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Saturday, February 03, 2007

beauty killed the beast Ch3

And so the story begins…

You went crazy when I told you about the article piece remember? Man, those were the good old days. I aint complaining here, I’m just reminiscing bout days of gold from a platinum point of view.

I do remember I wrote about love, I wrote about affection I wrote of feelings that could only explode from a volcanic eruption. I wrote of beautiful devotions, breathtaking emotions and everything you inspired me with. I made the whole world fall in love a thousand times with you, I let them see you with my eyes that loved every move you made, I let them hear every breath you took, not just that, I even got emails telling me that some could almost smell the scent of you. To that point of detail I’ve gone insane for you.

So our little bits and pieces of our lives made the smile find its home on our faces. Ten articles later, people started writing my uncle, that they ask for the newspaper published here. From then on I wasn’t published just here in the eastern province anymore, good ol’ uncle of mine got me published all around Saudi. A year after that, my little bits and pieces of you went international, and my uncle’s originally politician newspaper gave birth to new two last pages under the name “life as you know it”. back then I was in charge of a little group that publish on those last pages. We were like a family, even they wanted sneak peeks of what's coming next in the lives of you and I.

We grew closer to one other that year, remember? My uncle was pretty happy our lives crossed their paths. And the readers were even more happier that we spoke about it. Of course there were some dead days in our lives, but we worked them out. I do remember articles like “the panther in my arms” “stars twinkle tonight”, god!! there’s just too many to write down here. There was this once published piece that kinda made the readers want to strangle me in my apartment and make it look like an attempt of suicide. I was writing about a safari trip you and I had, fictional of course, but hey, it was a dead month for us, you had your finals remember? Anyhoo, We were walking through some Indian jungles, and it was pouring rain that night, it was like the sea had broken from the skies. And somehow we found shelter in a cave somewhere, and didn’t realize it was already taken by the natives. We ran inside trying to scare the monsters away, but who were we kidding, right?! And then I fell in some sort of puddle that swallowed me in, but I just couldn’t leave you behind. It was dark inside that cave and you flashed your beaming lights towards the opening face of the puddle so I could find my way back to you. I ended the article somewhere right there. But what busted the readers was that I didn’t speak of how we got out and found the airport, well I wasn’t detailed enough. I tried to explain that I wanted to speak of something real that is happening in our life, that’s why I had to end that safari post. So then I had to make them a re-cast of the safari. I remember getting loads of hate mail saying that I’ve lost my talent, but I promised that the next reads would be even more exotic.

Every beginning always has its special taste you know, you could almost remember how the morning smelled on days like that, even though its been lifetimes since that epic.

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“We should celebrate” I told you. “why?” “excuse me?, what do you mean why?.. its not for the newspaper, its not for the articles, and not for the fans” I said. Now you start to remember other reasons for celebration, I could see a smile starting to grow on your face now. “Yeah that’s right, keep thinking”. You laughed cos you had no idea what to think, though you did just have a failing attempt of looking sincere. “C’mon, lets go” I hold your hand and take you to a restaurant that’s fancy as it still is casual the way you always liked. You loved it there, remember? “I love that its filled with people, but still I feel alone with you” you spoke. “ hey hey hey, don’t twist and turn, fives years back on a day like this, your car crashed on the road behind the sea” I said. “oh right, No wonder I have this little box for you” “damn it, you remembered? Why do you like toying with me? Sometimes I think you could read my mind” I said with a smile and held your hand closer to my face and told you that I had something really important to say …

As we dug in the dishes on our table, you steal a look at me and smile as if I’m doing something funny. So I humor you, I pulled my tongue out and shaped it like a flower, crossed my eyes, and asked for a kiss with a retarded way of speech. You pulled back on your chair and laughed so loud I could still hear it spanning time circles as it never died. But I also remember you biting your lower lip and stopped your giggles instantly, opened your eyes wider signaling me to stop. “What?” “the outside” I take a lean outside the fence, he looked in agony, he seemed like he’d forgotten how to laugh or smile. The looks on his face asked for a reason why people still laugh. Its like he couldn’t find any explanation for happiness. “poor kid.. Waiter.. we’ll have this and that to go please and bring us the bill please” you’re such an angel, no matter what, you always flap those angel wings of yours and spread love to those around you. “what was it that you had so important to tell me?” you asked “What? Man you broke my chain of thoughts, I was just thinking of preparing an article in my mind stating how angelically divine you are when you flap your wings for others.. what important thing?” “before the waiter came in with the food, you were going to say something” “see I told you we should get one of those palm tops.. I forgot really”
The waiter comes in with the bill and the bag, we paid and got out of there to look for the child. “how could a kid like that wind up in a place like this?” I asked. “we’ll you’re the reporter, unleash your hound-dogs to sniff and find out” “hey, that’s my little family you’re trying to diss, to think you were and angel, tsk tsk”

There was something about that boy that wouldn’t let me sleep at night. He had ragged cloths on, though his face looked like he was recently put into a situation like that. What could’ve been his background story I wondered. A phone call interrupts my thoughts. “hey remember that girl from the “sunset beach”? She just called and I think we’re on!”
God no! not again. We were always so close, but never lovers. I knew everything about you and yet you knew so little. This girl you spoke about was the waiter that dressed casually and always smiled to where you sat. you even made me go talk to her once after hours of admiration you agonized me with. The food was uneatable and still you always ordered from there. The coffee always had something from its taste missing, and yet that never stopped you from asking her not to forget the fudge you thought she made so good. Nothing there was fit for a dine, not even a cool morning breeze would make their horrible taste of food and service give you a smile. Yes I’m a girl too, but this isn’t being jealous of someone new, its only because you always picked the wrong people at the wrong times. Its enough for now, been five years now patting your shoulder from Noura’s downfall, and still you always found an affair that you thought will mend your heart, and I couldn’t take anymore of your none sense, your answer was always right there staring you back in the eyes. I started writing my next piece for the newspaper, it was a poem called “this is your revolution” it was mine directed to you for all the world to hear.
This is your Revolution.



There aren’t enough minutes in one hour or enough hours in one day. I’ve put in a request for more days in one week, more weeks in one month. And yet, time is on your side.

You’ll get over her you said. Love dies eventually. It always does, you said. We used to argue over this, remember? But I won the debate as I always did with you: love never dies. Always lingering on in the forgotten shadows of your mind collecting dust. Discarded, put aside, until you choose to think about it again.

My heart wrenches for you.

You were always easy to read. I knew you like a book I’ve read and reread, over and over again and yet I always ended up picking up the shards of your broken love affairs. Pieces I knew you’d leave behind. But then what are friends for?

We were growing up together but we were always slowly growing apart. We were never lovers and yet I knew your moves and the muscles on your body as if they were for my eyes only. Just like you knew my body, the exact number of freckles on my shoulders and the hidden moles you called 'beauty spots' which no lover of mine ever noticed.

That night, I saw the pain displayed on your face. The same pain I’ve seen many times before. I heard the ache in your voice; dull and heartbreaking. Even in the dark, the moon was our sun and the hurt was laid out for me; leftovers of your torrid love sessions.
Missing pieces of a sorely broken heart.

You’ve never been one to hide. Don’t start now. It doesn’t become you.

You’re always asking for my opinion but don’t listen when I speak. It’s always been in your habit to do such things to me. Jokingly, I promised you’d end up losing me. And yet underneath that joke and the laughs it fired up, we both knew it was true.

You took me for granted always saying tomorrow. Tomorrow will come. And it did. But the undress me eyes I once had for you are now locked away, locked away for someone else. And the colours of the rainbow you’ve walked are now grey to me. Your feathers are now frayed and the love I had for you tucked away; in a place I don’t want to see anymore.

What shape of insanity kept bringing me back to you I will never know. But at the end of the hollow tunnels of these eyes I now have for you, a small fire still burns. Protected by whatever friendship we have left between us.

Let me pull you from behind the shadows of the sun. Let me light the lamp over your head. Put your hand in mine and let me take you to the door you’ve faced so many times but were too afraid to try and open. Let me show you the road you wanted to take but never did. Listen to what I have to tell you, consider it.

Until you do, you’re sitting in purgatory’s waiting room.

That flame caged in your heart, it still burns. It will always burn. But give it time. Let it grow… I kissed your cheek as a mother would kiss her child and showed you the door, beautiful, tall and strong. One million miles fueled by a single kiss...This, is your revolution. A road which you'll have to take on your own. Stop running from it and start running to it.

I'm not coming with you, not this time. But I will always be here for you as I always have been in the past. And if you decide you don’t need me anymore, then know that I don’t exist. Never did, never will and that is a promise you know I'll keep.

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*Witchblade inspired. Micheal Turner influenced. I drew the above picture a while ago but had to take a picture of it because it was too large to scan.
POSTED BY SAR AT Saturday, June 18, 2005

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Leo here: This post I used Sara’s little story tell, its hers and has nothing to do with me, but we agreed if I were to use anything of hers I wouldn’t tamper it, and state her contact info.
So please don’t mix up her brilliancy with my insipidness.
Sara’s email is Silvershake@yahoo.com, give her a kiss for me willya.

2 Comments:

Blogger wastedchix thought the post was...

i READ IT!!!!
I fucking READ THE WHOLE THING LEO!
just to the very end and realized it aint urs to begin with :"s

i could kill you right now ..

what is it with the mamlaka towers pop up thingy? tragemni int? looool

where's that Damn Cbox .. i can no longer stand that V thingy ..

*Chuckels @ V*

Vergin ...lol


Dammit it's still there i was hoping u would disable it for once ..i'm guessing that's WHY u don't have alot of people commenting on ur blog ..
they see that word thingy and they go "eh, never mind"

Got it?

Love u man ..

ThunderCAT

Sat Feb 03, 01:55:00 PM  
Blogger Leo. thought the post was...

you read?! so you know that i'm a girl now dont you!
the post was mine upto the poem bit. "Your revolution" was sara's..
hey i was out of brain juice i had to make a story out of something..

yeah i'm ragiming everyone that comes by my crappy life..
N am workin on ur Vbox
it kinda makes sense in a weird way that my v.boxes scare people away.. nasty little things rnt they! P~

you solved the mystery of why dont leo have so many fans.. heeey ur good!

Sat Feb 03, 02:31:00 PM  

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