Friday, November 20, 2009
Having contemplated many things on the nature of writing and penning one’s thoughts into an online medium, I’ve come to the conclusion that it would be better for me to simply talk to someone or punch something instead whenever I feel strong emotions. This has been an interesting experiment in finding the many pieces that make up the puzzle that I am, and I am happy to say I have a more complete picture than I used to. I will be writing again, for sure, but it will be less whimsical, and perhaps more substantive next time. Till then, this is the Legion, signing off. Remember to turn off the lights 🙂
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
- Boy likes girl. Gives her his heart.
- Girl isn’t impressed, this is too easy.
- Heartbreak hotel and super glue ensue.
- Boy is never the same again.
- He never thinks the same way about girls again.
- Girl notices boy isn’t moved by her tricks.
- Girl likes boy. Gives him her heart.
- Boy isn’t impressed, this is too easy.
- Heartbreak hotel and super glue ensue.
- Girl is never the same way again.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Silhouette of two, finding in the dark
Alongside, they’d smile in a frozen moment
Preserved forever, with a dazzle of light
Burned into dreams, in transient white
Monday, May 4, 2009
I was always at the back of the church looking to the front, looking at the faces mixing and mingling about. That’s when I saw her the first time. Her face looked vaguely familiar, but nothing stood out then.
Fast forward to the mall, where I was looking for jobs in computer security. I had seen her a few more times in that same mall earlier. I met her again as I was browsing the furniture section of some store. She stood in front of me and gave me an expectant look, as I was lazing on a bed reading some notes. I raised my gaze to meet her eyes and I realized.. that smile. Only you had it. Some of your features looked different, like you had grown, but you still had that smile.
I asked you what you were doing here, and you said you were looking for a job. I walked with you and we saw your dad. As we sat around a table in the mall, some balding man in his fourties sat down with us and put a stack of timesheets on the table. You began to sign your name on each timesheet. It was for the hours a person was expected to work at. As you signed, you had a little ‘pft’ sound that escaped from your lips, as though with contempt. I knew you had been looking for a job for a while, so when the balding man left I congratulated you on landing your job. You smiled happily, but told me you had to keep the illusion that you weren’t actually needing the job.
You asked me what had happened to me since we parted ways. I hesitated.
‘I learnt a lot.’
You happily locked arms with me as we continued speaking about your job and the things you had been up to as well. I did not know what it meant at the time, I was just relieved to be beside you. To answer my unspoken question, your dad said, “So this is what you’re like in a relationship.”
Friday, April 3, 2009
She waved a goodbye borne of countless goodbyes as I got into the car. Inside the vehicle, and I shit you not, was Batman. Or at least, someone who dressed a little like him. He wore dark clothing, a mask obscuring most of his face. Where his nose, mouth and chin should’ve been was simply smeared with a chocolate-coloured compound.
I flipped down the passenger-side mirror and looked at myself. I was Robin.
Only, we weren’t exactly the dynamic duo. Our clothes seemed to be almost tattered, like they were nearly shredded by the pecks of a thousand angry crows. I had the same compound on my face, where my mask did not cover. Batman and Robin. What dumb-ass names we had. We looked closer to that ragtag Joker than anything else. Our car pulled itself away from my house.
For a while, it seemed our job was to mainly watch people live. We were in Pleasantville, where everyone was happy just greeting their friendly neighbours. We watched them do this from the car, as though to ensure nothing untoward would happen during such exchanges. It was a sharp contrast: everyone else seemed to be wearing such gaudy colours, while we were in faded hues. The place seemed so damn bright and cheery I thought I’d go blind. Perhaps we were the guardians of their happiness.
And then we arrived in a busy market-like section of the city. Our city was interesting because instead of tarmac roads connecting the different blocks of shops together, we had man-made streams that were deep enough to swim in. It was like one of those indoor streams rich friends would have built to flow through their living room.
We stopped outside a church, made with stylized columns like an ancient Greek building. This is where my mom goes. “Do we really have to go in?”, my eyes asked nervously. A stony, solemn nod was my answer. We got out and strode inside.
Batman was supposed to look for someone, and he quickly disappeared into the crowd. It wasn’t too large. About ten to twenty people milling around the plastic foldable chairs, neatly arranged in rows. I noticed my mom at the front of the church talking with someone. I slowly turned around and made my way to sit at the back, hoping she wouldn’t notice. But somehow she did and called to me.
I began to pick up the pace of my steps out of the church.
She followed me, asking loudly what I was doing here and why I wasn’t where I was supposed to be and so forth. I got the feeling she didn’t know I did this. My quickened step turned into a run into a dive as I leapt into one of the nearby man-made streams. I swam across different sections and different blocks, and since the shops facing the streams had their walkways on the other end, she shortly disappeared from sight, trying to second-guess where I’d swim to. After a while zig-zagging and having her catch up, I doubled back when I saw her go ahead into a walkway.
Getting out of the water, I put my hands in my pockets quietly and continued walking. A woman in a blue and white top was in front of me as I made my way through the market crowd. Mom. I turned again to face my back towards her and walked away at a perpendicular angle. Again, she somehow had eyes at the back of her head and started following me.
Our chase led me to the edge of the city, and I descended the marble steps that led to a rocky, short cliffside: we were facing a sea. Raging waves hurled their mighty forms against the rocks, on which I was perched on. It was a precarious situation, but one that was necessary. I shouted to her:
“Another step and I’m going to jump!”
But why did I want to escape from her so badly, to the point of risking death? Did I have a secret no one should know?
I woke up to the sound of a crow in my backyard doing an imitation of Frank Sinatra. It was a terrible impressionist.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Eyed your old photos; thought where you were,
Realized, no longer, the same longing I did.
Voracious starvation, company to my solitude;
Only your lilting voice could soothe me.
Saw your smile, sunshine, remembered it well.
Wondered too, will all those I used to feel for;
Stand still in time, a statue like you?
Flickers of a memory only true in my mind?
Your soft vocals, music you sent me,
Words I wrote, but never told you,
Photos that called you back to me,
The memories of all our joy and pain,
To ash, I finally burned them all.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
I haven’t spoken about -this- particular girl for a long time now. A long-suffering, unwavering friend, of the type you read about in books. The kind who are steadfast in believing the best of you, and whom you’d take bullets for without a second thought.
She needs a lot of love. Not the kind you profess about to your significant other, not the kind you daydream about all your romantic life. More the kind where you can hug people with, the kind you can cry together with.
I am but an idiot, clumsy with his words, and I do not know how to make things better. Know you are foremost in my mind, even though oceans separate us.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Here’s hoping yours come true,
And that you always keep love new.
For alas, too easy to rue,
A broken heart, when a smile seeks you.
Happy Valentine’s Day from the Gang.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that’s lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.
– W. B. Yeats
Saturday, February 7, 2009
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
–the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says
we are for eachother: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis