Why did I write this? Well, as I recall we were going over sonnets in an old creative writing class and were told to make them slightly romantic. The most romance going on in my life was the fact that I had watched Death Note, and fallen in love with the detective L. So....I took the only "love" I felt in my life and wrote this. A "love" poem for a fictional character.
Detective L
The great bard begged it best,
"What is your substance? Whereof are you made?"
Across static thine obsidian eyes fill me with zest.
And I - captivated in the ragged flow of hair the midnight shade.
Bathed in a pale light, I laugh. Your posture defied word.
Yet I witness your mind analyze faster than belief.
From you flows a voice, colder and more calculated, as any heard.
From your bitterness, only the sugar balanced in thine hand, shall give relief.
Each glorious imperfection is made to show-
Why can such flaws exist, and all the same my heart leaps?
Those eyes are empty cells of animation, held forever low.
Yet in them justice never sleeps.
"What are you?" my mind does scream.
"Do you live? Are you anything more than movement across a screen?"
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Saturday, November 19, 2011
Friday, November 4, 2011
The Outside
**The assignment was to create a short narrative based on a dream. Here is what I came up with."
The Outside
The outside world ended two days ago, but I will never again know anything outside of these riveted, steel doors. When the world ends, power must fail. When power fails prisons form in the most unlikely places. Still, the end of the world is no excuse to miss work. When the modern world exhaled its final dying gasp I found myself within the frozen dough freezer. I could have sworn that the exit was manually operated, but I swore incorrectly. The power failed, and so did my escape. No. I am not destined to freeze to death. Rather I will starve surrounded by fleshy masses of half thawed dough. I hear it again, a tiny clacking in the right corner of my steel prison. Skritch. Skritch. Skritch. The steady scratching times well with the drip, drip. drip of melting ice. They are my only companions, along with the fungal stench of rising bread. Skritch! Skritch! Drip! Drip! Skritch! I am not sure how long passes before the impatient skritch morphs into an angry scrape. Chunks of metal peel forward, and claws hook through the gap. Against Death, stainless steel walls prove quite weak. Fear builds, a raging inferno in my chest. Fur coated paws press through the breached wall, drooling maws and blazing gold eyes follow. A pack of wolves crawls through the wall and lurch for me, their immobilized prey. I finally shriek, run wildly and stumbled over boxes scattered haphazardly about. Suddenly I stop, an image flashes across my mind. I see photographs of pigs undergoing various stages of decay. Their bodies bloated with intestinal gases, and maggots...no...maggot masses swarmed their flesh. I am comforted. At least that wont be me...at least I wont have any intestines left to bloat me...at least I wont have any maggot masses. Rats can have the remains of me. Rats are much cutier than maggots...
Meaning: This was a very short dream for me, it happened in the span of about 20 minutes but it is packed with more sense than most of my dreams. The most obvious meaning in my eyes isn't even the haunting image of Death, but rather my fears and anxieties regarding work. I have worked in a bakery for five years and never truly loved the job. The wolves are symbols of debt, career and fear of failure rushing in to overwhelm me. I think of the decaying pig images because the series of images fascinates me and and haunts me. Death is a big factor in this dream, but I feel my decision to accept Death quietly is very potent. It's as though I would rather the wolves of debt and career failure overwhelm me than to put up a fight. It is a very defeated dream no matter how you look at it.
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The Outside
The outside world ended two days ago, but I will never again know anything outside of these riveted, steel doors. When the world ends, power must fail. When power fails prisons form in the most unlikely places. Still, the end of the world is no excuse to miss work. When the modern world exhaled its final dying gasp I found myself within the frozen dough freezer. I could have sworn that the exit was manually operated, but I swore incorrectly. The power failed, and so did my escape. No. I am not destined to freeze to death. Rather I will starve surrounded by fleshy masses of half thawed dough. I hear it again, a tiny clacking in the right corner of my steel prison. Skritch. Skritch. Skritch. The steady scratching times well with the drip, drip. drip of melting ice. They are my only companions, along with the fungal stench of rising bread. Skritch! Skritch! Drip! Drip! Skritch! I am not sure how long passes before the impatient skritch morphs into an angry scrape. Chunks of metal peel forward, and claws hook through the gap. Against Death, stainless steel walls prove quite weak. Fear builds, a raging inferno in my chest. Fur coated paws press through the breached wall, drooling maws and blazing gold eyes follow. A pack of wolves crawls through the wall and lurch for me, their immobilized prey. I finally shriek, run wildly and stumbled over boxes scattered haphazardly about. Suddenly I stop, an image flashes across my mind. I see photographs of pigs undergoing various stages of decay. Their bodies bloated with intestinal gases, and maggots...no...maggot masses swarmed their flesh. I am comforted. At least that wont be me...at least I wont have any intestines left to bloat me...at least I wont have any maggot masses. Rats can have the remains of me. Rats are much cutier than maggots...
Meaning: This was a very short dream for me, it happened in the span of about 20 minutes but it is packed with more sense than most of my dreams. The most obvious meaning in my eyes isn't even the haunting image of Death, but rather my fears and anxieties regarding work. I have worked in a bakery for five years and never truly loved the job. The wolves are symbols of debt, career and fear of failure rushing in to overwhelm me. I think of the decaying pig images because the series of images fascinates me and and haunts me. Death is a big factor in this dream, but I feel my decision to accept Death quietly is very potent. It's as though I would rather the wolves of debt and career failure overwhelm me than to put up a fight. It is a very defeated dream no matter how you look at it.
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Thursday, November 3, 2011
Between the Veil
Happy belated Halloween/Samhain all! (I had to try THREE differnet computers before Blogger let me post! SCHIESSE!)
On this day let us not forget the meaning of this holiday...I never put on a mask/costume without thinking of the meaning behind it. This year I decided to be Alice in Wonderland because I have been feeling as if I am resuming my own personal quest of discovery. It is a strange, twisted and whimsical path.
Don't forget that the reason we beg for sweets from door to door is to stave off the ghosts, the reminders of our own mortality. It was once believed that giving ghosts sweets or food on this day would keep them from haunting the living. I have not experienced the death of loved ones (that weren't a pet,) but there are still spirits that I connect with. Spirits that cannot exist in the world of living.
Don't forget that the reason we think of ghosts on this night is because it was once believed that the "veil" between the worlds is thinnest at this time of year. The world of the living and the world of the dead touch and crossover. I feel ghosts constantly at this time of year, I seem to be slightly empathic to ghosts...but I very rarely hear or see them. Rather I feel as if I have an internal ghost radar within my mind.
There is more to Halloween than just sweets, costumes and scary movies. I still celebrate each of these original reasons of its founding. Live it! Love it! Love it to death! :P
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On this day let us not forget the meaning of this holiday...I never put on a mask/costume without thinking of the meaning behind it. This year I decided to be Alice in Wonderland because I have been feeling as if I am resuming my own personal quest of discovery. It is a strange, twisted and whimsical path.
Don't forget that the reason we beg for sweets from door to door is to stave off the ghosts, the reminders of our own mortality. It was once believed that giving ghosts sweets or food on this day would keep them from haunting the living. I have not experienced the death of loved ones (that weren't a pet,) but there are still spirits that I connect with. Spirits that cannot exist in the world of living.
Don't forget that the reason we think of ghosts on this night is because it was once believed that the "veil" between the worlds is thinnest at this time of year. The world of the living and the world of the dead touch and crossover. I feel ghosts constantly at this time of year, I seem to be slightly empathic to ghosts...but I very rarely hear or see them. Rather I feel as if I have an internal ghost radar within my mind.
There is more to Halloween than just sweets, costumes and scary movies. I still celebrate each of these original reasons of its founding. Live it! Love it! Love it to death! :P
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