We don't talk anymore
But I think it's something to do with missed trains
Desynced hearts
Dreams and wishes that have drifted,
Oceans apart
As I linger in the shadows
I sense your presence
Our eyes don't even have to meet
This is knowledge,
A moment sufficient
Your mere existence is
Reassuring enough
To know that what we had was true
And if we can play it like this
Mute puppets
Dancing closely to a flame
Let's admire from faraway
Through a window
Of a vessel
As the sunset fades
And maybe
Just
Maybe
Like old dolls
Our hearts may be rewound
So as to spin again once more
In sync
In melody
In harmony
With each other, once more.
But for now.
Knowing we had a moment.
Is, indeed, enough for 1000 more lives to endure
And if it takes that long, perhaps..
Perhaps one day.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
( XVI ) This Villain, Love
The world as we know it is full of zombies, all bound by an invisible, powerful force, and it is up to us, the unscathed civilians to save them. As you may well be aware, in recent years the level of depression has increased as well as divorce rates, not to mention suicide. Who do we blame? Who is this criminal? The culprit of these worldwide statistics? I summon “Love” to the risers. Convicted for this mass trauma and emotional torment I repeat, “Love” is on the loose and we must put a stop to it!
As Michael Ball warned in his song Love Changes Everything; “Love will never never let you be the same.” So we, the noble civilians must take action and intervene before the entire population falls victim to its sly antics. Because when love blinds its victims, it gags and chains them too, locking them away in a tall tower where the victim only sees through rose tinted glass so that all trace of truth and reality become estranged and unknown to them. Sound familiar? Fairytale-like even? Allow me to demonstrate my point.
From the moment our heads emerged into the world, we have been taught how to look, speak, act and dress to impress. Look at how “Love” has managed to sneak its way into our very own family lounge rooms and onto our plasmas. Oh “Love” knows how best to attack the unsuspecting. This is why innocent eyes of young children are prime targets of its inconspicuous acts. The instant they pop out of the womb, infants are put in front of a television where they proceed to become exposed to a disillusioned, sunshine-lollipops-and-rainbows perspective of love. So it comes to no surprise that not an eyelid flickers when little girls spontaneously burst out into song on finding a prince, a hero to come and save them. What has made our eyes so accustomed to this phenomenon? Why has it become acceptable for three year olds to warble about awaiting marriage, as fairytale lyrics similar to Snow White’s Someday My Prince Will Come suggest? Look no further than the likes of Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty and Rapunzel of course! In these fairytales, fundamentally each princess or ‘heroine’ is portrayed as the “Damsel in Distress” as she awaits her “Knight in Shining Armour.” Without fail, he’ll gallop along on his noble white stallion and rescue her with the promise of marriage, a lavish lifestyle and babies to boot! But, alas who comes between them but a witch or an Evil Stepmother? Stop, now think again, just who is the true hero here? The prince and his lady-in-waiting-for-rescuing with distorted vision, blinded by the mask of “Love,” or, the ‘evil’ witch with her countless attempts to intervene and split up the budding courtship? I beg you to re-watch all these movies that entail these characteristics of love, and judge for yourself what is righteous. But who really needs to save them? Parents need the wool pulled off their eyes and ears, look beyond the fact that their child is the next Mariah Carey and listen to what their daughter (or son) is really singing about.
It’s not just girls who are targeted by “Love.” From birth, boys too are gradually cooked like a frog sitting in a pot of cold water over the intensifying heat of a stove. If the frog were placed in boiled water, it’d jump out straight away! So slowly she goes, sedating her targets at a leisurely pace, gradually, so that their vision of love becomes a distorted and foggy one. Take Superman for example. Why is he so “Super”? Oh that’s right, it’s because he teaches boys that they should be strong, masculine and able to save helpless women from the arms of disaster. But it doesn’t stop there. How about his fashion sense? Young boys who idolise this “Superhero” too, turn to their helpless mothers (who have become so heavily drugged up on Love they do not see the impact it imposes upon her offspring) and request for a replica of Supe’s spandex! Luckily, as they grow older they realise that this attire doesn’t particularly turn the heads of feeble women in need of rescuing. Nor does it instantly transform them into a buff, bullet-proof spoof with X-ray vision or the ability to fly –despite their countless efforts, even in their manhood.
I propose that we re-educate our young with wholesome, realistic perspectives of love, whereby both boys and girls are taught how to respect themselves and each other. Integrating how to share, co-operate and care, not to mention a lesson or two in domestic chores and classes for basic cooking, computing and car-tyre changing skills. I mean, look at Nick and Jess. There’s a fine line between stupidity and common sense, but everyone knows that they’d still be together today had Ms Simpson only been able to differentiate chicken from fish. These are the vital skills that lay the foundation to lifelong, lasting relationships. In addition, any form of media that inadequately portrays love such as television programs, movies and books should come with a rating, not dissimilar to that of the warnings for “infrequent coarse language.” A short message as simple as, “Warning: contains unrealistic views of love; bucket may be required,” would best achieve the desired effect and help combat this villain called “Love.”
Revived upon finding an old usb, this is my Year 12 English satirical essay. Unedited. Unchanged. Rate it or hate it. 8)
As Michael Ball warned in his song Love Changes Everything; “Love will never never let you be the same.” So we, the noble civilians must take action and intervene before the entire population falls victim to its sly antics. Because when love blinds its victims, it gags and chains them too, locking them away in a tall tower where the victim only sees through rose tinted glass so that all trace of truth and reality become estranged and unknown to them. Sound familiar? Fairytale-like even? Allow me to demonstrate my point.
From the moment our heads emerged into the world, we have been taught how to look, speak, act and dress to impress. Look at how “Love” has managed to sneak its way into our very own family lounge rooms and onto our plasmas. Oh “Love” knows how best to attack the unsuspecting. This is why innocent eyes of young children are prime targets of its inconspicuous acts. The instant they pop out of the womb, infants are put in front of a television where they proceed to become exposed to a disillusioned, sunshine-lollipops-and-rainbows perspective of love. So it comes to no surprise that not an eyelid flickers when little girls spontaneously burst out into song on finding a prince, a hero to come and save them. What has made our eyes so accustomed to this phenomenon? Why has it become acceptable for three year olds to warble about awaiting marriage, as fairytale lyrics similar to Snow White’s Someday My Prince Will Come suggest? Look no further than the likes of Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty and Rapunzel of course! In these fairytales, fundamentally each princess or ‘heroine’ is portrayed as the “Damsel in Distress” as she awaits her “Knight in Shining Armour.” Without fail, he’ll gallop along on his noble white stallion and rescue her with the promise of marriage, a lavish lifestyle and babies to boot! But, alas who comes between them but a witch or an Evil Stepmother? Stop, now think again, just who is the true hero here? The prince and his lady-in-waiting-for-rescuing with distorted vision, blinded by the mask of “Love,” or, the ‘evil’ witch with her countless attempts to intervene and split up the budding courtship? I beg you to re-watch all these movies that entail these characteristics of love, and judge for yourself what is righteous. But who really needs to save them? Parents need the wool pulled off their eyes and ears, look beyond the fact that their child is the next Mariah Carey and listen to what their daughter (or son) is really singing about.
It’s not just girls who are targeted by “Love.” From birth, boys too are gradually cooked like a frog sitting in a pot of cold water over the intensifying heat of a stove. If the frog were placed in boiled water, it’d jump out straight away! So slowly she goes, sedating her targets at a leisurely pace, gradually, so that their vision of love becomes a distorted and foggy one. Take Superman for example. Why is he so “Super”? Oh that’s right, it’s because he teaches boys that they should be strong, masculine and able to save helpless women from the arms of disaster. But it doesn’t stop there. How about his fashion sense? Young boys who idolise this “Superhero” too, turn to their helpless mothers (who have become so heavily drugged up on Love they do not see the impact it imposes upon her offspring) and request for a replica of Supe’s spandex! Luckily, as they grow older they realise that this attire doesn’t particularly turn the heads of feeble women in need of rescuing. Nor does it instantly transform them into a buff, bullet-proof spoof with X-ray vision or the ability to fly –despite their countless efforts, even in their manhood.
I propose that we re-educate our young with wholesome, realistic perspectives of love, whereby both boys and girls are taught how to respect themselves and each other. Integrating how to share, co-operate and care, not to mention a lesson or two in domestic chores and classes for basic cooking, computing and car-tyre changing skills. I mean, look at Nick and Jess. There’s a fine line between stupidity and common sense, but everyone knows that they’d still be together today had Ms Simpson only been able to differentiate chicken from fish. These are the vital skills that lay the foundation to lifelong, lasting relationships. In addition, any form of media that inadequately portrays love such as television programs, movies and books should come with a rating, not dissimilar to that of the warnings for “infrequent coarse language.” A short message as simple as, “Warning: contains unrealistic views of love; bucket may be required,” would best achieve the desired effect and help combat this villain called “Love.”
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Revived upon finding an old usb, this is my Year 12 English satirical essay. Unedited. Unchanged. Rate it or hate it. 8)
PS: Aural wine? Hollywood by Angus and Julia Stone accompanies quite aptly.
I am not in love. Nor in denial.
You quietly said, beside my covered ear where my hair hung like blinds, “You look really nice tonight.”
My mind imploded
There were so many things that I wanted to say; in the star-covered dark cosmos of my head it was like there were great bricks in orbit with words spray painted in CAPPED heavy black, bashing into each other,colliding,knocking themselves into each other where sprinkles of brick crumbs followed from their impact; falling beneath,
down,
into the infiniteness.
One of the bricks grew larger and larger; it came whooshing to the fore front of my mind’s eye, it said
UNDERSTATEMENT
Nearly fell out of my mouth until I caught it just in time thinking, if I had blurted it out, you would have just looked at me in perplex and bewilderment.
Understatement! For you! It would be a complete understatement if I said that to you; it should be me saying something like that to you, but it would be a complete understatement if I were to say that... To you... COMPENSATE … understatement couldn’t even properly compensate my lack of words, my inability to describe; how you make me breathless, it’s not even so much “how nice you look on the outside”… LOOK at you.
But I never said it.
You’re just being KIND in your way not knowing how ALIEN I feel with these tall legs, thin waists, small faces and long hair.
But none of me mattered when I was lost up, being shaken up by you.
Hearing those turning and genuine tones of your voice again. It made the stars in my mind fall from the black sky in tragic drops of abandonment.
But I never said that either.
I’ve missed you so much.
But I knew that was something I definitely shouldn’t say.
So I threw you a look of my eyes that made up the half of the half-hearted laugh I gave you; sort of shaking my head in a DERANGED twist, I must have looked so mad then.
I couldn’t even look at your eyes for any of that time, I didn’t dare to, I couldn’t when I tried; they always and completely DISARMED me.
So I turned and walked away as the bricks started dematerializing themselves so that there was nothing once again.
Later that night I couldn’t sleep. I was tossed in and out of horrible dreams, mundane dreams, and strange dreams.
I awoke the next morning; arm numbed from being twisted underneath me and blankets everywhere.
I hated that you didn’t exist in real life where I wanted you to (for the better), but you were soaked in my subconscious, exactly where I didn’t want you to be (for my worse.)
Is this what they mean by love?They preach it with outrageously delightful and "empathetic" smiles: Love is! Mental incapacitation and sensual possession; oh, isn't it absolutely delightful?
Just as it is me to do so, I’ll look at them that way;
Are you all utterly insane?
Love is a conscious decision. Love is certain feelings.
It isn't this.
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