great day that shed just spent that she didnt notice that shes only a few centimeters close from hitting herself right directly into a grey van parked in front of the vacant house beside her home. Good thing that she was fast enough to press the break before she could end up in a total catastrophe.
New neighbor? Lina mused when she saw the van and the cargo boxes and some furniture scattered all around it.
Or maybe to be more precise, a neighbor.
Lina admits that shes a loner type of person and she doesnt like too many people running around her neighborhood. So when her Dad made her picked her choice of home, she chooses the one that is kind of spaced away from the rest that even the house next to hers is unoccupied.
But now, so much for spacing away. The empty house that had been like a decoration for the nearby l
Please ListenThey never listen, they never will.
I have a lot of things to say.
A lot of things that I wish they could have heard.
I wish they could have understand.
But none, none of them cared.
In the end, all the blames are mine.
And they never even considered if they are at fault.
Years had passed and my concerns were gone in the wind.
What was left in me is a wound and hole in my heart that knows no cure.
And now they ask what had I'd become.
Asking me where had they gone wrong.
And I can't tell since they won't still care.
They won't still listen.
If only they did, even just once.
If only they did not taken my feelings for granted.
If only they didn't see my concerns are ridiculous.
If only they had listened.
Maybe things could have been better.
Maybe I didn't turn into this.
And they won't be seeking answers while staying ignorant.
Giving all the blames to me.
Saying that I'd never been good enough.
Saying that I'm a plague on them.
A disease that is growing uncurable.
A disappointment that
The Light Beyond Ch. 5Chapter 5: Movie
Cast's mind was into a deep space that he didn't even notice that Lina had already arrived. He'd only been aware of her presence when he heard the squeak of the chair as she dragged in on the other side of the table. "Hi," she greeted warmly on him using those charming smiles of her.
Cast breath almost abandoned his body when he took his first glance on her. He doesn't know whether she had or not had done something to herself but she looked more stunning than before. And his void expression instantly lightens up on just a simple glimpse on her. "Hi," he greeted back wholeheartedly.
"You're already here? Am I late?"
"No, you're just in time. I'm early."
"Good thing to know. So what's for today?"
"Heaps and they're already settled." Cast has sets everything for the day. But before they go through that, he needed to do something first before it slipped off his mind again. His brain isn't that straighten
A Day in the Lives of Foxes and BirdsOver blue marble counter tops,
coins click between fidgety fingers
and people loiter, cluster,
shuffle, ruffle their clothes
like birds dipping their beaks
to the asphalt in the packed parking lot
hoping for nesting papers and food.
With rustling plastic bags clenched
in palms still prying destiny from time-worn lifelines,
his pupils appear parrot-pinpoint
in hasty decisions and desperation.
Before he leaves, he chirrups at me
from the wrong side of the register--
"Do you need a husband?"
And I, fox-sly and slippery in the reeds of my day,
hold back laughter and answer with a straight face--
"I've already got one,
but thank you anyway."
brutal honestyHave you described y o u r s e l f to the thousands -
Hesitant, but completely honest? W h o I think I am
and what I s o u n d like are t w o different things.
S T O P and think for a second and say,
who are y o u, are you happy with what
you d e c l a r e yourself to be? W o r d s -
you t h i n k they describe w h o you are;
but are they enough?
Be h o n e s t.
are you w h o
you want to be?
O R are y o u,
j u s t y o u ?
False declarations lead to malicious truths that w o u n d.
It burns - hurts like a k n i f e to the flesh, but you know
in the end h o n e s t y will feel like a numbing narcotic
that eases the a c h e and lets the gash become
my old friendthe warmth against your cold embrace
settles my bones in for the long months.
your beauty in the stoic days is unique;
placid white trees of lace, glass dripping
from the rooftops.
i'm sorry i hated you so,
please come back
the book of decemberat last you admit that the city
doesn’t exist, a puff of iodine nicotine
to dispel fairytales
grey dawn over neva
and it’s gone
and it’s ambulance again
the folds of their chins like wilted passports
and they bend and whisper
whose pained whispers will you hear
in the blizzard
there is a potent masculine loneliness
and freezing the nostrils
snow-covered town and deserted
cafes you’ll learn to drive
something in it tears and
calls you from the inside
your thighs squeezed together you sigh
to go to never listen to the wind
is frozen to the flagpole
to carry the weight of a thousand sacrificial sp
Funny Little MenI am a coalesce of the darting goblins from the crisscrossing tangles of my aging,
from the clown’s laugh which made me weep bitterly, to the old farmer’s caution
that tasted for me my first lick of self-conscious toxin,
I am an old figurehead with these faces costuming me head to foot
as much as I attempt to shatter this stream drinking me to ledge’s jump I cannot sufficiently
unhinge my brandisher
with every other mechanism of my force I made chance to pull the tapestry discordant ways
for moments those watching lost their sneer
I jerked myself from that course and again into stony comprehension
The twisting follower was gaining my steps again—I mirrored its struggle
As it regained a uniform I fell still beside it
And finally the stream faced me ahead, we looked upon one another, I could not sufficiently
Unhinge my brandisher, so I dangled upon the trigger, and charged, hurling my own hand
questionableif i were to describe her
i'd say she was as easy to explain
as all the numbers on the spectrum.
she was not
the kind of girl
to tell God what
It wanted to hear.
she was clear
and achingly so
to the point where i
could fall beneath her finger tips
and her dust would be
i still remember
like pennies in my mouth
the kind of pennies you find
on the boardwalk
the ones that give you good luck
her name was samantha
and she was not just a flower
she was a wilted rose.
he's not a poet but his words are goldhe wasn't what most girls would call a blessing.
he wasn't smart
and was bad at playing
he didn't have
blue eyes and long eyelashes
he didn't have
a mysterious past life
and his parents weren't rich.
but when he sang to me
and played the guitar -
i didn't care that it sounded like my aunt's ten year old cat.
because at night
he held onto me
and i held onto him
and i could still smell
the sweat on him after a long day at work.
he was horrible at cooking
but that didn't matter because i was too
and we were happy
sitting in front of our TV
watching Jimmy Neutron
and eating last night's Chinese take out.
and he wasn't perfect -
i won't tell you how many times
his words have made me want
to kill myself.
he couldn't understand
that he hurt me
and he never knew how to fix it
but that's okay
because at night
he held onto me
and i held onto him
and we could both hear
our heartbeats -
just because they weren't in harmony
doesn't mean that they couldn't sound like music.
Teenagers in a Wasteland. I've decided to cake the shadows under my eyes with contempt, filled to the rim of my eyelids.
My armor is the moon stone earrings I slide into my earlobes and the one cuff, cause' I'm not that much of a rebel.
Remembering that when I was little I used to wear two color socks, always.
The left always came first.
And in a sea of mindless faces that drift like puppets on broken strings I see them.
We have called them poets, rebels without a cause, misfits.
With heads up high and the darkest murder red tainting their lips.
Forward, they strive.
Constellations of dried tears on their cheeks, but those smiles, like the stream of light on a rainy day.
Or for some, the starch lighting of desert summer storms, the heat palpitating from their body.
Ridiculed to no end, they strive in humiliation and eat their regrets for breakfast.
Downing them with their calming pills.
May it be a cigarette, stow-ay on their lips, or a
An open letter to Honesty. I shall be honest.
Bare my cotton-dyed blanket of a soul.
To you, onlooker, to your perverse desire to listen to the unthinkable.
I won't judge, but you'll surely judge me by the last verse.
I'm planning to make-out with her in a maze of gravestones,
hidden under a morbid curve of some corpse that has long began to fester.
Because as always I am more in love with the poetry of my setting than of the honesty of emotion in it.
I find smoking romantic, even though my mind has been plastered with images of the horrid bloated gums that it will bring.
But all I imagine is a deer-eyed blue-eyed misfit with a stumble and insomniac eyes to blow nicotine gusts on my lips.
Let the carbon dioxide of it's flame make my lips dry and let his ashen ones spark them awake.
I believe my father to be a hypocrite, for he allows me to watch two people mindlessly
fuck but if a man in a drag sings about absolute pleasure, then he shall bring the blunted name "Jesus Chri