Tag: sounds

tick tock

Posted on by violeteye in English, Poetry, Thoughts

father’s bed is made, but no one has changed his bed sheet since he died in his sleep almost two weeks ago.

there are two clocks in this room. they had been souvenirs from two different banks. and both of them let out incessant tick-tocking sounds,

which must have been the last sounds he had heard.

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i put my hand on his pillow, sit on the bed and then lie down. i immediately realize that almost everything that can be seen from this position is still the same with what i had seen when i was still a child sleeping on this bed between my mother and father.

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i get up and look at his things, scattered around his bed. never worn shirts and ties, still in their packaging. bed sheets, some old some new. house clothes, washed and folded. coins, in small plastic containers on his dressing table labeled Rp 25,- Rp 50,- Rp 100,- in his handwriting. and even more coins that he had yet organized, coins that have now been withdrawn from circulation.

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no one was allowed in this room when he was still alive. except for my daughter.

a short story

Posted on by violeteye in English, Poetry

afterlife in a glass of orange juice
a pierce at the centre of my chest

i thought the sounds of the world are not that amazing
and i grew tired of my own reflection on my mobile phone screen

i was an itch that would never go away
the ghost in your grandmother’s picture

and all the while you stay still
soaked in your bathtub

rubadubdub

i like stories
ending with somebody drowning

and smelling good

Log #25

Posted on by violeteye in Dream Logs

a killer was following a girl who was walking to her apartment.
the apartment was on the second floor.
the girl headed to the stairs.
the killer took his time.
the girl stood in front of her door looking for keys.
the killer was still standing at the foot of the stairs. listening to the sounds of her opening her bag, her hand rummaging through her things and finally her keys clinking between her fingers.
i felt his calmness.
he walked up quietly.
the girl was just about to close the door when she saw him.
in the realm of this dream, when one is in danger one has to ring the bell of one’s house. that was what the girl did but because she didn’t want the man to get into her house she closed the door at the same time.
the girl’s body was cut in half—her torso was outside with her right hand pushing the bell while her waist down was behind the door.
her face was stupidly frightened.

i was with my boyfriend on a hill at a mediterranean bay. busy taking pictures of local tourists and us. he used a polaroid slr camera. i loved the camera so much that i wanted to have one of my own. so i went to a camera shop and bought a new one for $8008 using my credit card. we took pictures again and felt really pleased about the results.

however, we weren’t there only for taking pictures. we were to distribute questionnaires about the killer. about how he had been a liar. but we’ve deciphered the pattern. (this made so much sense in the dream) and since we took so much time enjoying the view, we discovered that we were already a couple of hours late for the trial. my boyfriend and i took off immediately. we were in a very joyful mood.