The Beating Heart

Here we have the original short story I wrote upon which I based the script of my story in the play "Threesome" in DLSC.

The Beating Heart

It all happened so fast. One minute he was walking down the street looking for a coffee shop, then the next he was clutching his heart in pain. Only, it was not there! He felt no beat, but was certain that he was still alive. Ian McKenzie lost his heart.
“Not again,” said Ian, clutching the spot where his heart used to be. He sat down the curb and tried to think. He had it when he left his apartment, when he rode the bus, and up until a few moments ago, he was sure he had it.
“Well, best not to think about it right now,” he said to himself. “I just hope it won’t turn up in the trash like last time,” he added wistfully. With that, he stood up and went to school as usual, humming a song that only he knows, for a girl he can’t even remember.
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It all happened so fast. One minute she was walking down the street looking for a coffee shop, then the next she was clutching a heart in her hand. She only noticed when she turned around the corner. Violet Anderson just stole someone’s heart.
“Oh,” she said, surprised at the beating thing in her hand. “This hasn’t happened in a while. I wonder whose heart this is.” Shrugging, she slipped the heart in her handbag.
“People come looking for their hearts everyday. I’m sure he’ll find his way to me. Until then, I guess I’ll keep this safe for him.” With that, she hailed a taxi and went home.
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Ian spent the morning in class restless and distracted. He barely heard a word his professor said. But then again, he never actually listened. It was all too boring really. Plus, when someone steals your heart, you won’t be able to focus on anything. He knows this fact cold.
“Really now, I should know better,” he said to Nobody. “This has happened twice already and it never goes well for me.”
“Don’t be so pessimistic. Take the chance. Find your heart’s desire,” answered Nobody. “What’s the worst that could happen?”
Ian tossed his head back and let out a sigh. “The last time, I found my heart in a dumpster behind a 7-11. I don’t need to find it in a blender to learn my lesson,” he answered. Then he added, “What do you mean my heart’s desire?”
“Think about it,” pressed Nobody, “You want something more from this life aside from all the pain you hold deep inside you. It’s your desire to find someone new. Your heart just, well, it decided to find it for you.”
“Really now, this is all so stupid. But I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to try.”
“That’s the spirit…”
With that he leaned his head against the window and gazed at the view, wondering where his heart is, while all the time, his seatmate looks at him with a puzzled expression in his face, and mutters. “Whew, Ian is still talking to himself. Honestly, he should get help.”

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Violet spent the morning painting in her balcony. In it, she paints a hilltop bathed in a golden sunset, with birds flying overhead, a boy she doesn’t know staring from the canvas at her, with his hand stretched out, as if pleading to have something back. She took no notice of this.
She slept the whole day after that and woke up around six in the evening to get ready for work. She bathed, then cooked cordon bleu for her dinner. She was about to take her first bite when she heard her doorbell ring.
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Ian stood outside the door wondering if this was the right place. Somehow, he was confident it was. It was his heart; Calling for him to come, to answer its call.
The moments it took for the door to open seemed like an eternity for him. It was all too much, so fast, and he wasn’t ready. He never was.
“Hello there,” said a voice and he snapped out of his thoughts.
Ian stood face to face with Violet. They stared at each other for a while, not saying anything, only looking at each other’s eyes, lost in the deep blackness of them.
Finally, Ian spoke. “Have you my heart?”
Violet felt something hurt deep inside her and answered, “Have you mine?”
Ian felt something beat inside his chest. “Yes, I suppose its right here,” he said, his hand touching his chest.
Violet smiled, “Then keep it. I’ll take yours for now. Take care of it, will you?”
“Of course. Shall I see you in the morning?”
“I suppose you shall,” answered Violet, who closed, the door, humming a song that only two people know, for a boy who holds her heart like she holds his.

The Venus Sestina

I found this sestina i wrote so long ago that i forgot when exactly was it. Anyway, i just thought to put it here.

The Venus Sestina

It’s been so long since I’ve seen you smile
My muse, my Venus, my giver of hope.
Since then I’ve never even tried to cry,
Because one glimpse of you is comfort true,
Believe me when I say there is still love –
In me for you and it will never die

Without your presence I will surely die.
Don’t say it’s a lie but believe it’s true
If you are gone then I will surely smile,
And rock myself to sleep and cry.
For it is gone forever, broken hope –
Dashed to stone and stamped by you, my dear love.

Remember when we first met, my silly love?
You turn your back and a hundred men cry –
Like the dogs they are while I sit and die –
Wishing you’ll bless me with a golden smile.
A glance from you will kill me surely true,
And leave me staring at the stars in hope.

But there is nothing to be gained in hope,
Only the chance to gain your fickle love.
And I’m saying this right now ‘cause it’s true.
If you get hurt then by my hand they’ll die.
And their old mothers will sink down and smile –
In despair and loss while I watch and cry.

Oh! I know the gods wait and watch and cry,
While I struggle to live and never die.
Believe the proof of my devotion, love,
And know that I will never give up hope
Even though I break down and sadly smile,
Know my feelings are never false but true.

One day I will show you that my heart is true.
And then you’ll kiss me and then you will smile.
We’ll be happy together, I’ll never hope –
That we’ll be apart again, my dear love.
Even though someday I will surely die,
I hope that you will never try to cry.

Finally I laugh and give you my love,
And memories and forgotten hope
That you’ll like me but now it’s time to die.

A little bit of nothing

For every little thing that could happen in your life, one must pause and reflect if everything is falling in accordance to your grand design. If everything is going perfectly, then something is in fact terribly wrong. No matter how great, no matter how perfect everything might be, there is always that one flaw that escapes our sight, that which makes us aware that nothing is ever really complete and we are all so lost and so innocent despite our greatest efforts to unshackle ourselves.

"A moment is fleeting, if you choose to ignore it, then you can't help but wonder what would have been if you grabbed it with your own two hands" -myself