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    dots Submission Name: A fading imprintdots

    Author: Urisen
    ASL Info:    25/M/Netherlands
    Elite Ratio:    4.95 - 27/34/32
    Words: 516
    Class/Type: Deep Thought/
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    dotsA fading imprintdots

    Rewind my life;
    watch all the speedy torments pass you by.
    Full reverse,
    donít stop at the odd poses,
    never look back,
    over that shoulder,
    but sit still
    and keep your finger pressed on the button.
    I can picture your face near the screen,
    watching the light play
    with the window
    into a life which isnít your own.

    There is no romance in electricity,
    it kills,
    youíre dead,
    a memory of white noise.
    Youíve been reduced to magnetic radiation,
    awaiting the captivating stare
    of someone out there.
    There is no reason,
    no wrong or right,
    there is only the tape you rewrite.

    Back and forth,
    fast forward,
    you can only see what has happened before.
    however, is the past,
    as it speeds you by,
    but to thwart you
    Ėirony can be like that-

    it twists and bends,
    creating something else
    where you once thought you had the idea.
    A stature of grandeur,
    your petty mind,
    as you watch and dismiss my life,
    but you and I
    both now you are justified,
    for what lies beneath
    is but a pitiful excuse
    of existence,

    I was never meant to be.

    Record me,
    watch me talk,
    listen to my voice,
    rewind my life,
    until I am unborn.
    Blackness is what remained;
    the beginning of the tape,
    or perhaps a multitude of colours,
    set steady in an array,
    of beams,
    forking down.

    All the colours,
    A bar,
    a test-bar of life,

    did you excuse yourself from reason already?
    So what lies beyond?
    Eject the tape already,
    the machine is faulty,
    your eyes are too close,
    the glass thwarts the perspective
    and we are both as lost
    as we were before this started.

    But you know what?
    Without me here,
    with the blank tape in your hand,
    the TV only produces a channel,
    a number,
    just anotherÖ

    Fill it in.

    There are places worse than the beginning of the tape,
    being reminded,
    watching my life speed you by,
    itís the fast forward which scares us the most,
    the decay at the end of the tape
    and as such,
    I choose to forget.

    Rewind my life,
    do not watch the end,
    for it is despicable and ungraceful
    -As if one can die or life with grace.

    No, thereís no such thing,
    everything is out of focus,
    a blur of pixels divided by light,
    cast away to ricochet onto a windowpane.
    A reflection of a memory,
    A fading imprint,
    of a dying mind.

    Submitted on 2010-02-03 15:18:28     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      I really liked this.

    It was long but held my attention.

    I think what riveted me the most about this is that thought that we are nothing but an illusion, a mirage trapped between the folds of time. Once we die, there is nothing left but an image; a two dimensional reminder of a once-real life.

    They say that images can be recorded in wood. I wonder if images can be recorded in air too. Perhaps when we are seeing ghosts that is time folding back on itself; what we see is a captured image, something like the pictures and recordings that will exist of us when we die.

    I think it's a nice thought that we all have our own "test patterns." I guess an aura is something like this; but the big question is does it continue when we're gone.

    Nice work.

    | Posted on 2010-05-05 00:00:00 | by Soul-Hugger | [ Reply to This ]
      Wow. Urisen, I'm thoroughly impressed. When I read this I got the image of a bunch of kids watching TV or a movie. And how youths seem to be obsessed with TV, it takes up all their free time. Heck, they have TV's in school now in day's. It also reminded me of how it takes away from us, how TV makes up anti-social. Who wants to talk to a real person when they can watch other people talk, people who know what their saying. It's o much easier. It also brings me back to Farenheight 451 . . Good book, I'm hoping you've read it.
    | Posted on 2010-02-04 00:00:00 | by Scaredheart | [ Reply to This ]

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