A PLANE CRASH AT ESSENDON AIRPORT AMERICAN TOURIST LIVES LOST HERE IN AUSTRALIA ON A GOLFING TRIP NOW THEIR FAMILIES COUNT THE COST
MEN OF CHARACTER AND STRONG STATURE WITH A VARIED LIFE TRAVELLED LOOSING THERE LIVES WHILE ON THIS TRIP NOW THERE FAMILIES LIVES ARE UNRAVELED
OUR HEARTS ARE VERY HEAVY OUR THOUGHTS ARE DEFINITELY WITH YOU LETS HOPE THE FAMILIES MEMORIES COMFORT THEM AS THEY DO
airport.
Author: MARK RIORDAN
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Date: 07/04/2020
№ 1196578
Airport
Hellos, goodbyes, Tears, smiles, regrets. Families going together And some breaking apart. The planes come And go And so do the people It's a place we all have been to But only a few of us truly know it
airport.
Author: AB
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Date: 25/03/2020
№ 1189400
Airport Wait
Well i guess i'm going to stay here Write some more Keep myself awake For a while I'm at the airport They don't have wi fi Yet all these god damn planes Landing and taking off With their satellites Electronics Planes charging money for breathmints Pillows Yet This motherfucker right here Can't sign on the internet I can only see the limited version of the internet Which is only The atlanta hartsfield airport website It's the most boring website in the world Now i have to entertain myself By checking flights That aren't even mine To feel like I'm some sort of computer programmer Hacking into the system Changing people's flight information That's the point that i'm at With nothing exciting in sight Until 9am When the bar starts serving alcohol
I went to the airport today, as my mom was traveling I was there my sister, my father and we kept doing our goodbyes as my father expressed how much he will miss her about 10 times... even though she's coming back in a week. While I was sitting there a man caught my eye he was with a lady a smaller asian lady, she was dressed very simply looks like she doesn't have much, her hair was messy... she doesn't seem to care about how she looks, he was pushing her from her hand joint and not her actual hand... his grip firm... like she was a stray dog and he was containing her from runing wild. He was dressed more decently and he seemed from the gulf and he seemed like he wanted to get this over with... he kept pushing her as my eyes involuntarily followed their every move he had a passport in his hand seemed hers and a small bag... no luggage. I saw her passing throught the checkpoints and I lost them for a while Finally it was time to leave my mom at the check point where only the travelers can pass... that's when I saw that lady again and the security was behind her again guiding her like a stray puppy to the man who happened to be next to me... the security handed her over to the man who didn't seem so happy to see her again as the security said " the captin won't allow her on his flight like this, she needs to wake up from whatever she's in"... that's when I lost them again as my mother was waving to us the final wave I got occupied by waving back and then watched her leave. finally we decided to leave the airport and for the last time I found the lady agian sitting alone starring into the ground her head waving back and forth like her neck was not strong enough to hold her head... as I saw the man leaving the airport door with a key in his hand... he left the bag and passport with her and left... and we left too But she stayed there Unaware and rejected Lost but no one was searching
I prefer the chaos of the airport to the tranquility of my overpriced, air-conditioned hotel. I feel confined to relax. Dip my toes in the pool and exhale audibly. The pressure is at a boiling point. I can feel activity just outside the pool front and I itch to breathe the smog.
I leave the four white walls confiding me to comfort letting my t-shirt cling to my body as I exit. I arrive three hours early for my plane, just to watch the cacophony of it all. My mind writes stories while they confirm my passport.
As a young girl she wanted to be a dancer...She worked at the corner store to pay for lessons.... Her dad died when she was ten and the stress of the loss made her break out in pustule acne which she picked incessantly. Dropped out of school. Corner store, doorwoman, bus driver. The acne left scars. She now checks passports and eats ramen noodles alone for dinner over looking the city.
As I wait to board I observe the crying son and the yelling father; the dynamic duo. The elderly Chinese lady fast in sleep in front of me. The Korean child peering over my shoulder as I write this. The smell of duty free liquor and the loudness of foreign tongues fill the room with a possessiveness.
The family across from me stares at their iphones in a meditative state.
I sit here. Observing. Assuming. Telling. Like opening day at the museum— art in its most primal. The crying lovers. An empty bag of peanuts. The Japanese woman, robe, facemask and all-- preparing for the night.
A cigarette (could be empty For all i care) Drips its fumes out into the air As i sit on a cold bench Outside the airport. I breathe it in In and out. It means something to me I can feel it I just don't know what.
I look, i listen This music, its waves of sound Somehow making music And the music means something to me I just don't know what
The fire burns it down Approaching the filter at a speed I cannot measure Try as i may (and i have tried) To measure its burning time accurately I cannot determine when it will reach its destination
The filter looks to me and says "careful, Don't burn yourself. " It looks to me and says "Don't. Burn. Yourself. "
This cigarette (it could be empty For all i care) Means something I just don't know what.
These people mean something I just don't know what, either.
