Entering the airport, noticing there was literally no one except creepy airport staff members. As I went on looking for my gate number for departure, I could hear screams in a distance. I searched for my gate for over an hour but it seemed like this airport had no end. After hours off searching I finally reached the gate and patiently waited for the plane to arrive. I was the only one in a huge room with pictures of famous people who died long ago. After 30 to 40 minutes a plane landed but no passengers were to be seen leaving from the aircraft. Minutes later a man appeared in black and asked me to leave immediately, I asked why and he said “Danger here”, i rushed to the closest exit but as soon as I started leaving all he staff members of the airport started saying “ YOU CANT LEAVE! YOU CANT LEAVE! “ the doors shut on there own and the room went dark. I couldn’t see a thing, all I could here is slight whispers of a woman in my ear saying “ Wolves do not concerns themselves with the opinions of sheep.” My legs started feeling numb, the voice started coming closer and closer and I knew it was the end.

when you touch me my adrenaline flares a warning signal, that my heart cannot hold back too much desire, and when your touch is gone, i still feel a heavy weight on my heart, the weight of its absence,

when we are apart, i feel this sensation in the unreachable center of my chest, similar to when you eat too much salt i feel dry and broken down, I also feel tight and full of a jittering vibration

i want your touch so badly that when you are gone, i grow weak and sick, tired and shaken, sad but hopeful, there is a lustful hope in the unreachable center of my heart.

“She was talking on the payphone with her fiance and saying how there is this suspicious truck that keeps driving around the block. Then, that truck parks near her where the payphone is, he gets out and starts looking around with his flashlight as if he lost something, then he confronts Angela and abducts her. Her fiance heard all of this on the other line and immediately got in his car to drive where Angela was. When doing so, he drove past the guy in the truck and Angela was apparently screaming his name for help, so he turns around and tries following the truck and his transmission fucks up and the guy got away. Angela has never been heard from again. And, she was pregnant.”

Moonlight blooms as day grows slight

Clouds are shifting, changing skies

Into darkness, into night

Through the forest, left or right?

Is it truth or just more lies?

Moonlight blooms as day grows slight

Black and purple shroud your sight

You could follow plaintive cries

Into darkness, into night

Which is dark and which is light?

Which path is your soul’s demise?

Moonlight blooms as day grows slight

Grasping tendrils hold you tight

Clutching shadows drag their prize

Into darkness, into night

Falling, diving from the heights

Will you drown or will you rise?

Moonlight blooms as day grows slight

Into darkness, into night

An absence of birdsong

Red skies at morning

Sailors take warning

Thick dust bunny clouds

Racing the hesitating sun

They leave it in the dust

Uprising cumulonimbus towers

Clearly indicating showers

To drown all the growing flowers

And flood the ground with their power

Wind blowing from the east

Cold and warm air mingling

Like ghosts dueling with the living

The air feels fuzzy and strange

Something evil is coming

Curling leaves and swelling wood

The trees can feel it too

It’s in their roots and in my blood

Quickly pushing its way through

This is not good

A storm is beginning to stew

Rain announces its arrival

On pitter patter stomp stomp feet

Whispering gently from the sky

Before knocking loudly at the window

Begging to come in, OH WON’T YOU LET ME IN

Flooding my doorstep with darkness

Eyes open

Lightning volleys down from the sky

Searing my eyes with its image

It scrapes its long fingers down my window

What is light and what is dark?

My lungs are being crushed from the inside

I am falling I am falling

Let the currents take me

Eyes shut

Silence

Beautiful unknowing

No harsh flashing

The clouds are receding

Trees not reaching for me

No more water between my fingertips

No more wondering what I might lose

Welcoming the cool shiver and soft echoing ripples

I drift back into dreamland into darkness into night

January 12

It had been an average day in the office, conference calls, report writing, fighting off the mosquitoes that plague us here in Haiti. My clock showed just 10 minutes until it was time to leave for the day, when without any warning the ground made slight movements, which rapidly became violent. The earth shook harder than I have ever felt before, I ran to the door but could not get out. I hid under my desk, my hand pressed up against the surface protecting my head, hoping it would hold up to the pressure of 2 stories falling on it. If I were buried under a ton of debris, would I ever get rescued? Was this the end for me?

As quickly as the earthquake started, the violent tremor stopped, everything became still again. Covered in dust, I scrambled shaking over the rubble by the office and made it out to the safety of the street outside. People were coming out stunned, some crying, some injured, some silent. A count of heads to check everyone was present showed one member of the team was missing, stuck under the rubble. Companions brought him out and they carried him unconscious on a piece of the gate on their shoulders to the nearest hospital where he later died. Several of the hospitals had already collapsed. Home, schools, offices — the buildings we spend our lives in become our greatest danger.

Cars were left abandoned in the street, roads were impassable covered by collapsed walls, buildings, telegraph poles and crushed vehicles. We walked the long way home not saying much, amongst people praying, crying, hysterical. It was surreal. We made a large detour around the petrol station that had exploded but was still making uncomfortable noises. A couple of people were wailing outside a collapsed building, the broken sign on the wall showed it had been a university.

Communication in emergency situations is often not easy. The phone networks were either down or overloaded so it is impossible to find out if our friends were okay. I had no way of letting my family know that I had survived and just hoped that they wouldn’t hear about the earthquake until tomorrow. We have no idea where was worst hit or how the rest of the country is doing.

January 13

Last night we walked home in the dark, slept, or tried to sleep in the space in the garden least likely to have a wall or building fall on it should the aftershocks cause more damage. I lay feeling the aftershocks through the night under a beautiful sky heavy with stars, kept awake by the loud singing, clapping and shouting at what must be a local church and by our local confused cockerel who spent the night letting us know he was still alive!

I'm not good with words they always come out wrong but I'll write you a poem because you keep me supported like my unswept floorboards you have that wonderful smell of old ***** books I want us to get together like cars merging into one lane of traffic You're prettier than a third grader's sloppy cursive

The original structure of the Plymouth Bay Lighthouse in Massachusetts consisted of two towers fueled by oil lamps. It was once home to the first female lighthouse keeper in America, Hannah Thomas, who inherited the duties of the keeper from her husband after he was slain in combat during the American Revolution.

Some believe Hannah haunts her lighthouse to this day, even though the original structure no longer stands. The two towers were wiped out in a fire and rebuilt in 1803 as a single, taller tower. Apparently, Hannah doesn't mind the new digs, as she has been spotted by several people in the new structure.

A professional photographer and his wife claim to have encountered Hannah while they were staying at the house adjacent to the tower. Awakened in the middle of the night, the couple saw the upper half of a ghostly woman floating over their bed and looking at them. The spirit was wearing 18th century period clothing and had long, dark, flowing hair.

Here I lie in bed again, Awaiting my next meal. A worker barges in my room, As if it's no big deal.

What ever happened to courtesy? Just a little knock. Do you think I'm just a vegetable, Laying here like a rock?

What ever happened to manners? I haven't got a clue.

BUT KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.

I know I can not talk, Or even joke around. But I'm well aware of everything, and also every sound.

If you have another worker help, change me during rounds. Please don't talk about me, as if I'm not around.

Treat me with respect, the same I'd give to you.

KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.

My bones are stiff and achy, I hear you say I'm contracted. My belly hurts, I haven't pooped, I hope I'm not impacted.

I'm sorry I may drool, and at times I even stare. It's not easy being old, aging isn't fair.

These are the cards God dealt me, There's nothing I can do.

JUST KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.

I used to be a lively one, just like your pretty self. I traveled, married, and worked long hours until I lost my health.

I press my light to see a face, Or just for company. For someone just to look inside, and realize that I'm ME.

You walked past my light, what am I to do?

PLEASE REMEMBER I'M A PERSON TOO.

I'm sorry that I messed the bed, I feel like such a baby. I'm so embarrassed, and ashamed, that I'm doing this at eighty.

I'm sorry I couldn't hold it, I didn't know what to do.

KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.

I wish that I was able, to communicate some way. So finally I'd get the chance, to say what I want to say.

I hear you talk with other patients, so please don't walk away. If everyone showed a little compassion, I wouldn't feel this way.

My name is Helen, and I'm all alone. Cancer took my husband, he had it in his bones.

We had one child, our precious son. Until his life was taken by a gun.

So here I am, no family left, as loneliness weighs heavy on my chest.

I may be sad, I may be blue.

PLEASE REMEMBER I'M A PERSON TOO.

Next time my light is on, come and see if I'm OK. I'm a retired nurse of thirty years, and would love to hear about your day.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/im-a-person-too

Dear friends, I am inviting you all to my farewell party 🎈. I know it’s going to be a bit sad but at the same time it will be one last time I want to see you guys enjoying with me. 🤝

Readers I am going to honest... I live in Uganda and I used to live in Jinja but since my parents went india I shifted to Kampala, I am kind of alone although I live with my cousins and my uncle and aunt. I thought my parents would be back in a few days but it took them months...😭i am feeling so sad without my friends, they were the best people I have ever known, I love them more than my family, I trust them more than my cousins, today I always regret talking to them rudely 😔 .