Here I am-
in my quiet place
resting, dreaming, thinking, singing,
discovering me.
Resting here-
in my quiet place
clearing away needless worries,
becoming free.
Dreaming here-
in my quiet place
filling my mind with fantasy,
the me I'd like to be.
Thinking here-
in my quiet place
thinking thoughts never before thought,
original to me.
Singing here-
in my quiet place
soaring above to mundane of life,
I open my mouth to speak but then close it again. I have nothing to say. How do I respond to whatever this guy is asking and saying? Maybe I will tell him the truth, which is that I don’t know who he is. But he probably knows that I do not know him or else he wouldn’t be spitting out such things trying to lie to me. I open my mouth again still not knowing what to say so my words surprised me as much as him.
How can you have an ending
before the beginning?
I am just taking
a slice of pepperoni pizza
out of the microwave
when Arkn appears
“Ready for adventure?”
he asks.
I set the pizza down
“Will it still be
warm when I get back?”
I tease.
“I haven’t spent
all this time
teaching you
so you could eat
cold pizza,”
he replies in kind.
We step through
the invisible wall
into the memory room
made of the past
~Here ya go. It's incomplete, unpolished, and probably confusing, but here ya go. Based on a dream I had a while back. See the movie Rigoletto for something similar but better. :)~
On the crest of the hill
It's official. The things that transpire in my dreams are the most creative and bizarre things I have ever come in contact with. I swear that no one has had experiences like mine. I know that some people dream that they can fly, or that they have super powers, or something un-graspable like that....but those things are at least semi-normal. Those are the things that we can day dream about during the day when we are conscious.
Note: This story/essay is based on a very vivid dream I had this summer. I added some elements to make it more like a story, but the majority of this is exactly what I saw in my dream. It was quite possibly one of the creepiest dreams I ever had, and even just reading this account that I wrote down afterwards makes me afraid somehow, and sad - even though I tried to avoid using emotional words, which fits the "robot" theme. It almost has a feel of those towns they built in the 50's to test nuclear bombs on - like in the new Indiana Jones.
Pure joy,
so good, so wonderful
just the memory makes my heart soar
I can still feel the wind
as cold as the snow
and the ice all around us
as it rushed through my hair
as I spun around, twirling,
my mind spinning, whirling
reveling in the new revelation
And the yellow light, spilling
from the windows and doors
and the darkness that glittered
with crystal stars up above
Just the sound of laughter,
and the sight of a smile
makes my soul lift even higher
Running, and spinning,