Fever

The fever paces the streets, blinding the corridors in its nocturnal sadness

looking for eyes wandering, lost,

still and burdened in its own color
The wind plays with the cold for months even in the warm seasons.

A body crosses the bridge still wearing his mustache, tangled with ice

His eyes, a black hole; his lips, the shredding of a self

He’s suddenly whole, then suddenly empty

the fever builds a house out of a man
stores in it jars and jars of isolation, rusty toolboxes, dustheap of journals, of photographs, letters unread

the floor is soiled and dirty

the walls stand in exhaustion

At night, he dances with the doom and torment, with brooms and sticks and unusual

Distress plays a music ethereal in his ears

the fever took over the bedposts, the pillows, the blanket,

and the darkness has a bright color

the cellular rings and rings until it stopped

The man is helled to bed and sorry

until he is no more

Until he is nothing
The fever finished the house

Steps into the chair like a master

Harried the depths of his heart

and found nothing

Soundlessly, the man hangs himself in the ceiling

And the deads sound the bells of forlorn

The fever smiles

and parades the street looking for sad eyes to feed.

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The Last Days

There are two facts of life that I wanted to share with you today. One is that, yes, we all age and die, and the other is that we don’t seem to understand it very well.  Most people evaded the topic of dying. There’s a lot of avoidance when it comes to talking about how we’d like to die. But today, I will not avoid the topic. I will tell you exactly how I want to die.

 Two days before I die I’d probably gather a few people that I care deeply. I would probably spend it visiting or calling as many of my friends as I knew so they wouldn’t feel bad about not being able to say goodbye. I would tell them that life goes on and not to worry about me. I have already done many of the things that I wanted within my means, so I would prepare some of my belongings as to who they should go to. We will spend the day doing things we have never done before.  I will not open my laptop, my phone or any form of gadget. Nature and friends, that’s about it really.

A day before I die, I will spend the morning with a smile. I will probably run, sing, dance, play and laugh with my family especially my parents. We would casually talk about the past reminiscing the wonderful moments we’ve shared, the mistakes I’ve done, the embarrassing moments, the achievements and maybe every topic under the sun. I would laugh with them until I can’t laugh no more. In the evening, I would sleep beside my mother and my father, tell them how much I love and appreciate them and kissed them goodnight.

The day I would die, I will wake up and cry. I will cry until I can’t cry no more. I will cry and let go of the hurt, the tears, the sadness and the pain. After that, I will spend my day casually. I will ride a bike in the morning, probably read a good book while drinking hot chocolate, and watch my favorite movie. After that, I would pray to God.  I will thank Him for this life—for my friends and my family. I will ask for His forgiveness and then I would be ready to die.

But the reality is saddening. It is more likely that death comes by surprise and doesn’t give you the chance to live your last day as you wish to spend it. All of us should know that all the time given to us in life is valuable; you just have to know what to do with it. So, let’s make it count.  Shall we?