Falcon2001 Posted July 24, 2002 Report Posted July 24, 2002 Sometimes it just feels like I should curl up and fall down, into the small dark space where I know I can be safe. It feels so strange when it calls to me, like a lover from the bed, calling sweetly and softly with a hint of passion. If I come to her, she can show me worlds of gentle safety and guarded life. But that's not truth. Truth is a blinding white light that burns like acid through your veins. Truth doesn't build, or create life, Truth destroys and breaks down, rendering us pale and wet and naked, fresh from the womb that is reality. Truth hurts like no other pain can, and when it hits, you're left staggering for air and gasping like a fish out of water. Truth smashes through our lives like a giant golem of destruction, ruining all we hold dear. People claim to like truth, but nobody does. Truth is not your friend, it is not a thing that can tamed or bought. Truth will hurt you and leave you feeling worse than ever before. Some people claim to use truth, but nobody does. They use a version of Truth that is one-sided, and is corrupted and vile. It does not fix anything, for all they do with it is knock others down to make themselves feel important. But one day they will feel the white-hot burn of Truth, and they will shrivel under it's glare. The only people that can even begin to use a tiny bit of all the enormity that truth is, are the people that have been exposed to Truth's flaring pain. Those who realize exactly how futile their pitiful lives really are, those of us who realize how much slime they really are, how worthless they are. Those few pitiful mortals who realize that they're worth even less than their own defecation. Very few people ever shine Truth's harsh light on themselves and live to tell, but I can say that I have done so. I realize all this, and use Truth as a weapon against those who need it's cleansing light. It scours us all clean and new, but in the process rips off all of the lies. I am worthless, and in being so, become something that can be reckoned with. I am not afraid of truth, for I have seen it's shine. But I still crawl away to that small dark space sometimes. The space between the lines, where the written word no longer calls like the hunting horn, and the truth is far away and I can decieve myself into thinking that I'm happy. I pretend that I'm not worrying about why Courtney seems so glum, and that the fact that I've got two websites to upkeep isn't bugging me in the slightest. I can forget that I'm out of shape and unattractive, and that I'm probably going to be flipping burgers until I die, which will be fairly soon if I can get my @#%$ together enough to kill myself. I can crawl deep inside my own little world and forget about all my problems, and lie in despair's arms for eternity, in the Small Dark Space I call home. Cioden Darkeye Quill-Bearer - The Pen is Mightier than the Sword President of the Peredhil Fan Club Owner of the Reply Raven - Enemy to all those who never post responses Ashaman - WoT - Blitz II Council - The Hunters - Blitz II Leisure Officer - SFV Ultima - Beta
Wyvern Posted July 30, 2002 Report Posted July 30, 2002 Interesting... "A Small Dark Space" reads somewhat like a "slam poem" to me, a poem written with the specific intention of being able to recite it passionatly in front of an audience. I feel this piece could be recited with a wide variety of emotions, each of which would create a different impression on the listeners. Although I disagree with a number of the themes of this work (an entire different discussion there ;p), I thought you gave a clever depicition of the "truth". The one line I thought was irrelevant in this piece was the last line of the second to last paragraph, which I think doesn't really fit in. Try reciting this passionatly in front of an audience of some sort. The emotions which you recite it in will give it an entire seperate layer of meaning. [image]http://members.shaw.ca/kea/am/wyvy.jpg[/image] ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "My life is one big crime, I try to scheme through it." -Common, "The 6th Sense" Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze. Edited by: Wyvern00 at: 7/30/02 12:21:20 am
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