I never knew what caused the truck to crash into our car that morning. Perhaps it was the rain and the road was slippery, perhaps it was yet again another case of “do not drink and drive”, or perhaps the man behind the wheel was not at all to blame, and that it was the fault of the engines.
The crash and screech of metal on metal was deafening. It happened so fast and when I woke, I looked to my side and saw a face I knew so well, except this time I could not see her beautiful features; her skin was covered in blood, like red paint splashed onto a plain white canvas. And in the red I could see glistening shards of glass, like diamonds proud to have finally found an owner. Then I heard in the distance, voices and shouts. I could not make out the words they were saying, as if I was trying to hear someone underwater. I looked up outside the window, and there stood a man shouting at me, a foreign face. I feel my tiny figure being carried out of the car window, as the door decided it would not open.
We waited on the terrace of an old lady’s house for help to come. The shock made me feel numb and so I just sat quietly, with the cry of my nanny in the background, her body hugging my sister and my mother, who are unconscious and have yet to know what had happened.
Then, I did not how, but I arrived at the hospital where I saw my dad run past me into the room. I remember mostly the smell of disinfectant and finding little pieces of glass in my hair.
I lost my ability to speak for a few days after the incident, and I feel now that it impacted me more than I thought it did.
The shock and horror are no longer, but it is strange now to remember what had happened. When I close my eyes and recall the accident, some details are so vivid and clear. Yet at the same time, I feel as though it all never happened, like it was some sort of false memory implanted in my head for no apparent reason.
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 12:41 PM UTC
I chased you
Under the dying of the sun
In hopes of finding your heart,
But instead
I found
That you have already given it
To someone else.
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 5:02 AM UTC
*If war is easily created
by dragging the pen
across a map,
why is that any harder
to bring you close to me?*
Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 9:20 AM UTC
I said to him,
"The ocean will be my home because I can always find them in your eyes."
Then I said to him,
"Meet me by the waters."
But he never came,
so I stepped into the boat
and sailed into the horizon.
Just like that,
from the distance of a heartbeat
to the distance of a thousand seas,
I lost him.
So today,
through the help of the birds and the wind,
I said to him,
"I tried to inhale the air,
but instead I suffocated in water.
That's when I knew even after all this time,
my heart is still swimming towards you."
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 5:32 AM UTC
*I hope
my face still echoes
in the back of your mind,
behind the curtains of your subconscious.
Even if the pictures are left
in pieces and are fading in white,
please don't let the waters you swim across
wash them away.*
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 12:04 AM UTC
She always heard
the crashing of the waves
as the heavy sighs of the sea.
As if it's saying,
"Here, I'll cast all my burdens
upon the shores."
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Only if I could do the same
she thought.
*Only if with every crash
I could feel the stone tied to my feet
slowly slip off my toes*
So she just listened
to the sea
and sighed in harmony with it.
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 5:48 AM UTC
She wondered,
"What is the reason to live?"
Then she looked out at the horizon,
at the sun about to fall asleep,
and she knew.
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 12:28 PM UTC
Your face
only comes
in flashes
and echoes,
like a faded picture
stained with coffee;
yet your name
never left my lips.
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 1:24 PM UTC
Your voice
found its way
through my ear canals,
and a home too.
I have only learned
to appreciate and realize
how the sweet sound of your voice
echoes inside my brain,
hits the walls around my heart
and watered the grass and flowers
that grows under my rib cage
and around my dry bones.
But of all the words
that rolled off your tongue,
it is when you say my name
that I don't stand a chance.
You curl your tongue
to sound the letter L
and the rest sounds like
the harmony of a hummingbird.
Then it rings in my head
for a while after,
and again when I'm about to slip away
into my unconscious.
Believe me,
even the birds,
records and their scratches,
and the waves,
don't amount to the
beauty of your voice.
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 1:11 PM UTC
I arrived there on a Sunday,
on the dock of that place
where the water is so clear
you wouldn't be afraid of swimming too deep.
I saw you then,
three hours later.
I couldn't remember what you were wearing,
but I remember you had on your face
the most innocent smile
and the prettiest freckles on your nose.
Though I didn't think much of it,
of you,
or your face,
or who you were,
or where you've been.
So I carried on with life there.
I laughed with the sun,
smiled to the sky,
and breathed for the sea.
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On the Wednesday,
it rained.
And I swear the sky rained
on my heart and eyes, too.
It took down the blinds
and got rid of the fog.
It was like seeing you for the first time,
but instead of dismissing your smile
and the freckles on your face,
I fell in love with it,
with your face,
with you.
And I wanted to know
who you were and where you've been.
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It's August now
and I'm still in love with you.
Because from that moment on,
I no longer laughed with the sun,
smiled to the sky,
or breathed for the sea.
I laughed with you,
smiled to you,
and breathed for you.
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 11:11 AM UTC