I wrote this a while back and never finished. Unfortunately, I don't know where I was going with it, but I see now that it's pretty cool.
Does this begin with an opening sequence?
This visual Life, is it mirrored for me?
That's your life, that I pretended was mine,
till I saw how it ended and I pulled on the breaks.
So here I am now.
Screaming, "Oh my lord, not me as well!"
Close the curtains, and close up the casket.
All I ever looked for was the lives of the others.
Never focusing on the destiny of my very own.
I skipped that bridge, when I saw another get burned
I drove across the United states when I saw the plane dive.
I found this one too...
Hello Bay area
Good bye seattle. You were a sweet lover
But I must return to my dear mother
Hello california, yes, i've missed you
I know you've always done what you do
And smile a sunshine that forgives
The darkest of rainstorm that ever lived
A presence consuming, I express you
In no sphere consuming, can I repress you
Give you my heart for the fifth time
I may someday reject you,
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Erm...
I haven't done this in a while. I have had things to write about, and have even made attempts to write about them on this, but for whatever reason, never finished the drafts. One particular draft is of a dream I had a couple weeks ago. It was epic in nature, and poetic in form. I'm finding it hard to write down what really went on in my head that night. It's was so beautiful, and vivid. Beautiful is an interesting adjective in respect to this dream I had; it was devastating. Buildings were destroyed, and people were hurt. But the way it all happened... was amazing..
I'm writing a story about all of this. It was from this dream I realized the need to make this all into a book, and I'm gonna write it, and it's gonna be awesome. It will be fun to read this and maybe someone will recognize this blog in a few years, and think, wow that was the grass roots for this novel.
Picture this: Imagine you are standing on the corner of a four-way stop. To your left, to your right, and all around are Apartment buildings and sky-scrapers. It is mid-afternoon and you are having a conversation a woman, who is only a spirit, but has physical form. This is what I saw in my dream.
I remember the mood was tense, but things did not seem chaotic. This woman I was with was talking to me about all of my accomplishments in the last years, and her influence in them. I had done everything like she said I should have done, and I was feeling great about it, all till I remembered that she had made me kill my grandfather, and that wasn't right to me.
So I told her that I couldn't follow her orders anymore, and that we were finished. Of course, she was angry with me and began to lay into me how what I was saying was nonsense and that I HAD to do what she said. But me being as stubborn as I naturally and shut her out of my head, and with that she told me that she was going to use me for my purpose, and gave me an example of her power.
It was at this point that she merely turned her gaze to the apartments beside us, and they began to crumble. The feeling was so vivid, that I could feel the earth shake beneath me, and the only thing that I could do was watch at the simplicity of destruction.
All now before me was rubble and smoke, and yet I was still jaded, and unmoved - both physically and mentally. I knew in my head and in my heart I could not show weakness, because this being had none of herself.
I began to walk away, and she changed her form into a cloud that seemed to follow me around, and she screamed in my ear that she would have me to do her will if it meant that she would destroy the whole world. I was needed for her plans.
I told her I was finished and I could not continue further, and she said simply, "I will destroy this world for you and I." and she disappeared. As I was left to only my thoughts now, I continued to walk past destroyed convenient stores, and fruit stands and I kept my thoughts empty only for the reason of trying to keep her out of them.
As I walked a woman came up to me holding a knife, in her right hand, and she walked at such a pace that I thought she was going to stab me. But she stood straight in front of me, and I looked into her eyes. They were blank and glassy, and I could see that inside her was the spirit of this woman that had destroyed everything.
She looked at me and smiled slightly, and then she whispered quietly, "You made me do this." She took the knife, and held it to her neck, and slid the blade across her skin. She let go of the knife and dropped to the ground clenching her neck, as blood began to now poor to the ground.
...Well kids, then I woke up.
Yep. I dreamt that. It's gonna be a book.
I haven't done this in a while. I have had things to write about, and have even made attempts to write about them on this, but for whatever reason, never finished the drafts. One particular draft is of a dream I had a couple weeks ago. It was epic in nature, and poetic in form. I'm finding it hard to write down what really went on in my head that night. It's was so beautiful, and vivid. Beautiful is an interesting adjective in respect to this dream I had; it was devastating. Buildings were destroyed, and people were hurt. But the way it all happened... was amazing..
I'm writing a story about all of this. It was from this dream I realized the need to make this all into a book, and I'm gonna write it, and it's gonna be awesome. It will be fun to read this and maybe someone will recognize this blog in a few years, and think, wow that was the grass roots for this novel.
Picture this: Imagine you are standing on the corner of a four-way stop. To your left, to your right, and all around are Apartment buildings and sky-scrapers. It is mid-afternoon and you are having a conversation a woman, who is only a spirit, but has physical form. This is what I saw in my dream.
I remember the mood was tense, but things did not seem chaotic. This woman I was with was talking to me about all of my accomplishments in the last years, and her influence in them. I had done everything like she said I should have done, and I was feeling great about it, all till I remembered that she had made me kill my grandfather, and that wasn't right to me.
So I told her that I couldn't follow her orders anymore, and that we were finished. Of course, she was angry with me and began to lay into me how what I was saying was nonsense and that I HAD to do what she said. But me being as stubborn as I naturally and shut her out of my head, and with that she told me that she was going to use me for my purpose, and gave me an example of her power.
It was at this point that she merely turned her gaze to the apartments beside us, and they began to crumble. The feeling was so vivid, that I could feel the earth shake beneath me, and the only thing that I could do was watch at the simplicity of destruction.
All now before me was rubble and smoke, and yet I was still jaded, and unmoved - both physically and mentally. I knew in my head and in my heart I could not show weakness, because this being had none of herself.
I began to walk away, and she changed her form into a cloud that seemed to follow me around, and she screamed in my ear that she would have me to do her will if it meant that she would destroy the whole world. I was needed for her plans.
I told her I was finished and I could not continue further, and she said simply, "I will destroy this world for you and I." and she disappeared. As I was left to only my thoughts now, I continued to walk past destroyed convenient stores, and fruit stands and I kept my thoughts empty only for the reason of trying to keep her out of them.
As I walked a woman came up to me holding a knife, in her right hand, and she walked at such a pace that I thought she was going to stab me. But she stood straight in front of me, and I looked into her eyes. They were blank and glassy, and I could see that inside her was the spirit of this woman that had destroyed everything.
She looked at me and smiled slightly, and then she whispered quietly, "You made me do this." She took the knife, and held it to her neck, and slid the blade across her skin. She let go of the knife and dropped to the ground clenching her neck, as blood began to now poor to the ground.
...Well kids, then I woke up.
Yep. I dreamt that. It's gonna be a book.
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