Time

By Junate E.   Say, it’s a dark time, night or on dusk of the truth they are the eyes dawdling on the path to boredom Say’ it’s midnight, people in night outfits caring for a li’l bit of peace left over after the day twist Say, it’s a time, on it, we have based our hopes through the thorny field and up on our bleeding feet. Say, it’s the day, when you saw the beloved for the last time with eyes yearned for dryness I know, you cannot forget… Say, it’s early morning, on a sleepless night ruined under the worries yammering the word “Why?” Say, it’s windy afternoon, all the memories parading, life is as still as the cat at the threshol’ staring at your soul… Say, it’s today, discovering the pouring rain sweeping the filth of the night but it can no way clear the pain inside. Say, it’s a time, just a time, locked on me and mine behind, I can see it no matter it blocks, through the clothesline… Say, it’s not another time, that’s when we need to talk, and open our heart loud, It’s not another time, but just time, cause, the Sun already down now or not another time

If you can survive

A small piece of news I’ve just came across on The Net made me write the short story below. I bow before the scarifies of all mothers.

By Junate E.

First, a thunder like sound resounded through the ears of the young woman, she could not figure out what was going on. The light bulb was swinging left to right…Before the total blackout, she could manage to cover him up. He was the son and only three years old.

His husband was out and working that night. She did not mind. Because she had much fun with her little boy. But she never thought the darkness would spoil their fun that night.

She woke up in coughs under heavy rubbles. She wanted to get straight up…but she could not. Actually, all she could do move her fingers and her head…They were under a huge cement column block of the room…Shortly, she felt that deep pain…she felt like all the bones fractured…She wanted to say a few words…she could not do it either…the broken tooth pieces stuck in her throat.

“Oh, My God…please help,” she begged in her mind, which is the only undamaged part of her. “Baby, Honey, are you OK?” she shouted…there was no answer. She remembered she has made her body a shield for him before the damned earthquake. With a forced effort she could push her hand under her belly and felt the warmth of a mass. ”Oh, baby are you OK?” Still there was no response.

Meanwhile, the first team arrive the earthquake location. The location was in China and it was really a big earthquake. The rescue unit was a military one. The leader of the team turned on his radio and said, ”The Captain speaking…The damage is way beyond what was estimated…God damn it, I hear moans and begins from almost each house here…we need more rescue teams…these guys are perishing here.”

As soon as he turned it off, he rushed after his dog. His name meant “Rebel” in Chinese. Rebel jumped into one of the collapsed houses across the street. He started digging at then father end of the debris. The Captain followed him.

“What do you have, son?” he asked. Rebel was keeping on digging out. The Captain was using his hands to clear away the rubbles and pieces of cement blocks. He knew it would be dangerous and damaging to use a pick or shovel in this type of collapse. As the Captain was going into the debris, his scream was heard at the other end of the street, “Bring down an excavator quick. Not long before an excavator showed up. They tied a steel wire to the cement block in the debris. The Captain said, ”OK, Lad!…now pull it up slowly and gently. The young soldier carried out what his commander instructed literally. Once the large blocked was taken away, they saw a woman…The woman’s pose appeared to be ”strange” to the commander.

She knelt on her knees and she looked like a person who is worshiping; her body was leaning forward, and her two hands were supported by an object. The collapsed house had crashed her back and her head.

The Captain bent down and put his hand on her neck with a hope of seeing her alive. She was so cold and stiffened that there was not even a need to check her pulse to see if she is alive. Yes, she was already dead.

The Captain murmured himself, “It’s too late for this lady.” He turned back in rush. He wanted to help someone alive. But he noticed Rebel was not with him. He turned back and saw Rebel was standing at the same ruined house. He was looking and moaning. He was trying to tell something to the Captain.

“C’mon Boy…there must be  a lot of survived people out there…move along!”

The Rebel stepped backward. His moans were getting stronger. “Okay, okay,” said The Captain as he turned back to the house. Rebel ran to the woman on the ground and he started pushing his nose under her. Again, the Captain knelt down and used his hand through the narrow cracks to search the little space under the dead body. Suddenly, he screamed with excitement,” A child! There is a child! “

The whole team worked together; carefully they removed the piles of ruined objects around the dead woman. They saw the baby boy wrapped in a flowery blanket under his mother’s dead body. It was obvious that his mom had made an ultimate sacrifice for saving her son. The little boy was still sleeping peacefully when the team leader picked him up.

The doctor came quickly to exam the little boy. After he opened the blanket, he saw a cell phone inside the blanket. There was a text message on the screen. It said,” If you can survive, you must remember that I love you.” This cell phone was passing around from one hand to another. Everybody that read the message wept.

I start where

By Junate E.   A tiny drop in grief not confident, looking below on the edge of a dewy daffodil leaf. Soon, new drops pushes it, yes, it’s a choice that needs to be made: to fall or not to fall… Just then, a woman rushes uphill in bloody sweat, who knows in what part of her poor land? But, she can not stop while being chased; her village in ruins, all the family murdered, and, all she knows, she must not fall, and keep her head raised. In a faraway country, it’s 3:20 am and cold, the guy got late on brake could not see the truck and veered off the road down the cliff in shake. What he did last was to turn back to clutch the baby at the back in her seat; all parts of the car dispersed. Do you see his hand? It has already grabbed the seat, it’s a miracle, the baby survives… Soon, a villager running down, baby cries put him in alarm. The baby already fainted, when he hit the car debris. Will the baby survive? who knows? By the way, you know, nobody asked him if he wanted to be born Now, you see? I start where you end, What is the destiny? What is fair or not? So, drink it, My poison is your remedy… Look at the Sun as it sets down, or, really does it? Don’t you know, Nerd? it also rises at the same time at the other side of the World… What is the destiny? I start where you end!

No

By Junate E.     no day no time no way no chance no where no return no more no one no remorse no sense !

The Woosh

By Junate E. It was true of our love In a nut shell on a summer day it was all quiet on our shore lit vividly by a halfway candle the only sound was the woosh of the vibrant waves rolling on to our naked hearts It was yours on my body hot and drenched in sweaty trance as mine was in rush to catch with your sweeping rhythm there was nobody but you and me on the sticky sands and life was just a still tone lurked in the backdrop of the story It was true of our love In a nut shell on a summer day in the warmth of your breath

I love living as well

By Junate E. It’s been almost seven months breaking his mom’s heart, with a piece of paper saying, “Mom, I’ll pursue my opportunities, Sorry but, cannot have the same fate as you do.” She was young and pretty and, that was supposed to break any ice awaiting her destiny. She applied to modeling agencies, then neither news nor appointments. And, it did not take long to decide to apply to night clubs and bars where there was a demand and she had a life to carry on. Matt was the bartender who showed affection or rather, he had a crush on, she found the warmth with him on the cold days that December, of Manhattan. One morning, she woke up to a big voidness. She could not find all her money, And her purse was gone, even her wrist watch and bracelet… Matt was not the one as she pictured on her mind. Now life was really blue actually as dark as the hell night, nobody was by her to help her out All alone and clueless wandering on the streets without any aim, she found herself gazing at the Hudson River It was strange, what she saw was her mom crying, sad ever. it was also late to say “I’m sorry.” And, she thought, It would be good, If she would let her down into the depth of the river. The water should’ve been icy cold but, life had been colder to and dismayed her. “T’morrow,” she thought, “The Sun will be up again.” “but, she won’t catch my frozen body.Oh God! I love living as well. But I cannot go back home, honestly nowhere to go, except…” When she climbed up on the rails, she wanted to stop, but, could not balance her body. The next morning, the papers were inquiring about her identity.

Forlorn

By Junate E. Your hand, lonely and apart resting on the floor as my heart ripped in my suffering soul. What can I say? No words would bring back your smile which I ever adore Again, snow covered all streets and cities of my town, and, winter and I are forlorn No secret sighs of painful longing which I let out behind your ruthless absence will,I know,never heal my repentance

Do you know “Rebel” ? Did you read it yet?

Do you know "Rebel" ?.

Do you know “Rebel” ?

By Junate E. Can you split your love? Can you stop feeling great, all of a sudden down to anger? Or, can you start a loud laughter in the wake of your forlorn tears? Can you smile at your neighbor’s son that you never get along ? Or, can you tell the story of Rebel, who got lost on the social network ? Can you feel the rhythm of his heart, beating on the distant quarters? is that all for you to talk on a celebrity who just slept with his best friend’s girl? and, spread it across your friends’ circle? By the way, didn’t Rebel ring any bell at the deaf piers of your world? Do you know Jessica, overweight and abused? No…nah, not at all? What do you know these days, Buddy? Should somebody tweet something for you to be heedful? Do you have to “Like” something that is “Most Liked” ? Is your mind so dull and un-resourceful ? It was 3:45 am last week doesn’t matter what day it was… Jessica turned on the gas on one of her lonely nights as drenched after one of her regular nightmares “This time”,she thought “I’ll finish it..I’ll bury it” Does not matter, either what it was, that made her life un-livable She closed her eyes and smiled at the image her late and most beloved mom “I’m coming,Mom” was her last words Why do I tell it? Does not matter,pal! Maybe I was pretty impressed maybe I just want to share But,what Jess forgot was a brave Labrador she had, that ne’er left her on cold rainy days… And ,that night would not have been an exception By the way,if you feel bored, forget everything that was told and enjoy your life, keep tweeting on your miserable nutshells But if you want to stay, listen this… The brave dog was Rebel, who pulled Jess by her arm and, who dragged her two floors down It was Rebel,or maybe the spirit of conscience and, of love. He waited on by her who was lying on the sidewalk away from her senses and, shortly she woke up to Rebel’s smile. I don’t want to own but, be just a Rebel,

I remember

By Junate E. Long time since… I remember…a bruised neck which I had pushed through a small, narrow window. All I wanted was to catch a random sight of my mom and my brother… I had to leave my land all of a sudden and unshielded… Still remember… I caught a blurry glimpse of my mom, my sadness… she was on her knees as she had collapsed, her arms open wide and her palms pointing to my train… And my big brother, as he was pulling her off the ground, maybe better say “as he could not”, his shouts mixed with his tears in his wheelchair, helpless and amputee… Oh God! take me down the Earth to wherever you want, way far from that land where i threw up the agony off my depressing memories I’m afraid of remembering, but I still do,though. Those days young people were pretty political. They were not allowed to express what to believe as they were forced to follow the beaten path, and I was young then… The train left that land on a dull December night as gloomy as my my young hopes and as hopeless as my future now, ten years since… nobody above survived, except me Mom, please! Give your hand to my brother!