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 Clockwork of ConsistencyA Clockwork of Consistency 9/23/14
He sat alone on a lonely bench.
Green paint faded and chipped-
weathered by the salty Gulf of Mexico.
It had been there - a silent
watcher of the sea for as long
as he could remember.
He had made a habit of going
here early to greet the sun
and start the day right -
with a small prayer and a coffee.
He had done this for three straight
years - a creature of routine.
It gave him comfort and peace.
A serenity he was never able to
duplicate anywhere else.
He felt less alone with this
bench and the rising sun as
his stable and reliable friends.
Sometimes a tear would form in his eye
when the beauty was too much.
On this particular morning he was so lost
in his thoughts and so entranced
by the vivid colors before him that
he barely registered her - sitting
on the bench beside him.
How long had she been there?
How long would she stay?
"Sunrises leave me in awe.
Do you not agree?" she
quietly asked as she turned to him.
He had no words to say so he
hush upstop telling the trees
that they don't know what it's like
to watch loved ones die.
who else knows better
than old branches and young leaves,
roots hugging bones
flowers kissing bees?
I am a LiarI am a Liar
Sometimes, she would tease me
Lean over and say
"When are you getting a boyfriend?"
I would dig fishhooks into my mouth
Give her my best lying smile
And say something to the effect of
When we would go out together
When she would eye the passing men
Lean over and say
"All the good men will be gone soon!"
But my eyes never left her
Never strayed from the curve of her shoulder
Never stopped thinking what we would be like
Never stopped seeing her
Sometimes after church, with the older ladies
We were urged to start looking
For a good, Christian, man
But I always had trouble
Looking away from her dress
When Valentine's Day came
I gave her rainbows, colored chocolate
She smiled, and gave me caramels
As we were friends and nothing more
She was kind when I met her
Soft, considerate, radiant in her comfort
She was beautiful and warm
Beautiful, but she would hate me
If I told her what waits in my heart
She would call me disgusting
She would run away
But after school th
shooting nightmaresgatling claw grips pistol
handling trigger tremors
and night terrors
that blast cannons
into the dusk of obscurity
the moon curls into the cusp
of my lips as maria
drips from my tongue like saliva
and the stranglehold
of the night
leaves terrae spines
in my skin as torment
shoots itself into my veins
lost son, crumbling daughter (corinth) in a moment of hesitation
i see myself yesterday
quivering like windchimes
imagining your existence
like you were the lost son
of a corinthian
rich and decadent
was the order of days
laid in indulgence
in pseudo counter-culture
of love exemptions
as you stood over me
i quivered not like a leaf
for (the) fall was long
but like an avalanche
quick and unyielding
burying any semblance
of sanity under
a crumbled psyche
drinking holy water from
vase, i try to pull you
out of my head.
you dig your nails
into my skin, i swallow your scent and
ask you to
leave (i don't want you here
anymore), but you cry and
then i can't breathe.
the seasons change and i
stay the same
folly person that you made me
hate. i can't
press leaves between my
skin and bone, and
i realize that the snow will someday
melt, and we'd
leave slush trails against each others
bones with mist
collecting on your fingertips as you
try to wipe out all
the sad parts of me (why did you think
that you could change that
Sleep my Brother......
Sleep my Brother….
Sleep my dear brother
For I hold you in my embrace
I take you in my arms to give you…
I surround you with the love you need
I hold you close to me
For I will not let you go
I support you with my arms and hands
I cherish oh so deeply of our time as brothers
I Love you my brother……
Now sleep my brother.
diamonds on the rock, with a twisttoying with slinks
metal rings in my ears, ringringring
sounding like people calling for god
squeezingpUlSiNg my fingers
doused with scotch
as i drink it and twist myself
into a heap of contained pressure
and without abuse
there are no diamonds until the ice
and silver return
to where they once were but i drink
rainbows dont exist in the real worldi. gringa
the color of my skin is like the color
of a Starbucks caramel frappuccino
and often times
i beg desperately
for someone to take a sip.
the look in someone's eyes
is my deathbed because
i am not something to gleam about.
i am not a special artifact
just because i can say
hola me llamo janet
no i'm not mexican
no i'm not cuban
no i'm not portugese
no i'm not from spain
no i don't want to hear
about your trip to puerto rico -
yes i am hispanic and i'd like you to go away,
ii. baby fat
my thighs are vessels
across the sea, they
float slowly in their saltbaths
and absorb all the calories
from the bowl of salad
i had for lunch.
you can see my ribs like staircases
fit your finger right between their spaces
feel their ridges and climb up the ladder
with your mouth -
you can see the rolls of fat like jelly rolls
falling from my stomach and arms
soft to touch and meaty to bite.
no i'm not hungry right now
no i'm not in the mood for dinner
no i'm not i