Friday, May 27, 2005

HeLlO

An Inspiration on a hot summer afternoon trying to stay awake and stay busy. I saw her right in front of me. Not on the screen, she was on a wall: grey stones and all, staring back at me without actually thinking about me. I saw her alright, in a unclean, green park, waving to the passing afternoon, who was lifting her skirt to reveal her dark underneath. She knew without really knowing this was the last undressing she would see. She didnt know if she should have been happy. She was waiting for her life to pass in front of her eyes. But there it was, all so small, OH so small. 20 years, watching the same people had left her no need of memories. She didnt do anything wild, she never chastised, never hurt, never loved, never smoked, never got drunk. She got knocked up the first time by a very nice guy with an average amount of passion, with an average amount of loving. She didnt even get pregnant, she never even kissed a woman and got clicked when doing so. She wrote things nobody would read, she sang in a voice nobody noticed, she had no friends she could boast about. She was average. ABNORMALLY so. Then it changed. On this winter afternoon, she saw the darkness in her, a small streak that was subsided and divided till math had killed and english had tamed it. She picked it up and kissed it, she placed it on her chest and let it sink in. It told her things she had never known, things she couldnt crave for because she was oblivious to its existence. She cried on that midday wondering where she had left her life.
In her failed love?
On the dick of her average lover?
In the hands of her affectionate parents?
She wouldnt know, it was too late to matter. She swung her legs rubbed her hands in wait. The wind brushed against her average body where an abonormal spirit was growing. She turned to look at the valley her innocent eyes had never seen and her spirit grew to raging heights. She leered, smiled and howled...

And fell.

Her innocence had died. Her spirit broke free. It was a mad affair I saw in her eyes today.


P.S.: I need to find this woman. Please please someone please tell me whos this lady with an album called vespertine. PLEASE!

30 Comments:

Blogger sandeip said...

actually;the death of innocence is not that abnormal a happening.but yes;it is significant.

u are thought provoking.thank u for being that.

6:34 PM  
Blogger sandeip said...

duhh!i was the first!!

smiles

6:37 PM  
Blogger BM, The Necessary Movement said...

Goddamn it amazes me how well you write. I do lots of blog surfin when i am bored and you are one of the few that really leaves a mark on me.

"On the dick of her average lover?"
perfect line

I know I hold no credibility but I must say “Absolutely Amazing!!!”

6:54 PM  
Blogger Jim said...

dis one was easy
it's the De Vile
looking at her reflection

am i right Fira?

7:42 PM  
Blogger Rex Venom said...

That was great.
I t captures. What is the world like through your eyes…?
Rock on!

7:45 AM  
Blogger {illyria} said...

yeah. the dick line was so awesome it made my head ache.

7:57 AM  
Blogger De.vile said...

Word Smith: Just said, her life was innocence.

BM: Thanks mate, glad you like it. I mean after all those rejected magazine articles stuff like you say makes me really glad.

Saby: Nope, aint me.

Rex Venom: Tinted. Black, blue, red.

Transience: Now dont even make me start on how giddy your articles make me...

1:25 PM  
Blogger Jim said...

OK...tell us about u
and be honest like kesh


start wid yr age

4:25 PM  
Blogger Vikas Kaul said...

I like the way you wrote this De.Vile, but I haven't understood it as much as you would want any of your readers to. I have a few questions and until I get some answers I wouldn't be able to appreciate this article of yours. I liked it because it made me think.

Hope to have a conversation with you sometime.

Good job.

vk

4:40 PM  
Blogger Ashes said...

nice writeup..but then why do you want to shock people?

i'd rather that you be you.they are too impervious to shock anyways.

8:24 PM  
Blogger firacub said...

Why do I have a feeling that the 3rd person in your post is somewhere an extension of your thoughts or your virtual existence in your own domain. Much like a double edged sword.. deadly for the person who faces its blow and hell for the person who cant use it well. Do mail me a reply buddy. Would love to debate further on this. Words sometimes have no limits. Its just that I dont know how to frame them....


Peace girl,
Firacub.

3:59 AM  
Blogger firacub said...

And hey.. I have a request...

May I have your pic.. Would love to see the person with such magic of weaving words.


Peace,
Firacub.

4:00 AM  
Blogger Jim said...

Fira,
i can paint a word pic of the de vile
she is sad like the mona lisa wid a mysterious smile

she wants to remain a mystery
i found her on chat under the nic jeremy_chick

i was julia then
she fell for it

she told me a lotta girl stuff about her life and loves

i too told her a lotta confidential stuff

so i cant tell wat she told
if i do she gonna tell about me

i can tell the good stuff though
she is not wat she portrays

she is a sensitive soul dat wants to make ppl happy

if u cry she will kiss away the tears

dats why ASHES cries a lott

8:50 AM  
Blogger De.vile said...

vikas: Sure thing. Dont chat a lot tho if you want you could mail me. wud like that

ashes: Is shocking? well kinda dumb, not shocking anyways.

Saby: Nice try.

9:55 AM  
Blogger Ashes said...

saby--*spits*

6:34 PM  
Blogger DLAK said...

Teenage angst. Its new again and always old. The monkey searchs for something that never existed, its soul. De'vile you cannot be what you want until you finnish what you started. No true love until your broken hearted.

5:03 AM  
Blogger Keshi said...

very thought-provoking post Chikka...u got the gift of weaving words into magical experiences that people might never know the value of unless they read you...excellent stuff!

Keshi.

6:52 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

lol saby!!!!

11:14 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I wonder wat this blogworld would be without saby!

11:19 AM  
Blogger De.vile said...

dlak: I KNEW damnit! I think I grow past it but I am still so there.

William Bunkton: The escape artist bows.

Saby: I told you to stop that. You didnt.

11:47 AM  
Blogger Jim said...

heyyyyyy !
wat happened to my post ??

12:37 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Tell me not in mournful wish wash
Life’s a sort of sugared dish wash!

5:40 PM  
Blogger {illyria} said...

vespertine is by bjork.

6:58 AM  
Blogger --pearl-- said...

I saw her alright, in a unclean, green park, waving to the passing afternoon, who was lifting her skirt to reveal her dark underneath
n also d
On the dick of her average lover? line...

love thoz lines...gr8 post ~!

10:21 AM  
Blogger Jim said...

I saw her alright, in a unclean, green park, waving to the passing afternoon, who was lifting her skirt to reveal her dark underneath
n also d
On the dick of her average lover? line...

love thoz lines...gr8 post ~!

9:21 PM

PEARL loved the hott parts
she dont care a damn for the central theme

2:20 PM  
Blogger messys musings said...

nice post de vile...i wonder how many women i meet everyday r like her????

8:35 PM  
Blogger Jim said...

i just logged in here to track ashes
am gonna crucify him

i want him to feel real pain
then he will rite real poetry

8:54 PM  
Blogger Rex Venom said...

Any new thoughts soon?

11:40 PM  
Blogger De.vile said...

@William Bunkton: Soon as I find out whos Rhea Pearlman

12:34 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

heyyy de vile wooman,
let go of my deek


i dont love u no more

-Ashes

12:42 PM  

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