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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
Please note: This poem is not autobiographical. But writers, it should also be noted, do write what they know. As you open your eyes you are confronted with an invasion and you must come to terms. Replacing the comforting image of the faint ceiling of your room is a dark orb, a hovering head attatched to a slender body that trails down below the side of your bed, seemingly supported by some equally hideously pair of slender legs. He always invaded your privacy, reading your thoughts and prying about your distant family and distanced divorcee mother living out there somewhere on welfare. There's more of them. One stands at the end of your bed and another slowly enters the room. Your body lies frozen. Is it fear, or something else? You cannot move as the dark fingers inch across every crevice and surface and contour of your body, exploring you, learning the secrets of your kind. She's very good with emotion. She can get almost anything out of you by lapping her gentle waves against you enough until your steadfast shores erode just enough for the truth to come pouring forth into her. God knows where it goes after that. You would swear this wasn't real. You get up and the shadows of slender bodies weighted by enormous heads part for you as you move toward your lamp. Surely the light will extinguish this nightmarish fantasy and reveal the truth. You're facing away from them when you flick the switch. You turn around expecting your comforting room. Instead the huge balloon heads move into view. Those eyes impale you, black and staring, impenatrable, curious, frightening, invasive, alien. How's your mom? The money must be coming from somewhere. Boy we'd like to get our hands on some of it. It was a really awful thing she did, dragging you out there with her, away from your father so he could wallow in depression and crumble away. He just sat and stared blankly because you were. You were dragged away. You, of course, didn't want to go to the land they call Beautiful. You hated it all, were plunged there against your will, taken up and spit out in an alien land. The slender white bodies stand there, only two thirds your height but still imposing as a bully from hell. Those eyes stare into your soul. Just relax. I'm not going to hurt you. You forcefully close your eyes barring out the forms before you, and dash for your bed. Here you can return to sleep and be ignorant of the invasive terror above. They will stare down at your petrified form. They may even touch it. But you will only shake even more. You don't want this life. You don't want this probing and scrutinizing. As you fall to your bed your eyes flicker open to see some hideous foetus lying on it where you once did. Its face is deformed and filled with scars. It needs help. You close your eyes to it, panicking in terror and horror. You land flat on it, feeling the fluids issue from it as you crush it under your enormous weight. But it continues. You may have won this time through forced ignorance. But someday they will get it right. You feel your heart slowly beating itself into oblivion as you are paralyzed and the instruments are pressed into places you never thought possible. There's a crunch in your nose and a pressing on the corneas of your eyes as a thin metal probe moves into the interior of your eyeball. What does he see? Something enters your ear and you lose hearing. Still, you can feel them working on the timpanic membrane. It continues through the night and you wake up claiming that everything is alright. Someday you'll get out of here and you won't have to put up with the institution of family ever again. "If history is to change, let it change. If the world is to be destroyed, so be it. If my fate is to die, I must simply laugh" -- Magus [This message has been edited by fractal007 (09-13-2002 10:01 PM).] |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I needed to read this--and I thank you much m'friend. I need to understand too, how to make it better... And I would love to hear your views on this, if you prefer not to discuss it in an open forum. I don't want to be the demon of my children...but at the same time, maybe part of "cutting apron strings" is the rebellion and perhaps, when it comes to altering all love relationships, we conveniently manufacture injustices that are perhaps simple human foible...See what ya made me do? thinking here... GREAT POEM. And again, if you are uncomfortable answering here, feel free to e me...again, chuckle. Thanks for the read. I will be reading this again. (I tend to do that.) smile...nice to see you, in the dark...stick around? |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
Thanks for the response. I needed to get this off my chest. Well, it's both my imagination's tendency to get a little carried away in the dark and my various troubles I sometimes have with the divorce of my parents all those years ago that I needed to get off my chest. What types of questions would you like me to answer? I, myself, have not formulated a way of making things better after divorce. I prefer the way of the tank. Never worry about the pain of those who purposely get in your way. If your parents wanted to divorce it's not your problem if it hurts them when you make your own choices about where you want to live and what you want to do. Perhaps this is a rather militant and inconsiderate view. But perhaps not. Another perhaps, if this is turning into a major discussion on divorce[well even a minor one] we might like to create a post at Philosophy 101 or The Alley or some other discussion group. Are there family-oriented groups here? Perhaps a major discussion involving people from all angles on the problem of divorce[I myself am a child of divorce] including the points of view of the parents would be enlightening for all. I think I will be around here much more now. Thanks again for the response. "If history is to change, let it change. If the world is to be destroyed, so be it. If my fate is to die, I must simply laugh" |
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WhileIWasGone Member
since 2002-07-18
Posts 486 |
WOW....this is great....keep up the good work. I really enjoyed this. DeaDiAmore |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
F7, This was like a mix of Black Francis and ........ Someone who isn't known yet. Mike |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
Thankyou for the interesting reply. This piece is indeed a mix. I've placed two stories into the piece, and [hopefully] had them mix to make the point all the more intensely. The first storyline is that of an alien abduction, while the other is that of family angst and trauma resulting from divorce. The alien abduction is intended to portray a sense of darkness, disorientation, invasiveness, and denial[when the "abductee" turns on the light to get rid of the things that go bump in the night]. The snippets of family angst serve as the actual message and intent of the poem. Finally, the two stories are tied together ambiguously at the end, such that not only is the family angst a reality within the poem, but the abduction experience is also a plausable reality. Finally, I chose to include a forceful second person narrative to contribute to the invasive images and events of the poem. I thus[hopefully] force the reader into experiencing the events of the poem, invading his mind. "If history is to change, let it change. If the world is to be destroyed, so be it. If my fate is to die, I must simply laugh" |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Invasion succeeded, F7. Invasiveness that's *earned* through each word's tear. Mike |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
You have a beautifully honest way with your words!! I am SO surprised I didn't run across this one earlier! KEEP WRITING and venting and bidding time to question and answer. (I loved this outstanding bit!) take care you!! and? that fifth stanza was *amazing* Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... [This message has been edited by devina (09-17-2002 06:48 PM).] |
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