#mh370
Hoping, dreaming,
Wishing, praying,
Fasting, petitioning,
Crying, weeping.
A hundred days,
Bygone.
Hoping we could once more see your face,
As impossible as it sounds,
Dreaming, that someone, somewhere, some place,
Finally finds you, and that you're at last home bound.
A hundred days,
Of excruciating pain.
Wishing against the logic of the world,
That you're still fine, and you'll fall into my arms once again,
Praying to God, gods, goddesses, deities of the world,
That even if you're not lost forever, you're still okay, not in pain.
A hundred days,
Of sleeplessness.
Fasting, maybe not because we believe it'll help,
But food does not replenish anymore,
Petitioning to the saints above,
To ask the angels to hold you, forevermore.
A hundred days,
Of yearning.
Crying for that solace only closure brings,
That somehow its not a conspiracy and that the truth is revealed.
Weeping for every single person, every heartbroken family,
Who's dreams and aspirations lay now buried, concealed.
A hundred days,
Of timeless sadness.
They say time heals,
The say it will get better,
But nothing can better what we feel,
Not even time.
A hundred days,
Without conclusion.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 8:18 AM UTC
People screaming, can't see it coming,
People questioning, Theories explaining,
Tears streaming, hearts breaking,
Memories are singing, dancing,
Hopes sinking, Prayers shining
The Indian Ocean let them in,
Drowning the souls, into a depth that the world couldn't imagine,
To a whole new life they begin,
This is something that the world had never seen
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 2:30 PM UTC
the frenzy of emotions
wash like waves, the ocean,
of tears, saying see you soon as
every day,
people say,
they are travelling,
some journeys go as planned,
some journeys go awry,
or new journeys begin,
before you can say goodbye
it can happen like that,
it has happened like that,
many times before sometimes
for one, sometimes for many more,
not to diminsh your grief,
not to say get over your sorrow,
you loved them
and they now know
you miss them
and you let it show
you have let us
know, they cannot be replaced,
we see it so clearly in your teary eyes,
and worn out faces, no chance to say that goodbye.
To one another.
Pieces on the ocean
may as well
be your heart,
no time to get ready
to be apart.
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 8:53 PM UTC
God is probably weeping
This rain
It never ends
Oh, what a year it has been
Internal commotions and a crashing plane
Nation~
Be strong, you
We are not the playing fools
God knows best
leave him the rest
A brighter day is coming to set upon us
Souls of loved ones are mostly lost
Searching the ocean at all cost
**** the people who ****** you
Nation~
Be strong, you
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 5:15 AM UTC
This is the morning
No this
this is the morning
Where etherized upon a table I will finally sit up and be seen.
No, this is the morning.
Together milling loudly across park(ing lot)s
This! This is the morning!
Perhaps you've seen me undressed, perhaps you've seen me **********
This is Morse Code these are hieroglyphs these are fingerprints on a frozen window pane. Meaning(fully equipped with the right place for a time) nothing to lose without first finding X.
This is the morning where to stay at home to garden and crow, hooked on the missing airplane lost in spices and exotic tea.
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
*Big Bird, a rare, fine brand
Taking off to air from land
Flapping her wings in midair
She soared, into despair.
We waited in your nest
But you vanished from the rest
Drowning hearts amid tears
Birthing panic, pain and fears.
What happened to you Big Bird?
Your voyage got so weird!
We awaited your return,
But our hopes, time has burned!
Two hundred and thirty-nine
Burning candles ceased to shine
Times like this I ask, "God WHY?"
As hearts and souls, melt and cry!*
© Raphael Uzor
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 7:43 PM UTC