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Dreamer (335 hits)

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Rating: 0.25 on 4 reviews (Rate this item) (V)

Submitted by <DifferentTrains> (View user info) at 2005-03-26 09:47:17 EST

Here I am, see? Heel-and-toe racing through dark, smoldering, breathing corridors.
Here I am, see? Turning, asthmatic, searching for the interstice that will bring me home.
My vision has begun to fog, things are becoming hazy...
And then at once, everything makes sense.
The arrow of my self-completion is labeled clearly on the ash-soaked walls.
Printed in black, it coaxes. I heed its call.

Now there is naught, nonbeing. The air rushes past. I am falling.
I slap pockets of cold air high five, and all I can see is black, and white.
White seas... white clouds... black skies. Everything lacking color.
Everything drained of activity, responsiveness, sensation.
I open my mouth to scream at the inevitable gaping typhoon...
but nothing comes out. Not a whisper.
Not an inkling of sound to let me know I'm still animate, operative, mortal.

As if on cue, the inevitable It consumes, and ends the flying reverie that once was.
Only now it isn't water. Now it isn't so comforting.
Swirling, pounding, pulsating.
It dexterously brings an end to what little oxygen thrived.
And then it pushes harder. Into my ears, my eyes, my mouth.
No more whispers, but rather screams of foulness and corruption.
All I see is black, but all I can sense is blood. Rushing, flowing, swarming.
And just as I acquaint myself with it...

The taste still lingers. The smell still persists.
The only thing missing is the familiarity.
Everything is still black.
The rhythm of time still ekes out a respective, muffled tone.
In the dark, seductive coolness of night.
Only here do things become clearer.
Here I am, see?

User Reviews

Submitted by Davros (user info) at 2005-03-26 12:39:56 EST (#)
Ranking: 1

Not too shabby.

-Dave

Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2005-03-26 11:53:19 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

Roses are red
violets are blue
some poems rhyme
and some fuckin don't

Oh!

I kid. I like this.

Submitted by TheSunGod (user info) at 2005-03-26 10:42:39 EST (#)
Ranking: 0

i had a fart once that made me feel like that- screaming at the inevitable typhoon, the sky is black, removing all the oxygen... good stuff. it was a hamburger, cooked rare, with mushroom and bacon and bleu cheese that caused it.

Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2005-03-26 10:35:02 EST (#)
Ranking: -2

Nothing but a dreamer.
But can you put your hands in your head, oh no?