Catatonic Hallucinations

Hi no Seijin · September 07, 2006, 07:08:23 PM

Hey, if people don't come, they don't come. Don't take it personally; these people are missing out.

Just out of curiosity, have you ever written anything that was shorter than twenty lines?

darkphantomime · September 07, 2006, 07:20:24 PM

lol, I tried ONE poem that was 20 lines because of a limitation somewhere...

Might post that soon, heheheheh, is really good how the imagery works for me poems, don't you think?

alical · September 09, 2006, 10:34:00 AM

Very good, keep it up.

saria.. · September 24, 2006, 09:15:57 AM

nice. sometimes i feel like that too.

darkphantomime · October 11, 2006, 01:20:37 PM

Something struck me odd the other day
I was at school and I was thinking about my weird dreams So I thought I'd write something giving an insight to what it was...Heh

Memories of lost dreams 10-10-06

I

Heheheh it's another religion,
one where they heighten everything.
it takes from a lonely earth
Emotion and condition
But I'm the last man on the planet
And then there's a red space

I wake up
Everyone's there for once
I've been waiting eleven years
All alone
The last man
The last space
Then when it's night
A tornado strikes up and disappears
Goes around
That's where it's attempted
Then the red space comes
Filled with a blank view in the car

I come up again
Journey to a place of urban shock
Go into the walls
There are people there
And they all seem like they can barely notice me
Watch I'm floating
Moving and everywhere
Go there, and see the man of religion
Mercerism goes
Plug yourself
Plug your brain
Into an organ that contrives electricity into emotions
And try to tell me if you can see
Which man is man, and which are those that cannot feel?

I'll attempt it one more time
The jump between here and there
But it all ends up the same
They go up there
And to a robotic man
But everyone's dressed in black
In the stores across the marble pavement
Everyone's watching from the shop
Waiting for him to come
Eleven years and this
This isn't where I'm from
Because everyone is dead
I'm the last man here
And it's like an electric shock
When they put the metal rods against your head
And your mouth is closed
As if one's jaw were broken

They turn on the power
Like a factory made from assembly
Along the conveyer belts
And the shock of it, the juice making your mouth and eyes twitch
It goes like this for an extended time
Until I wake up again,

II

Here in the desert
Where canyons stretch everywhere
There are certain places
Along the tracks and road
Passing over each other
Until the elevation
Starts to close
And they go off in a cave
Filled with a poison
Off near a station
Where the deserted tracks meet
They fight, one by one
And it all comes down
Until the lady
Golden skin with red hair
Makes a certain thing with the others
Two men with two guns
And the other man facing her
He goes in combat as they face off

The man goes
Into the cave where it's deserted
The gas is flooded
Filled with poison of an unseen color
And it floats
Telling him to drink from the other source

They take their swords
One for him, two for her
And battle in a martial way
But the choreography
It moves silent and beautiful
Then the lady takes upon the other two
And he's waiting for another thing
Seeing two pistols both pointed at her
Moves his sword
Dodging the blow and blocking the first
But the girl with red hair and golden skin
Is turned by the shoulder
And the man with the sword
Fears because he knows
It's all a shot of death.

III

They lay by the track, by the empty fields
Of what was wasteland
And they move
As if all the shadow in the world
Covering a moon with two suns
And it all disappears
As the man they thought as a brother
Walks by
And they go
Because everyone else
When night comes and the cars come
They shout to another
And recognize
No one's there,
Even if the boy with his loneliness
Sees his newfound brother
Disappear into the wastes
And a guitar lays playing
The chords of a thousand year land
To the tune of western wastelands
So very slowly stopping
Until the man fades out
From the two moons and the world with two suns
But no life,
Except for the one
Who waits for his forgotten brother
In the dark.

Heh, they are each from seperate dreams. And the thing about the second one... It was like they were fighting Nabooru... There are actually four, but the one with the sword feels lost when she dies... The one with the sword reminded me of Rurouni Kenshin... And it all feels strange, like i've been in these places before

Zelda Veteran · October 11, 2006, 05:10:09 PM

QuoteHeh, they are each from seperate dreams. And the thing about the second one... It was like they were fighting Nabooru... There are actually four, but the one with the sword feels lost when she dies...

this spoke to me for some crazy reason. I think im going to contact nabooru, if thats cool with you guys. The forums are weird without her. And i dont care how she feels about me. if im dead or, alive.

I feel guilty. Even though I know I shouldnt. But still. I cant help but wonder if she hurts because of it. There was a time where I truly wondered if she had feelings. But everyone has feelings. Im going to email her.
Even though she's tough, and im sure she can take it, I have powerful emotions, and i cant stand feeling like i hurt someone. She was my best friend here at TDC, and we had long convo's over PM's and then finally PM's. We were always the last ones awake at TDC along with a few others, and it was like our own little night party.

Again, i feel guilty for some reason, and this poem almost made me think of... think of... and kenshin... it resembled... I have to send a email now. You had a remarkable dream DPM, and it's opened my eyes to something new... thanks.

Sabatta · October 11, 2006, 05:16:36 PM

how this reminds me of this one dream i had, i faced againt ganonndorf with a golden mace, that ended when i ripped off his head with my bare heads.

but enough about that, thats pretty good poetry, not as touching as the ones before but pretty good