👋 Oi, mga repapips, Brian Dys here! I love music, photography, and creative stuff like UX design and art. This is a place where I collect my thoughts and works. Apart all these, I’m Jaycelle’s better half and Bryce’s dad. 🥰
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I came, I saw, I conquered.
No.
I sat, I walked, turned the key, and entered my house.
Walked to the kitchen, opened the freezer, and poked the sandwich.
It wasn’t that frigid yet.
I was planning to hammer it while it was dead frozen. See how many pieces would shatter.
Smithereens shower. Slow motion. Splendid.
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I am not planning my own burial. It is not a shame to sit by the funeral home and wonder how much it will cost me for this body size. Just get me a fake bronze… or an amber wood for a casket instead. I am just inquiring.
Well, you see that on top of my head is a crow. It is really over my head… look up and there it is. Its feathers are planted with black dust… or maybe woven diesel fabric. This is not a deserted place. We are along a highway. I will give you a speckle of Christmas lights in February, pin us down right in the middle and there you will see this house of dead meats. Only this black bird does not creak here if you will listen closely.
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So, she stood there waiting for her coffee to be made. I walked and stopped behind her back. As she felt how I brushed her hair to reveal her nape, she glanced at me. Just as sudden as she turned around and smiled.
You’re so beautiful. Exactly the words I could think of and had said.
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Originally published on Multiply, 21 October 2007, 3:22 AM
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My twelve-year old girl flips on the pages of the book from my bag. I know she doesn’t understand a thing. Or maybe she just isn’t interested. I can almost see her bickering inside her head. And what I notice is how cute she is with her red headband on. Her pout is exactly like her mother’s.
My five-year old boy just watches in amazement as the outside world zooms past us. He even points to unlit neon-light billboards just as the train gradually comes to a halt. Ate gives him a crooked smile when he calls her attention. Just like this time as he mulls over the row of trees that lines the view.
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I woke up this afternoon. I was hungry. I went out and saw this particular sky and clouds – the overall atmosphere. It reminded me of how simple life was back then. When families were together. When school was there. Or just the mere thought that you have someone to share your hapiness with. Then I remembered one of those times when you were smiling at me. It made everything feel familiar again. Even for just a while.
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Originally published on Multiply
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I was invited by my friend, Catherine, to be on the “look-out” on her wedding day. She did not care whether I set my camera to black and white all the while. “Just do what you do,” she said.
To Be Free. Clench. Fly? Flew.