KeaneThere it was, the seemingly inconsequential detail, the tiniest pang of disappointment that chipped away slowly, eventually at the pedestal I sat you on. I'd ask you, after, a million times, needing to understand the foreign word, what it meant when they called you 'bai'. Everytime while waiting for you to come to the phone, hearing the echo of your sibling say, 'bai, there's a call for you'. There was something about the way you dogged my question, the sound of your short laugh when you waved it off, I knew then, despite all my naivety of everything else in life, that there was a good chance I'd always remain waiting outside this little door you had locked.Keane by ~PadfootPatronus
And maybe more. One day in that blissful year, I swapped a school shoe with you, went home wearing one of mine, one of yours. A ghost of that feeling swallows the present me, the risk, the oddity, the statement of an eleven year old being one half of a whole. I remember the bounce in my step, the unconcealing beatific smile on my f
Trial and ErrorI speak in run-on sentences, some words of foreign tongue thrown in, thick words, and a thicker lump stuck in my neck. Think I'd have made my point? The run-on sentence makes all the sense to me, more even than the untame thoughts chasing each other in my head. I catch B's eye, the slightly surprised, slightly rueful smile there. B says, "What was that?" I smile back the same rueful smile, shake my head.Trial and Error by ~PadfootPatronus
B considers then says, "I do know that there was something there that only you would say."
WarriorI stumbled on a picture of you, of when you were healthy, here. You look beautiful and sombre and certain. You look like you'd have been different from the others. You look like you'd have lent me the strength to stand my ground.Warrior by ~PadfootPatronus
I was told, years after, that I looked like you. I think now that those who said it must have missed you dearly and knew that you'd been different from the others, too. Other genes have had their way in me and I don't look beautiful and sombre and certain like you did. All I have of you is a picture now.
I have kept safe the only memory I have of you. I had accepted the state of you without question, without emotion. Without fear, too, I think, but I must have been, afraid. I don't remember anything else from that day or time. I was a child among weeping adults. I was a child taken by the whiteness of the cloth they'd wrapped you in, the whiteness of the cotton they'd put in your nose.
I was six then.
NaivetyI had stood at the tall, wide windows of our living room once,Naivety by ~PadfootPatronus
and imagined how it must look like if the flood came,
how it'd be both quick and slow at the same time, how unrelenting it'd be,
surging through the maze of houses that lay sprawling behind my own.
The waves would be huge, and eerily calm my young self had wondered,
if living three stories above the ground would have me saved.
I had stood at the tall, wide windows of our living room once,
and imagined with much clarity how the flood would take me away, if it did.
I'd been hearing adults talk about it over and over.
They'd seemed so certain, unafraid, saying the city would probably go under water.
DronesApr 10, 2013by $techgnoticDrones by $techgnotic
Choose any media or medium and there is no question that Drones have become the white hot center of debate for a multitude of deeply consequential concerns for the entire Earth Sphere. No matter the digital end point or theatre of conversation, whether it be politics, war, privacy, pop culture, or the rise of machines – Drones or UAV's (unmanned aerial vehicles) are the current catalyst du jour in any number of flashpoint discussions. From the front page headlines of news outlets around the world, to op-ed pages debating national security vs. non-juridical “just
A War I Had Lostthe memories go into boxes. pieces, one by one, of my life slowly fall into the building pile. childhood, friends, crushes, dreams, and such all stack high: all the debris from a war i have lost. I take a match, look at the wood slowly burn, glance at the memories. With a breath, a sigh, I let the match fall to my feet, landing in my combustible emotions, a trail the comes from and ends at the picture of myself at the bottom of the pile. behind lay frames of those people whome i held dear, those who appreciated me, those that i loved for years, and some for days. Each of them was lost in that war. each of them was...they each were a part of me. I barely walk away with myself, almost guilty that i am alive. my trail of tears lights them up, one by one, crisp and burning to ashes in the wind. what a familiar sight... the flames picked and poked their ways into the rubbA War I Had Lost by ~Braenuun
Dreams and NightmaresMost of the time, it would be nightmaresDreams and Nightmares by ~sid999
Thieving away my sleep; in the middle of the night
Unforgiving and acidic they would be
Nipping every bit of my body and departing sore
You told me they never last long
But I lived an eternity in them
Each night without you
Chasing endlessly for a way back
Reality though was nothing like
Those cold ones I witnessed most nights
You were near and ended it all well again
You made the reality worth coming back to
But that was then, and this is my now
I dream of you, I dream of us
Together eternally, outliving the nightmares
My world has been tossed upside down
Now harmless dreams of you, wake me up
To a bitter nightmare I have been living
With a vague sagacity that I might be
Able to twist my world over again
It was your absence that kept
The time to pace so slowly, I know now
Because it's been ages since we fell distant
And I still haven't found my ground.