My stuff from “the Negative Sign”

I started that blog to experiment stuff and I do that a lot so here is a some of the stuff over weeks I’d say


Day 1

Going deeper
And deeper still
Diamond Supreme Foam

Day 2

Lied, laughed, lived
Three seasons did go ahead
Then a  summer death

Day 3

Out from the lonely Hall,
A long lasted test in Summer
Your dead body, My tired soul

Day 4

Packed, gathered
An Autumn trip to boredom
Uncle oh Uncle…

Day 5

Emails, ninety nine
Sitting up all night in Summer
Waiting for the one

Day 6

Walking along the way
I now lost a friend, old mate

Day 7

Four choices lie 
One answer to choose
Multiple choices.. ah the Mcqs!!

Day 8

After the storm
I hold a little sparrow
Dead home, broken song

Day 9

Dad’s watch
Ticks on my wrist

Day 10

Sweat touches my brow
As I mow the wet grass
A midsummer morning

Day 11

Cold December wind,
Walking through the fields one morning
Blew my shawl away

Day 12

There was pain in my arms
And in my brain I knew the imaginary never existed 
Still, the phrase hurts


Day 13

One late afternoon
Dancing jumping racing squirrels
Disappeared in my tree

The Negative Sign


Grave of the Fireflies

My house was burning

And I sat. Sat overwhelmed. Sat numb and pale. I just sat there. Sat watching everything burned away. I saw Dad’s picture eaten up by dancing yellow and orange flames. I saw Mom’s ornaments smashed on the hard floors. I saw the tablecloth I made last month stained with blood of my sister. I sat there. In my torn clothes and in my dead soul

What could I do?There were blackened bodies all around me. Blackened by the hatred that was never ours. Destroyed by the revenge that we never bore. Where could I go? I was stoned. Held to ground by a force that somehow spared me. Spared from the fate my family just witnessed. Spared from the end my whole city saw. What had happened?

All I remember was that air raid siren. Over the cries of the dead that is all I hear now. My ears ring with that gong of fear and death. All I see is Dad running towards me, beckoning me to run. All I hear is my sister dragging herself away, from the flames licking the house fast. All I know is Mom is somewhere beneath those hot logs. I knew I ran. I knew it was all over. In the fight to make the other lose, I had lost it all. Lost my beloved in a war that was never ours..

I knew I ran into the chaos. Those streets with men women and children for something. Life, loved ones what I don’t know. I don’t know why I ran. To save my life? My life? In that wild moment I just knew what Dad said. And I did it. Ran faster than everyone. Maybe from death itself. A race which every one in my family lost

Stumbling back to my burning home, sitting among the ashes of my love and my life. I never won I guess. Because this is what they gave me as my consolation prize. To sit with my bashed knees on grandpa’s soot covered sofa, to see this with these crazed eyes of mine, shaking with fear; Fireflies. All.. fireflies…

(for Japan and every single person who died and dies in my country. A reaction to the movie “Grave of The Fireflies”. The depression doesn’t leave my mind)