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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
MeId rather be me and have few friends then have many friends but don't know who the person that is looking back at me in the mirror
Daddy Don'tDaddy don't
Come home from school. It's already starting- the noise of yelling, glass crashing across the wall. Daddy please don't. Please don't do that- don't hurt mommy. Bruises have fade but the memories still remain.
Battle towards children eventually. Hidden in the closet when daddy starts stumbling. Daddy don't . Back up please out of my face Daddy don't. Don't spit at me. Daddy don't. Don't hit me. Daddy don't. Please that hurts. Daddy please. I cant take it anymore. Daddy please. Please stop I'm bleeding. Daddy don't. I cant see. Daddy Don't. I'm fading. Daddy don't. I cant hear. Daddy don't. Bye Daddy. Hi Father. I will protect my mother now.
Briny HymnBriny Hymn
as I bathe
all that is
in silvery light,
I lure the tide
to lap the shore.
and the moon
calls out to me
to caress the sand
in a watery blanket.
so I filter through,
washing every golden bead clean;
sand resting soundly
in my crevices.
I shimmer upon slumbering forms
far below, on the firmament.
I conduct my nighttime symphony
in perfect harmony,
the wolves wail,
the cicadas chirrup,
the owls cry out
and ravens rove.
and I add my own notes
to the sound of Mother nature's tunes.
crashing down wave after wave;
the bass of the impact
echoes through the shoreline
as I leave records of the wind.
sailors and marine creatures alike,
understand the jagged beauty
of my blustering anthem.
only the foggy blanket
can dampen my spirit,
and immerse my song
in the suffocating depths.
I've never struggled so much
to be heard above the dissonance.
my frost smoke layers
are becoming too much for her.
I do what I have done to so m
danse macabreIn the end they were all the same
they sat on whitewashed church steps,
toeing the ground in resignation,
hoping their furtive glances
to the left and to the right
would go unnoticed by
the stronger and more stable man
a few steps closer to the doors.
The flood of people became a trickle,
just a dribbling until
the last man -
somehow they knew he was the last
settled onto the lawn
and in unison the crowd rose.
There was no leader to the band, though
the closest was the beggar
who had expected this day
more than any other.
He was flanked by a lawyer,
a doctor and a thief.
They exchanged silent glances;
a new clarity reflected in ancient faces
as they lifted their heads together and
trudged on as one.
Here they gather,
scuff and shuffle;
lock eyes and make peace with equality.
AddictionDrink this it will help they say
Pop this it will make your pain go away
It feels good I can breath I don't feel the pain in my heart until I come down
Head hurts Feel sick Need more Do it all over again
Liquid and pills are my friends Need help Here it comes Sick Feel like something is crawling in my skin
No I got this Don't need it anymore
Don't need the people Don't need the liquor Don't need the pills
Don't answer the phones Don't answer the doors
I got this Now I can see life again Ain't going to be another statistic Don't need them
Where did you go?Where did you go? I miss you so!
Where did you go? Do you remember your family?
Where did you go? Why did you have to pop that one pill which started everything?
Where did you go? I don't recognize you anymore!
Where did you go? All the black outs, fights, stealing from your loved ones, stealing your daughter's Christmas presents just cuz you needed to chase that stardust.
Where did you go? You couldn't get enough.
Where did you go? To heaven.
Where did you go? What am I going to tell our daughter.
the callingit begins with a few store-stolen profundities to be chewed
and discarded, to be contemplated
along with the patterns in the tobacco-
you know none of this will help you against
the sewage tide, the addictions
that cling to you like a bur to
the fur of a stray shepherd dog,
the mind's liquidity as it seeps
into the nooks to find excuses.
still, you begin to toss and turn at night,
thinking you might have something to show.
maybe there's a charm to your myopia,
"can you see jesus
"in my gangrene? ah, forget it."
"hey, check out the way my tooth wiggles in its gum."
the discoloration of the nails, too,
perhaps could be of use to the future generation.
they say you revel in the garbage you process,
they meaning mostly you, the phantoms
gathering by the bedside to chat about
the weather and you, oh, you again.
still, it is alright. a starry night
tickles the tear ducts the wrong way,
a familiar tune rouses the rudiments of soul.
you make plans.
Is that all?
A burst of
and all I get
and all I get
Give me more
I need to know
what to improve
what to change
what to try
Don't give me
Edith Cavell, Executed, October 1915The soldiers in the detail will be breakfasting
before her corpse has cooled.
Not one of those riflemen might think
how this pale uniformed woman had tended the wounds
of their less fortunate comrades in arms,
had offered such love and healing as she possessed
without considering the colours of tattered uniforms.
An officer paraded the executioners.
Ensuring that the target's blind fold was properly in place,
his loud and heartless voice pronounced the word of command
Instantly eight rifles clamoured in unison
- Edith extinguished, no more than a blood-stained cadaver.
The officer drew his pistol, approached the formless corpse.
He discharged his weapon. Thus he destroyed the woman's head
devoid now of thought and feeling, her mutilated corpse
the only relic of her living courage.
A sergeant marches the detail back to the monotony of routine.
They are indeed ready for breakfast.
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