My mind woke but my body had felt torn up and weak, It was difficult to see. I felt born as a clumsy idiot. As I sprung to my feet to find myself in the ditch I had lowered myself in last night. This ditch represented my hurt-everything I had said or done represented something. Memories seemed to flow back now. A memory with a limit. "I prayed for forgiveness and hope.."1
I took a look around but it was blinding, it was a one color world-a color no ones seen before. It was quiet, the breeze was a breeze that seemed like it did not exist..and it did exist. But I could not feel it. It was empty, no life as if it were to be dead. I found a highway and I looked both ways. A one way highway but no traffic in sight. On the other side was an empty field with three black figures. They were walking away but I was not sure. I owned them once before and will again, I thought to myself. I've always thought that way, I was the one in control.2
I started to take a walk along my road. I dragged my feet in boredom but the gravel took no move..not a sound.It was my gravel, if I wanted it to move I would simply tell it to. Miles and miles I walked and I never had to stop to rest. Finally, in a blur, a box came in focus, traveling on the highway. It was red and familiar, of coarse that red thing was mine. Everything around me was mine, it was, it was all mine.3
That red object seemed to be moving closer and closer, it was a truck. My truck. I let it pass and heard a faint honk from it. I felt comfortable from the greet and walked a few more miles. I traveled my long highway for days, then I remembered that I had prayed for forgiveness and hope earlier. Though, I felt no different that I did before I prayed. Well, the deeper I thought about it the more I found ways to question it. Who was I praying to exactly? I had thought.4
I looked down to the ground then up to my sky, reaching out to the empty sky for guidance, I tried to let out a voice but only a thought seemed to scream.."Oh, Lord, Why'd everything have to turn out this way?" a calm question that was eerie to my ears. Figures stood all around-they appeared in a blank mind and stood there in silence..all around.They were mine. Millions of them, thousands surrounding. They were mine, there were waiting for an answer. So I answered them, oh how my people were eager to hear, I was ancy myself. "Because, the world is over and we've been dead.." They understood somehow..I felt forgiven and I needed no hope since I've answered my own questions in thought and returned my own prayers in silence.5
My people cleared themselves from all the guilt trips and freed themselves from everything else..6
My people were free..and so was I.7
Author notes
This is about self-worship
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Wow! VERY interesting story here. I did immensely enjoy reading this. You drew my attention in and kept it the whole time... whici is EXTREMELY hard to do. Usually when I click on a story... I click right back off... but this one I finished! It HAD to be interesting and well written in order for me to read through. Excellent job!!! ****smiles**** ~Melissa
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Wow. When I first saw the title of this, I wasnt sure if I was going to like it, but when I read it I found it to be incredibly deep and very symbolic. Which goes to show that u can't judge a book by its cover~~~~or~~~story by its title. One of those. I was pist
that it wasnt longer! Great job.
~~~Shannon Rose
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I found this a very enjoyable read, one that inspires many thoughts. I don't want to sound like the est up there but this was wonderfully done.
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Hmmm...you know, since I have a diety-complex myself, lol, I must say that this story was vastly entertaining and very well written. There were parts that shone deep as a gorge, yet still retained a very approachable tone...very nicely done.
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I'm glad you caught that. And yes, it had ALOT to do with the piece. While reading it, you should be seeing it..but it is hard to picture it without knowing that color. I added that because I remember my mother (being very christian) said in Heaven there would be colors we have never seen before..and It bugs me to know end not knowing that. And in this poem I do imagine seeing it..which of reminder..this piece was about self worship.
Thank you so much for your comment and found something that made you THINK!!
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i read through your story, and got caught up immensly on the one line :
it was a one color world-a color no ones seen before.
that really honestly had me thinking on that for minutes! just mentioning that, a color no one's seen before blew my mind. sometimes i think about things like that, but it was just really cool imagery in your poem. i tried and tried and tried to imagine what that color would be but i almost had a heart attack because i knew as a human i would never be able to grasp the notion of the existence of any other color outside the visible spectrum, and that really does add something spiritual to this piece. because only a god figure or a heaven type place would be able to produce such a color. ..
this may have nothing to do with your piece at all, but it made me think so much and gave way to so many wandering thoughts that i just had to tell you. what an image! it really blew my brain -
whatever you say
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Hail Satan! That was a kick ass story. but the truth is... I (not you) am GOD!
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