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Date Posted: 15:37:05 03/04/01 Sun
Three Oddities
Monday, 03-Jan-00 17:01:08
216.91.174.85 writes:
I call them oddities because.. they're not really poems, and they're not exactly short stories. And, they're a bit
warped. Hope you find them interesting.
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the hole in my head is leaking radiation onto
the street behind me, and people stop and stare
at each other as they pass as though they have
forgotten who they are and what they are doing
there. i have not too much farther to go, but
the ground is pulling very strongly on me and i
am very tired. when there is a crowd i move on to
another place so that noone will know that it was me
that made this cloud of confusion. when i find the
place that i am looking for i pause at the door
with my hand to the surface waiting for the okay.
but i realize that i really want to go home instead
so i turn around and walk back very quickly because
they are following me now, the people on the street,
trying to ask if i know who they are supposed to be.
my identity crisis is contageous.
Everything was going just fine until the aliens showed up.
They were remarkably polite about the whole thing, really.
When their monstrous ship blocked the sun for a day and a
half, and Earth's leaders had gathered together, they
transmitted a message for them, patched together from radio emissions,
which said: WE NEED TO TAKE YOUR MOON
The UN responded: You can't do that. It's our moon. We need it.
DO YOU HAVE PROOF OF OWNERSHIP?
"Well-"
IS IT CURRENTLY INHABITED?
"No, but. We left our flags on it, which clearly claims-"
THAT MEANS NOTHING YOU ONLY FOUND IT 50 YEARS AGO AND YOU
STILL HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING WITH IT IPAXXXLPQS NEEDS A POWER
STATION AND YOUR MOON IS PRECISELY THE RIGHT SIZE
"It orbits our planet! Clearly, that makes it ours."
GRAVITY IS IRRELEVANT IT CAN BE CONTROLLED.
"We need the moon! It controls our tides, our weather.."
YOU SHOULD HAVE TAKEN CONTROL OF THAT LONG AGO YOU HAVE
BEEN PROPERLY NOTIFIED
And with that, their monstrous ship towed the moon away.
It was very dark that night.
Blue Coat
There are people all around me, twittering and rustling
and whispering. I can't pick out a face in the cacophany,
it is a faceless mass, an inhuman ocean, a swarm. It
wants to swallow me. Fortunately I am wearing my blue
coat, and it will protect me. I am INSULATED against the evil.
I pull it around me and stare at it to remind myself that
I am safe, and try to shut out the buzzing noise that assaults
my ears. I would like to leave, but I have to sit here.I picture
myself trying to stand, and having my leg sink beneath me
in a twisted pile of sinews and muscle and bone, collapsing
me to the floor. I cannot leave. The buzzing is louder, and
it scrapes against my slender nerves. There is no escape.
I have to endure. If I sit here very still, I will be
safe. I am wearing my blue coat.
Shadow
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Three: Losing the Picture, City, I Alone
Wednesday, 12-Jan-00 21:19:17
216.91.174.114 writes:
"Losing the Picture"
My eyesight blurs
in a kaleidoscope of quarterings
fractions of vision
"Reception twisted by perception"
My timeline unwinds
into redundancy
looping endlessly
"I'm trapped in a motionless moment"
When the storm comes
I'll be swimming in the rain
holding up my lightning rod
"I need a change"
He watches over a city of candles
Slowly flickering out
As the night rambles on
Sound cuts off gradually
As night meets morning
And citizens find their rest
Other scenes, lives, play out and sleep on
In the turbulent towers
Their shadows cast on the nighthawks below
And he stands at the window,
A guardian of darkness
Waiting for sun to split the evening.
"I Alone"
I alone in a sea of faces
Silent in a symphony of voices
A stranger still to friendly places
Left with a limitless list of choices.
I alone, a solemn secluded mind
Untouched, untampered, unwanted, unwon
I the lost, the left behind
A vein untapped, a song unsung.
A seeker, striving for a home.
I alone.
Shadow
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Two more oddities
Tuesday, 08-Feb-00 18:33:27
216.158.25.4 writes:
Do you wake when you dream? I do.
I'll be in the thick of it, swimming, and suddenly have a jar of rememberance and realization. Enough to shake me, but
not to bring me out of it. I stay within. I dream completely.
Do you hear music in your dreams?
Is it another's voice, or is it yours?
I could end a nightmare before the killing blow, reverse its course or leave altogether. I could see anyone I wanted,
be anywhere. I could fly, although the effort would often wake me. It has to be something easy. If you try too hard,
you leave.
Have you ever forgotten what was dream
and what was reality?
Sometimes I'll wake from that world, confused with memories, not sure which happened and which were
self-fabricated. Sometimes I want to go back. Instead of facing the real world, where I can't revise the story as I like
it.
Did Sleeping Beauty dream of princes?
Did she really live happily ever after?
Or was she happier before, in her magical sleep?
I'm losing the ability to dream lucidly, as they call it. The tide of sleep rushes me along, without any power to affect or
alter it. It's an illusion you lose as you grow up, perhaps. That you can change the landscape before you, as an artist
shapes the easel. I don't remember my dreams anymore. I crawl into bed exhausted, unwilling, finally caving in to
dreamless slumber.
Do you dream?
Is it your fantasy that waits behind your eyes?
Or someone else's?
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hello how are you?
i am just fine and yourself?
i am fine as well, thanks for asking.
don't mention it now what will i be doing this fine evening?
perhaps i will stay here and talk to myself.
isn't that a little weird?
no, not a bit weird, not weird at all.
well that's good to hear. why don't i pretend that you are my handsome boyfriend, and you think that i am wonderful.
you are wonderful.
thanks very much, you are pretty wonderful as well.
i am, aren't i? i must be wonderful to deserve a girl like you.
isn't that just a little egotistical? strike that..
xxxx oh, i'm not nearly as wonderful as you.
don't be silly, you are the most amazing, perfect man i've ever met.
don't talk, just kiss me.
*kisskisskisskisskisskisskisskisskisskiss*
enough of that now we are walking through the store, and you are still telling me how wonderful i am.
you are wonderful.
thank you.
oh look, aren't those some friends of yours?
yes they are. let's go over to them, and you can tell them how wonderful i am.
hello there, i am her wonderful, perfect boyfriend.
yes he is.
you have no idea how lucky you are to know her. she is perfect and wonderful.
isn't he great? i know that you are all jealous.
perhaps later we can all get together and talk about how wonderful she is.
all right, we'll stop that now.
am i still your wonderful boyfriend?
no, you are just me.
oh, that is too bad.
yes it is but I can't sit here and talk to myself forever can i?
of course you can.
oh. good.
Shadow
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My Best Impression of My Best Emily Dickenson..
Sunday, 26-Mar-00 17:58:09
216.158.25.4 writes:
sing the subject to the tune of the song.. "I've never seen a light move/ like yours can do to me/ so now I'm wishing/
for my best impression/ of my best Angie Dickenson".. been singing that since I wrote this last night.. ;)
The first verse was accidental, second is pretty much on purpose.
I do not know of Love;
She is no friend of mine.
But I have met with Heartache,
and drank Rejection's wine.
So falters then, my fumbling pen,
to write with this defeat.
What prose to try, describes what I
could never fully meet?
Shadow
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