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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
cosmic lattesmall town diner jukebox
casts 90's pop songs on a loop
across creaking hardwood
and paisley-print cushions;
there's a mustard stain
on the waitress's checkerboard apron,
a run in her hose
and fingernail polish flaking like dandruff
into the burly corner booth truck driver's
scrambled egg whites and hash, hold the salt.
if this were wednesday, the perky brunette
would be disheveled, sobbing
into her on-again off-again's embroidered handkerchief
while your food waits, forgotten, in the window...
but it's thursday and they've made up
and his breath is only slightly tainted by his addictions.
instead, she flits a smirk at you
over the pages of the novel
you hope you're hiding well behind
and fills your cup to sloshing
free of charge.
when you add creamer,
it looks like the universe
opening to you.
The DoubterThe Doubter
One Day Someone Will Come To Doubt You.
He Will Insist!
You Gonna Hate Him For This,
If You Don't Love Him.
He Already Loves You,
He Just Doesn't Know It Yet.
He Will Know, When He Meets You.
For You I Don't Know More,
You Gonna Hate Him,
If You Don't Love Him.
lone wolf is wholesome
as his body is pressed,
pierced, and perforated.
rib cage curls like fingers
as crimson nail polish
paint the tips.
nailed to the wall like game,
sanguine saliva drips
from its snarling lips.
eyes shut tight
as its frame is contorted
like abstract art,
pen his heart in ink
or permanent marker.
knees skinned like a child
his body idle as the soul vibrates
while his inners regurgitate,
morbidity slivers down his legs
white fur stains read by death
as it plays necromancer.
the pack may not walk with you
but the moon hums with the owl orchestra.
your grey specks toying with ivory fur
kissed by red cartilage edges.
fade away as your puzzle
finally becomes wholesome
you feed raw meat to lions,
i feed raw me to liars-
the crowds line-in like
they’re ready to witness
me eat crow feet like i’m lyin’,
but these eyes are tired
of watching the vultures
masquerade as innocent crows
when the flock is called a murder.
and these crimes are unaccounted for
because we don’t realize what they’re killing
are the lion-hearted and eating the carcass,
leaving souls to float in the desert
while frames play bowls to a heartless dessert.
deserted bones tumbling like weeds
in the dead glass,
and lightning doesn’t strike
in the same place twice,
so don’t expect quartz here.
the law of living has no courts here
and karma is no judge
because there are no sentences
being placed on the objects
that subject you to the adjective of their
their words unnecessary,
excessive when the circle has begun.
wing disks spinning, dizzying,
dazzling, dying down
through dirt tolls
because we all have to pay
Writer's AuraWhat would you say if I told you that paper had an aura?
The interesting thing about it is that I’m telling half the truth.
Paper can only have an aura when it’s in someone’s hands
And being recited by the very person that wrote it.
The aura of the paper comes from the person, strengthening the sheet’s purpose.
Strengthening the person.
But how, you might ask?
How can a person give a flimsy object like paper an aura?
I have done so several times, so I shall tell you.
The people-those like me-that can do this are called Writers.
Every word-every letter-from a Writer’s hand that falls onto the paper…
It has its own life.
Losing one letter can make an entire story unravel.
Make a poem’s meaning drop.
Make a sheet of paper…meaningless.
And by extension, for that moment, the Writer’s life means nothing.
A small mistake, however, isn’t as large a mockery to us as a blank, white sheet of paper.
Both it and the Writer cry out, begging
A StoryLovely features rest
In a crystalized tomb
Adorned in roaming ivy
Locked in silver moonlight
Approaches handsome figure
With weary leather boots
Having rode his way there
Searching for treasures to loot
Coming to the crossroads
The two strangers meet
One forever locked in
Curse's dreamless sleep
Figure draws near
Pearlescent glass gleams
Stretching out his hand
He sees the beauty skin-deep
Instead of acting as a story
A fairytale kept in time
The figure walks away
Deciding corpses should be kept
Out of the sunlight
+my mother always told me
to make good choices
and although she tried to teach me
i never learned the difference
between good choices and easy ones
and i think that’s why i’m still here,
because most days it’s harder to think about
what my mother would say at my funeral
than it is to keep breathing
obsessionand i know i shouldn't
but when the smoke hits my lungs
and the goosebumps
drape over my skin
because the taste
of this blood
and the touch
of these fingers
feel just as soft.
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