villanelle 2

1# Love is there is you want it to be
2 You just have to see that its wrapped in your beauty and your will
3* Just dance inside me
4 And let it be
5 Let the time be all frozen and still
6# Love is there is you want it to be
7 My heart that dances, and everything so free
8 Heart hidden away between the seconds of your life with will
9* Just dance inside me
10 The pain that hurts like I’ve been stung by a bee
11 And broken pieces that makes you ill
12# Love is there is you want it to be
13 When your heart dive into those big blue sea
14 And night where I get haunted by those ice cold thrills
15* Just dance inside me
16 To close my key
17 You are my pill
18# Love is there is you want it to be
19* Just dance inside me

Villanelle

1# My tainted heart, my tainted heart
2 And the cigarette burns on my tights
3* You color my heart like a incomplete piece of art
4 But you’ve always made me feel apart
5 The lights so dim, like all my usual nights
6# My tainted heart, my tainted heart
7 When did this all start
8 Exchange of words as our hands touch, like how you become one of my knights
9* You color my heart like a incomplete piece of art
10 My heart sinks, like its been left apart
11 But I hear those voices in my nights
12# My tainted heart, my tainted heart
13 My love grows every time you complete my art, my heart all dipped like a complete art
14 The bitter taste of coffee, and those lips that bites
15* You color my heart like a incomplete piece of art
16 Let the canvas be my heart
17 Don’t leave me like a broken pen that never writes
18# My tainted heart, my tainted heart
19* You color my heart like a incomplete piece of art

sonnet

The night is dim
When the moon shines
There nothing left on the sidewalk, except for lines
There I see him, I stare at him
So tall and slim
I could almost see his spines
He turns around and gives me signs
I look down on his limb

And ask him why?
You said goodbye
He turned around
And hid his face
With a frown
And left the place, without a trace

remote.

Half past 12, I was already late for my class. Running up the usual stairs, squeezing myself through the hall way that is always flooded with a bunch of students crowed outside. I turned around and saw my crush, this girl i have been keeping my eyes on for a year. I've been in couple of classes with her but just never had the guts to start a conversation, and the next moment "bham" I knock myself onto a random guys back.
He stared at me for awhile, while I said an apology. Right when I was about to dash off into my lecture hall, he grabs the back of my worn out t-shit, and says "kid, you've bumped into the wrong person".
Slams me down onto the floor, and rips out my wallet from my back pocket. With shame and embarrassment, I felt so stupid in front of the girl I liked. Just right when he was about to take my money out, this random skinny kid, comes towards us. Pretending to grab one of the professor’s attention in the hallway, the bully, slams my wallet back on the floor, and yells "assholes you better watch out", and runs off.

I clear my self up, as this skinny boy walks towards me. Hey are you ok? he asks. That was sure one immature guy around here.
Oh by the way I'm Drew. I just transfered into this school and am new in town. Nice to meet you yea? What's your name?

"oh right, I'm Mike" Thanks for all that by the way, I sure do owe you something. Drew asks, so what class are you off to? You seemed to be quite in a rush. Oh right yea, I'm fucking late for my American lit lecture, I'm actually gonna head off now yea? It was great getting to meet you and all.
"oh don't worry says Drew", Im taking that course as well, lets head there together, I have something to ask you after class.

After 2 hours of boredom in class, Drew asks if I could be his friend since he does not anyone in town yet.

I guess, why not? He did help me out a little bit earlier.
As we stand by the entrance of the school with our cigarettes in our hand, he looks up to me in the serious look, and takes out what seems to be some sort of a remote control.
Unexpectedly, he whispers in my ear, "its a bomb"
I give him a puzzle look. what? a what?
I ask.
He continues, I have a bomb inserted in my heart, I have dealt with many psychological issues and depression throughout my life, and i have tried committing suicide many times in the past. I have given myself a last chance, to come into this school for a fresh new start.
This remote control, will explode once it is pressed and it will also hurt anyone that is within 2 meter distance from me.
Now that I have met you, and it seems that I might be able to find happiness in life again, i want you to be in charge of this remote control for me just in case I end up pressing it myself when I feel depressed.
I trust you my life, and please do not tell anyone else as well.

I look into his eyes and I ask "what the fuck is this kid taking about?" "is he insane?"
I say to him, "is this some kind of joke your trying to fool me for?" dude kid I'm not an idiot.
Don't start shit with me like this.

Drew continues, "Mike I don't care whether you think I'm just bull-shitting to you, just keep the button for ok?
It won’t cause anyone any harm as long as it is kept safe with you.
He hands me this remote control, and runs off from me yelling. "I'll see you tomorrow at school".

I stand in middle of a school campus, with this random piece of remote that I have never seen in my life. Am I dreaming? or are these fools all trying to make fun of me?

Feeling so puzzled, and unsure of how much I’m suppose to take this, I wonder if there was a 1% chance of this remote being a control for some sort of bomb, that will be a real big problem.
Without a choice, I carefully place the remote control in his bag, and leave the school behind.

Later that night as I lye down on my bed looking at the white ceiling, I reach in my bag for the remote control.
I've been thinking about this remote control and Drew for hours.
Not only till I realize a label at the back of the control, printed "Link.D.Ltm".

Maybe I should just look up this company on the internet. I might be able to find something out about this control.
Feeling so hesitant to find the truth about this control, I quickly type those exact words onto the google search bar.
As I glare at the search result, theres a link to a website, which seems to be the site of the company. I click on the link, and there it pops up a page, with a well designed webpage.
"Welcome" as the website greets, along with some futurist techno music.
I look at the column that says about "our company", I click on the bar there it pops up a mini video along with the explanation of the products they produce and what it does.
The women in the video, talks about how this company is creating new technology for a better innovation for our society, and to make our lives a better place. In the end the women in the video holds up a remote control, which looks exactly like the one, I'm holding onto. She claims that there are many ways to make a use of this handy bomb control such as killing pests or rats, destroying of small objects, and also an easier way to commit suicide.
Being surprised than ever, how could such thing exist in our universe. Isn't it illegal?
Before I even have the chance to take in all this information, the video ends.
I sit there for a while wondering if I have just got myself into something so wrong. I place the remote carefully in the drawer, and try to get it off my mind for the moment.

The next day, on my way to school, I bumped into Drew. I tell him this is too much of a responsibility for me to keep the remote control." I think you should hand it to someone else, or get rid of this remote itself."
Drew replies, "I trust you dude, just keep it for me hidden, and its all good."
As we get to school i see that beautiful girl standing at the entrance. Drew looking into my face he asks, you like her? as i reply, nah I dont even know her but you know, I've just been checking her out for awhile.
Then all of the sudden Drew walks up to her, and asks "Want to grab some coffee with us later?", "By the way I'm Drew and this is my friend Mike", The girl looking a bit surprised "she replies, sure, why not?" "I'm Sara, nice to meet you boys"

Later that day they all meet up at the coffee shop as they planned earlier.
It was quite of a dream, how I was sitting in front of this beautiful girl, just talking about everything and anything.
And there I see the bully that I bumped into a few days ago walking into the coffee shop. I hind my face behind the menu, hoping he would just make his order and leave.
But the next moment, I see him standing right behind, with a huge glass of chocolate smoothie. Pours right on top of my head.
I feel my t-shirt, soaking in its color, cold, and wet.
I scream, "what the hell was that for?" "quite it with all this immature game yea?".

The bully just gave me a look and walked out the door. With humiliation, I tell Drew and Sara I needed to leave - without looking at her face, and ran out of the coffee shop as fast as i could.
I wanted to do something with this anger. I couldn't take all this bullshit, especially not in front of all those people and Sara.
Lying down on my bed thinking I wish that bomb was inserted inside the bully instead of Drew. I would have probably pressed the button by now.....
Also the urge of not wanting to be in charge of this damn remote anymore, I shove it in my bag, to give it back to Drew tomorrow.

The next day in lecture I sit there with the frustration that haven't been faded since yesterday, thinking of what I could do about that bully. Drew as usual, just sitting right beside me, taking notes on his laptop.
To break the silence, the bully screams at the professor in middle of the class. He yells "Mike stole my papers", I saw him stealing it out of my bag earlier".
The class goes completely silent. The professor asks me, is that true young man?
I look around. What are you talking?
"Check his bag" yelled the bully.
"Sure check it", I laugh in confusion. and throw him my bag. I had no idea what was going on, have this bully gone insane?
And the next moment, he pulls out a stack of paper that I've never seen in my life, and hands it down to the professor.
My mind going completely blank, the professor goes, "I need to have a word with you, and please go to the general office."
Is this some kind of joke?
No words came out of my mouth. "How did it even get in my bag?"

After the class as I have a talk with the professor and the office, they made this case much more of a bigger deal than what I have expected. They did not fail me from this class, but they have given me a 'F' for this up coming assignment, when I had already completed my papers, and it was ready to be printed out in my lap top.
I was just so lost with all this. I couldn't even say anything back to them. Thinking back of how those random papers got into my bag, I went to find Drew.

There I see him, talking with that bully outside by the stairs at the entrance of the school.
I didn't know what was going on? Before I even said a word, Drew goes sorry dude, I was the one that helped him out get the papers in your bag. He said if I didn't he would have killed me.

I felt blank. I've never felt so betrayed in my life.
I felt the rush in my head.
I rip out the remote out of my bag and without a doubt, I click the remote control.
......................

Nothing happened.

"15 days 15 hours 26 seconds"
Says Drew, and the bully marking it down on a paper.
You've made the record, "congratulation"

Huh?

We are the research team from MIT. Recently for the past 8 years with use of internet, there has been a massive mistake of young people easily believing everything that is written online websites.
You were the chosen one out of a random pick out of this school to be part of the research,

I couldn't hear a single word that was coming out of them. I felt he adrenalin rush.

The next moment,
I pushed the bully down the stairs.

"Recently, there has been an increase of murders caused by teenagers and young 20s. These young people killing innocent people without a reason. Yesterday there was a case that happened at XXX university, a random student from the school pushing a researcher from MIT down the stairs without any reason. This is case is yet to be solved, but hopefully cases like this will decrease in a matter of time, with a better support from schools, parents, and the society itself. Brought to you BBC news".

I've decided to change my short story

Story:
Ordinary 20 years old university student Mike
- on an ordinary day, Mike gets bullied by a random student who he bumps into through the hall way, a random boy Drew comes by and saves Mike for the moment
- Drew is a new student who is new in town, and begs Mike to be his new best friend with an exchange of saving him, he also gives him this random remote control
Drew claims, he has a bomb inserted in his heart, he had been going through many depressions, and he has tried to commit suicide many times
He says coming to this new school was to give himself a new start a chance and if it does not work out, he wants to really end his life.
- He tells Mike, since you are my best friend i trust you to keep this safe, so I will not press the button on the remote myself when I am depressed
the bomb has a power of killing anyone that stands within 1 meter away from me, so I do not want to involve anyone around me to get hurt

-Mike not taking this whole story serious, he takes the remote control home for Drew, and decides to keep it

-later he looks up on a website, of the brand of the remote control and finds out the what Drew has been talking about is pretty much true

- What should Mike do now with the power he has over this remote, would he betray his friend or keep tis remote safe for ever?

- But the secret about this remote is, it was all just a research for young people and how much they trust the information on the internet.
Would Mike be able to take in all this? How far does he cross the line?

Draft.

Man A: He flicks his cigarettes on the floor, "F**king asshole" as he yells through his blackberry, snapping his phone off he shoves it back down in his just taylor made Prada suite. His driver was late to pick him up from this country club, where he has been playing golf with his client for the past 2 days. As luxurious as it sounds, he was only there to seal a deal, and the next meeting which he was suppose to make it within 3 hours, was much more important than, anything else for him at this moment. The phone rings again from his driver saying that his Mercedes has just broken down, and that it would be impossible to come pick him out within time, suggesting him to take the bus for now.

This so called 5 star V.I.P country club located in the most suburban area in the city, no taxies will ever pass by since no one comes by here except for it in their private cars or helicopters, but also a bus that is used for the workers who work at the Country club. Calling a taxi could work, but would probably take more than 30 min to reach this place from the city. Being pissed more than ever, he stands by the bus stop, where the time schedule says he needs to wait for another 15 min, for the next bus to arrive. 29 degrees heat outside, in his damn suite, he walks over to a coffee shops he spots near by. As old as it looks, thinking he has never seen such trashy old coffee shop around here, he opens the half broken wooden door, with a little bell at the top of the door with the ringing sound echoing throughout the store. An old gray haired man in his 80s pops up from behind the counter, "one black coffee please" as the man makes his order to an old man. Without a word, he passes him a cup of coffee.

As he decides to sit down within minuets, another man around his 40s comes through walking into the door. Makes an order of coffee, and sits down in front of the Man A.
The sky is a strange colour; I'd forgotten what it's called says this sudden random man sitting in front of him. He's in a worn black sweater, due to too many tumbles in the laundry, now faded a dark grey? That strange diluted orange mold is right before it's a nasty green.

Here no one sleeps, one lays up while the other lies down
Looking up all in white, gives no sound, but just frowns


Ask the line on your face what the line on your hand meant
and all the endless hours you've spent
thrown in the darkness where you drown
but was it worth more then a cent?

Now that the damage is done
I never miss it at all