#crashes
sorta like:
“how the ocean pulls back before it crashes over the beach and into the surrounding area upending everything“
EmilyRPeck (Axios)
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a sight not uncommon,
though 9 out of !0,
the turbulence is moderated, local,
dominated by the modesty of the gravitational pull of the moon
moon bulging the earth’s oceans with invisible fingers,
on the side then closest to its skyward residence,
but
when the sun and the moon align,
and winds are violently stirred,
the shapes of our landmasses
redrawn the ferocious tides:
no laughing manner
“What has this to do with me?”
asks the Simple Son.
Each of has a place within,
rarely heard, oft suppressed.
that awards that this is a life’s possibility
an upending wave
piling boats in heaps upon lands
for which boats never meant,
a destruction total,
and the stunned mind,
asks over and over again,
where did it all go?
how came this to be?
for our body’s mind,
is our world unique,
the tide thrives nightly
coming for to cleanse,
the stillness of illness
survives the the cleaning crew’s
best efforts,
the body’s confusion at its inner contusions
so noisy, a language nor well understood
and I am immobilized
and become confused
within the boundaries
of what I write here,
and what has been written here;
am
sunk by tidal waves
internal
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 7:39 AM UTC
When darkness falls
And swallows me whole,
When my soul leaves my body
And I’m no longer living
Just existing,
When I’m drowning in the
Yawning waters that
Crave to taste my
Bitter tears,
Echoes of
Screams
Shouts
Crashes
Cries
Ring in my innocent ears.
They paint my mind a shade of grey,
Stain my childhood like
Ink on a linen cloth,
Bleeding until I’m nothing
But darkness.
I’m covered in invisible scars from
Every time you grasped your
Cold, strong fingers
On her scarred neck,
Wishing to remove her existence
In front of my pleading, teary eyes.
Echoes of
Screams
Shouts
Crashes
Cries
Ring in my innocent ears.
Im branded with the plates, cups, mugs
That you shattered in a fit of rage,
Shards of glass
Hidden under my cold skin
Digging into my life
As you muttered death.
Pieces of me shatter
As I grow in silence,
Learning that I’m always the problem,
Learning that I’m always the cause,
Learning that you’d be better off without me.
Echoes of
Screams
Shouts
Crashes
Cries
Ring in my innocent ears.
Wiping your tears,
Hiding in the car
From the unrecognisable monsters
That grew in our love-
Broke my innocence.
“Hush, they still love
Even if they hurt.”
Words and moments that
Sting my heart when they
Come flooding back,
Drowning me in my lost childhood.
Echoes of
Screams
Shouts
Crashes
Cries
Ring in my innocent ears.
When you scratch the
Polished glass
You trap me in,
My body makes a cold embrace,
Sending goosebumps around my ruined skin
Waiting to attack as we all
Plead my heart to stop beating,
So I can flee from the cage and the
Echoes of
Screams
Shouts
Crashes
Cries
That ring in my innocent ears.
When reality replaces the echoes,
When they are no longer the past
But the present,
When the angry monster comes again,
They conjure up the
Flame that ignited that day,
Burning inside,
Slowly eating at my flesh
Until I’m ashes of the
Scream
Shouts
Crashes
Cries
That pain my vulnerable ears.
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 2:45 PM UTC
Tarac Ridge Warplane crashes February 8-10 2018 write up by Nick Armbrister
I have had an interest in aeroplanes and history ever since my dad got me into planes back in 1980. He took me up to air crashes on the Pennines/Peak District/Manchester/Yorkshire/Lancashire area of England in the early 80s. There are over fifty crashes alone here ranging from the war years and later. We also went to wrecks in the Lake District and Wales.
In 2014 in the Philippines I went to more wrecks. I Googled Bataan warplane crashes and found out about the LT Stone P-40 Warhawk and Sgt Kurosawa Ki-27 Nate dog fight and subsequent crashes. This read like something from a Battle or Warlord comic.
Over the coming weeks I put together an expedition there. I talked to Kevin Hamdorf who was one of the group who found the P-40 wreck. He gave me much info and introduced me to the guide, Noel. Without his help the trip wouldn’t have been possible.
We went to the crash area at Tarac Ridge on February 8-10 2018. This was the 76th anniversary of it. We went to the P-40 on Feb 9 and the Ki-27 on the 10th.
The crashes are over a kilometer up altitude wise. We had to hike many hours through the forest/jungle and mountain to the area. We camped at the lower campsite. There is an easier site at the top of the mountain near Kurosawa’s Nate which is less than a hundred feet below the area. Because we never camped there we had to ascend the final hour to the summit each day.
The Warhawk site of Stone is hundreds of feet below Kurosawa’s in the forest on the mountain side. Little remains today but bits of alloy, Perspex, glass and other small fragments. We found these. Lt Stone is still listed as MIA Missing In Action. One of our group, Mike, searches for MIAs. We took hundreds of photos of the area and of our search.
I ventured up to the Nate site of Sgt Kurosawa on the last day of our three day stay. It was at the summit. We had to go through thick brush/jungle to the location. Kurosawa hit a rock face and his plane was fragmented. The engine used to be there but has since been removed. There is less at this site than at Stone’s P-40. We found bits of metal, Perspex and bits. Looking at the closeness to the summit, I realized that Kurosawa almost made it.
Nobody but God and the pilots know who shot down whom and who was on the other’s tail that day. The result is the same: two warplanes wrecked and two pilots dead. Maybe more answers will be found on future expeditions. It was a great experience to go there to Tarac Ridge, Mariveles, Bataan. In time I hope to return. This was my first international warplane trip. I want to go to a Grumman F-6F Hellcat at Capas next.
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 2:51 AM UTC
Ice Fly
How many pilots died and old aircraft lost when they flew over jagged snowy peaks in the remotest corners of the world? Doing a dangerous job knowing the risks and trusting in fate and luck to bring the through. Some never made it, there planes impacting vertical mountain sides in sickening crashes. Bodies lost forever, frozen in the time of death. Icily cold and otherworldly remote.
From the Andes to Himalayas, Alps to the Rockies. If you ***** up or your engine stops, you’re going to crash and suffer. Survive and you’re ******* twenty thousand feet above sea level with no chance of rescue, just a slow cold death.
Of the ones who live and beat death in the mountains, they have stories to hold their grand kids in awe. Did you really fly a C-46 over the **** risking *** fighters and Mother Nature? Sure did son, it was a walk in the park. Of the ones who didn’t make it, they remain forever on coldly beautiful mountains holding up the roof of the world.
Maybe their ghost will remain there forever, in rapture of the beauty of icy mountains, forgetting how they died.
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 12:51 AM UTC
You know, when you witness a car crash in full motion,
It's abruptness shakes you out of your core,
Because when cars crash on the news you only see the commotion,
Not the fragility of the moving bodies which you would never have accounted for.
You witness the horrible instantaneous compression of the car's crumple zone,
Not shown in the news reports which you usually seem to know.
You hear a sudden shriek that cries for your attention,
Not heard of in the news reports which don't describe the dreadful throe.
You feel a sudden atmosphere of sharp confusion,
Conflicting with any atmosphere you previously used to know.
The disparity of these situations is quite familiar, you know,
Something not unheard of, as many of us know,
Like the sudden moments we're frozen in time trying to start forward again,
After colliding, breaking our hopes and dreams, confused as to how to move forward again.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 6:36 AM UTC
the first accident we **** a baby bird,
hardly a bump in the road
hardly anything,
a tiny body in ***** snow,
us, howling roadside prayers like coyotes to the moon
second, we bruise;
shining yellow cheeks blush under peach
and eyes bluer outside than in,
just the taste of skin, slightly sour
and one missing tooth
third, there’s a casualty
my casualty,
a long slick road and a wall
and a fatal breath, just my bones slipping
- down my throat
and blood flowing back up
laughing
a slight of hand trick
we pull away in the last moments of mysticism
broken and stunning...
...our fourth accident is a blinding light
and the fatalities were minimal
none of them ours
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 11:15 AM UTC
I had a dream
you gave me a car
something had happened to you,
you couldn't go far.
In my dream
I didn't know how to drive
and I crashed your car
the two of us trapped inside.
I had to repaint your car
to get rid of the red
and fix the dents
you left behind.
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
Plane crashes
And crashing waves
You are God of them all.
Broken glass
And broken hearts
You repair it all.
***** cloth
And ***** sinner
You wash them all clean.
What I mean is
You know.
What I'm saying is
I'll go.
I trust You.
Despite the aches and pains
And the bruises along the way.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC
LOVE
is
Like
A
W
A
T
E
R
F
A
L
L
The longer
It is
The harder
It crashes
The stronger
It is
The
Faster it
*F
A
L
L
S*
The deeper
It is
The longer
It takes
To
***Get
Out***
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC
very short reach very high climb
very all yours very not mine
very not wood very much pine
very too rust very dull shine
very not real
very fun time very time
very time
consuming
very narrow
as it is buried
very deep
inside your lips
and it tips and turns and crashes and
leave it on the table where it’s easy to find
you wouldn’t ever want to leave it behind
please
praise
the
feet
that
move
you
play the song that we know the words to
play the song that we know
we know
the song that plays us
we know.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 1:14 AM UTC