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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
stupid love poems for stupid boys.he was the
smoke in my
saved for when
i'm so lonely
that i cannot
but the problem
with giving your
heart to a boy
with a pack of
for ribs is that
he will want your
well– and after
all that blood and
blue lip kisses,
he will leave you
with a coughing
lighter and a
burnt tongue (but
it's really a great
The woman from ParisI took much pleasure in losing my way in Paris' morbid and dangerous streets,
Where sole the high arrogant walls whispered me words I was able to understand,
These stretches of granite trapped me like the grave I've always dreamt of.
The Ladies' ice-cold and distant beauty inebriated me with all the bitterness of temptation;
Under a dirty, driving rain, I gazed at them and suffered
While the parisian mist permeated on my heart its burning frostbites,
And hearses of madness couldn't stop from parading through my mind.
"Veux-tu voir la face cachée de Paris ?" - A slender voice dragged me out of darkness
The Seine flowed, flowed, flowed...And stopped.
Her voice, like a carillon, announced Summer's return,
The breeze blew the rain, the sun revived these leaves dead for centuries,
As if she saved me from a waking nightmare.
"Je t'en prie, ne me regarde pas comme ça..." - An embarrassed smiled was being painted on her magenta cheeks
That was her, th
Soles (Forest Girl)Soles (Forest Girl)
i didn’t believe in carving initials into trees.
i always told you that was corny to me.
i told you i was a city boy,
comfortable in car drafts
and gleaming lights
that dilute natural shine.
to the sight of airplanes,
police cars and helicopters
than anything else.
but you dreamed of wings
so much bigger than aspect ratio,
so much wider.
you were higher.
so that day you took me there,
i knew i was out of my element.
your forest stories teased me;
sitting on the edge of your shoe soles.
and that riverbank that you tiptoed on.
little smirk always flashing your white pearls
when you were whisking through this place.
holding my hand in a tight grip
as you gave me a tour of your hidden burrow.
i had never been so in--
and out of place before.
the atmosphere was brisk
glancing the hairs on my neck,
goosebumps rising on my skin
as i swore feathers fell from your shoulders.
purple streaks nuzzle orange bands
that hold together golden twines
homesick for childhoodshe was a carefree little girl
with smiles hidden deep down
in her pockets, and she'd only
give them out to the most deserving.
when the quarter hour of her life
struck, however, things changed.
her world was painted black
on accident, millions of shades
turned ashy due to a sickness
that breeds on those empty
spaces between words.
she was dropped into summer
covered in homemade scars,
and with summer, her innocence
was eaten away.
pinned to a bed
like prey, she watched herself
consumed into another
(this world is the 7 a.m. frost
left on winter windows.
and it scares me)
The Cracks Of RealityI traced the tips of my fingers over her porcelain
Felt the skin raise in bumps of sensation.
My mouth fit so well into the crook of her neck
And as her her eyes closed, her breathing shaky,
I found myself swallowing and my heart beating twice as fast.
As her hips rolled into me, as her nails clenched into the sheets,
She told me once more that she loved me, and I assured her I felt the same.
But then reality came, settling into the cracks of my fantasies.
And she slipped from my fingers.
And I was alone.
the days spent on the front stepsevery time you rip the lid off
the shell of styrofoam
questions your motives.
every secret you whisper into her naphthalene
stays there. it dies a little
as protein is scrambled. home is not a place.
her curve is ejected
as unidentified. it is bile
rolling back, the sheet of ebbing tide.
you always speak of horses
armoured, whisky clattering on their breath,
kingdoms burning and knights
riding off into the valley of deep sleep
you always speak of ships
leaving, pearly cord
as a farewell extending from coast
to hull forming an image of crying Mary
it shines in front of you
it calls out your name
darknessHave you ever woke up and you feel like their is darkness all around you?
You are battling your own mind
You have the worst thoughts go on in your head
Don't want to be around anyone
You feel like you are doomed
You think no one understands
Waking up in the darkness is not a good feeling
Try to think of a good place in your life and let the darkness fade
when the day is done i'll be goneIn my fingertips is the devil
Daring me to touch what is not to be touched
And I care not, reaching through my own open ribcage
To touch what lies between inflating balloons that are my lungs-
In my ears echo your voice,
Begging me not to reverse the corruption in my heart
And I care not, reaching between my lungs to grasp my heart with my inked fingers
To release the sigil stitched deep into the veins of my heart.
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