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Entry four and five: Don't Blink/ Roses are read |
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I closed my eyes.
Where do I go from here? All I see is... Black. It feels so far away, but so close... As if I was suffocating on it. I'm unable to tell the floor from the walls- or the walls from the ceiling- or if there even is a floor or any walls or a ceiling. I wander about this room... Or plain, of sorts. But I can't even tell if I'm going anywhere. I can't feel if there's a ground beneath me. I'm lost; it's just a black abyss around me. It's as if the end of the world came and went... And left me behind.
I hear voices. Razor blade, edge cutting into my mind screaming at me- and if you listen closley, you can hear them laughing. Am I going crazy?! Hello?? Can any of you damned voices tell me where I am? No. They just yell. Shout. Scream. Laugh. I put my hands over my ears and fall back to cradle myself-
But that's just it. I fall. What kind of hellish chasm have I put myself into? I don't know if I'm falling or not. There's no wind whipping past me. I can't even tell if I've landed- or if I'm just suspended in mid-air. Who knows?!
Ahahaha... I laugh at myself. ******** me, not even able to hear it... WHO?! Hahahahahahahahaha!!!... There isn't anyone here but me! Oh, the irony of it all. I can't even tell if I'm here. More so, is there even a here or there or anywhere?? I don't know. Maybe I never knew.
What if... All there ever was and ever will be is this? Or.. If, maybe.. All there never was and never will be is this? And if I'm here, what does that make me? Am I part of everything, or nothing? Is this heaven or hell- is the devil God or God the devil- are angels dæmons of vice versa- and am I one of them? Or are all of they part of I?
I open my eyes.
Light. Air. The world as we percieve it to be. I walk. And breathe. And laugh. And know. And look, but more than that I SEE.
And then, I close... my eyes- ~~~~~~~~~~ I find this piece (yes, I wrote it) very... philisophic, especially in that "What if" paragraph. Hmmm. I wonder what it would look like as a poem: ~~~~~ I closed my eyes.
Where do I go from here? All I see is... Black. It feels so far away, but so close... As if I was suffocating on it. I'm unable to tell the floor from the walls- or the walls from the ceiling- or if there even is a floor or any walls or a ceiling. I wander about this room... Or plain, of sorts. But I can't even tell if I'm going anywhere. I can't feel if there's a ground beneath me. I'm lost; it's just a black abyss around me. It's as if the end of the world came and went... And left me behind.
I hear voices. Razor blade, edge cutting into my mind screaming at me- and if you listen closley, you can hear them laughing. Am I going crazy?! Hello?? Can any of you damned voices tell me where I am? No. They just yell. Shout. Scream. Laugh. I put my hands over my ears and fall back to cradle myself-
But that's just it. I fall. What kind of hellish chasm have I put myself into? I don't know if I'm falling or not. There's no wind whipping past me. I can't even tell if I've landed- or if I'm just suspended in mid-air. Who knows?!
Ahahaha... I laugh at myself. ******** me, not even able to hear it... WHO?! Hahahahahahahahaha!!!... There isn't anyone here but me! Oh, the irony of it all. I can't even tell if I'm here. More so, is there even a here or there or anywhere?? I don't know. Maybe I never knew.
What if... All there ever was and ever will be is this? Or.. If, maybe.. All there never was and never will be is this? And if I'm here, what does that make me? Am I part of everything, or nothing? Is this heaven or hell- is the devil God or God the devil- are angels dæmons of vice versa- and am I one of them? Or are all of they part of I?
I open my eyes.
Light. Air. The world as we percieve it to be. I walk. And breathe. And laugh. And know. And look, but more than that I SEE.
And then, I close... my eyes- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I think that the poem form just emphasizes some of the phrases I used a lot better than in essay form... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thank you, Travis. You really helped the days go by. This is for you and all who I love:
Roses are read In books that are sad For the love of one such as you- It's irresistible. I don't need a cheesy line I don't need words at all Just I need love.
Violets are blue And so is jazz But I don't need some sad music Just to think of you I don't need flowers I don't need anything to look at at all Just I need something to see
This poem is silly- Why I write it? Because my mind is in a state of Paranoia, ecstasy, excitment, utter joy and happiness- I don't need fantasy I don't need anything to pretend about at all Just I need something to think about
But you aren't. You're different. You care And, for once, someone loves me I don't need sweet nothings whispered in my ear I don't need to hear anything at all Just I need you. ~~~~~~~~~~~
Exceedingly long entry. Guess I had more to say than I thought.
XxFragmented_RealityxX · Wed Jan 28, 2009 @ 03:51pm · 0 Comments |
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