RED IS THE NEW BLACK

Avatarrandom rantings and rabid retorts of a socially-retarded, decidedly high-strung, renewed romantic

flux ex machina

Which do you pick?

The absolute irrevocability of confrontation, or the amorphous conviction of circumspection? The complete and exacting full stop, or the contemplative prolonged limbo?

Is it more masculine to own up to one's feelings, or to respect boundaries? Will it still be a gift when the receiver refuses its translation? Will transcending the lines validate the emotion, or will it only create the breach that seals its downfall?

Knowing that what you want, you can’t have makes the fruit more appealing. And equally disheartening. Because as you offer yourself on a silver platter, the gaze wanders in search of another. This is a losing battle, with a defeat only held at bay by your indecision. That your elixir will never fill the thirst, and your caress will fail to warm the blood. That your song is not the harmony being sought.

Some questions will never find answers. It is as perplexing as it is taboo to express. So we deny the indecision, prolonging our days to prevent action. That maybe destiny will present us with options more agreeable to our hopes. That time is a false ally alleviating our tired travesties.

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October 13, 2010 at 2:48 AM JC said...

Your writing is admirable. I adore this piece. It is like reading a story in rippling water, it stirs, it is there but never revealed to the eyes.

I write but never had any formal training in writing. Your works give me an impression of someone who took up formal education related to creative writing. hehe. I hope to learn from you.

I hope you would find time to follow my account http://stories-out-of-inkblots.blogspot.com/

October 13, 2010 at 11:07 AM ~Carrie~ said...

I was never a confrontational person. i tried confronting once but it made me shake a lot. Not good. I end up speculating and getting bothered by what could've been and could never be. Hay. Pero sobra ka naman when you say that time is a false ally. I still believe it heals all wounds.

October 13, 2010 at 12:21 PM red the mod said...

@Pepe Thanks Pepe, I feel unworthy of such a generous compliment. I'm afraid I am no more of a neophyte in writing as you are. I, too, lack formal training. But often, I realized, writing from the heart is far more important than syntax or construction. It is pure, unedited, unadulterated emotion bled into the page. Thanks for visiting. :)

@~Carrie~ Like you, I'm also non-confrontational. I would rather speculate and figure things out than confront another. This applies to a lot of things. I did not mean false in a negative sense. Time may be an ally, but it is a neutral and indifferent one, hence being a faux. Because whether one decides to act on certain things or not, time will continually progress. Time does afford us to heal, but only because we heal on our own time, not by any else'. Hope you are fine my friend.

October 15, 2010 at 5:29 PM RainDarwin said...

i'm pilyo - provoking to a certain level of degree. but if my opponent is as big as goliath, i would rather sit in one corner, (squeezing and cuddling my knees), and do some annoying actions.

bwahahahahaha.

October 15, 2010 at 6:01 PM red the mod said...

@PILYO Hahaha. Ako din. I might even be cowering and fidgeting right behind you. Peace-lover tayo men!

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