when i wake up in the morning
with all these things inside my head
i grab a little piece of paper
i got a pen there by the bed
but…
when i put that pen to paper
i just know
all the sexy scary stories i had
amazing crazy flaky stories
they’re just... gone
got my friend who’s stuck in headlights
unscrews his feet and floats away
then there’s brida with the shy eyes
there's no pink dragon she can’t slay
but…
empty pages
staring back
can’t remember,
the paper’s blank
so now i’m sleeping for the moment
and i’m living for the day
people think that i’m a dreamer
but i've got nothing that i can say
because when i put my pen to paper
i just know
all the sexy scary stories i had
the amazing crazy flaky stories
they’re all just...
gone
This poem is so relatable, especially for me. My family and friends tell me often that I have very wild imagination when I describe them what I dreamed in my sleep or just I talk to them casually. Since I was just a little girl, I can count the days that I don't dream in my sleep and nap. Every dream I had is also different from one another. I must say just a few of them that include normal storylines. Also, I like imagining things aside from our reality. Like for example, I imagine my friends and I are mutants, or my family is a royal family and many others. Because of that, I once had an intention to write my dreams and imaginations just so I maybe can make a completed story from it. Ideas, characters, and stories are already in my head, but once I prepare my note and pen or even a laptop, I can't get it out and they are all gone. It's saddening, but I can do nothing except just flashing slices of pictures inside my head.
ReplyDeleteThe poem seems to describe very well the feeling of trying to recall a dream after waking up. It is rather frustrating to forget a dream that is so vivid because in most cases these dreams have very interesting events. In some cases these dreams involve our friends and we would like to tell them about what happened to them or what they were doing in those dreams. The events in our dreams linger in our mind for a few hours then, some how, disappear or at least forget a large chunk of its content. Some dreams are short and others are long and complex. And its these long and complex dreams that we want to share and remember about since they usually contain bizarre story worthy material. But whats interesting is some dreams are actually unforgettable. I have this dream that I had when I was really young and I still remember this one scene that I could still "play" in my head. Weird how our mind works.
ReplyDeleteA poem is an expression from the feelings of people when they want to tell others what they felt. With the significance number of sentences and verbs that are being used, it really reflects those who are the smart one and who’s not. I myself can’t really make poems that are as strong as this, even I’m glad that the words in this poem aren’t difficult at all to read, but set that aside, I can’t make a poem just by imagining things that I haven’t experienced it. According to this poem, the person is imagining of how to write those feelings in a piece of paper without getting amnesia of memories and those references. But in other perspective, he wrote a scope of experience that he had about the loss of memories when he wanted to write, and made it as a poem about himself based on his experience. It’s more easy for people with an average of thinking and knowledge to do/write something that are based on experiences.
ReplyDeleteI am reading this poem while listening to my favorit song from Float, an Indonesian musicians. The poem is pretty deep as it talks about correlation between our minds and reality. It somehow manages to get inside my head and rewind about this life that i have managed to survive for 18 years. To be fair, it has not been perfect and i doubt that it ever will. I dont need perfection, i never wanted it anyway. My goal is not to achieve everything and erase the possibilities for the imperfections. Rather it is paying the little details and the small things in life. That is what i am after. To this moment, i am proud of myself for everything that i have done and everything that i have been through. I have had it pretty hard to be honest, it is a long story and i guess everybody struggles with all their problems. I just want to tell everybody who’s reading this, anybody, no matter what is going on and what is pushing you to the ground, just dont ever stop. Dont ever stop on trying and keep fighting the struggles you are enduring. It may sound easier than said, but you just gotta make the leap of faith. Nothing is done and nothing is climbed before you make the first step. We are given a life to enjoy to embrace and to feel, to feel what is all about this journey called life. Sorry if i am out of the topic Sir, but it is always nice to share your thoughts especially about life and yeah it is one hell of a drive we are going in. Good day everyone
ReplyDelete“The greatest dreams are always unrealistic.” – Will Smith
ReplyDeleteThis poem makes me realize how unrealistic our dreams are. Even sometimes when I suddenly wake up from my sleep, I try to close my eyes again immediately hoping that I can continue what I’m doing in my dream. But sometimes we forget what we saw in our dreams, even if we love it so much. I’ve read some psychological facts about this and I found that when we go to sleep, our conscious mind shuts down and our subconscious mind wakes up. All the dreams are the results of our subconscious mind which absorbs everything we come across in a day, and we process these information unconsciously. The sad truth is, our subconscious mind hardly comes out when we are awake, while our conscious mind rules when we are awake. I think if you really want to know what your dreams are trying to say, you need to meditate on it a little bit and maybe you will get an answer. Maybe these dreams have a message for you.
This is very correlating with my life. Dream is actually weird. Even though it might disappear in just 5 minutes after waking up, once I take note or tell it to someone, I can remember the whole story for a long time. Around five years ago, I made an attempt to always take note of my dream as soon as I woke up. I succeeded the first two days, but then failed because of my laziness typing down the story the moment I just woke up. I tried to do it in another five minutes, but ended up forgetting the whole story. It was kind of frustrating for me trying to remember what I had in my mind that night. I often got the feeling that I had a great adventure in my dream, but I can’t remember what. I usually pushed my brain to recall as much as possible pieces of those interesting memories. Sometimes I could remember, but sometimes not.
ReplyDeleteSita wrote: "This is very correlating with my life."
DeleteIt's as if you have used "correlating" as an adjective here. The way you want to express this idea is with "correlate" as a verb:
"This correlates very closely with my life.
Empty Pages: An Epilog
ReplyDeleteI was running in the woods
Had my feet wrapped with boots
I saw empty wagons in my way
I didn’t know what it had to do with the rest,
I kept running, yet exhaustion never reached me
I woke up with a pounding heart and the only thing I remember was,
My mum kissed me good night and closed the door of my room
I was still running in the woods
But my feet were bare; they got no boots
I saw empty wagons in my way
I didn’t know what it had to do with the rest,
I kept on running, and I remember waited for something
I woke up with a pounding heart and the only thing I remember was,
The feeling of waiting for the repetitive moment, but I couldn’t recall what it was
This time, I knew I was running
And as if I was trying to prove my consciousness, I stopped
My partner didn’t halt, he shouted
“Why do you stop? Run!”
And that exact moment, I took a glimpse of something
DeleteI saw eyes as red as fresh blood
His stare could rip my skin and flesh
I knew I should’ve kept going for dear life
But my instinct had other ideas
I reached for his cheek, only to be met by sharp teeth and a roaring sound
Little did I know that I was racing with a bunch of were wolves
I woke up, soaked in sweat
And my heart almost jumped out of my chest
I get it
Now I get why I couldn’t remember anything
Now I get why I couldn’t write anything
Now I get why the pages have always been left empty
It was stored in the back of my mind,
Where my worries and fear lay
It was under my pillow,
Where secrecy is held hostage
And dreams are colliding with one and only enemy of his; reality
It was as real as you and me
No illusionary, no tricks, nothing
It was vivid; and my dreams were indeed true
I was really chased by a bunch of were wolves
To me, this poem seems to speak of the struggles that every writer faces: writing. As ironic as it seems (because how can you call yourself a writer when you can’t even write?), it is very much real. As writers, those whom are blessed with the curse of an overactive imagination and dreams in colors that don’t exist, we have so much to tell. That’s what writers all want to do: to share and invite others into this other world of their own like deep, little secret. In this poem, the author is trying to write the tale he had made up from his dream but couldn’t write it down when he woke up. It’s weird how easily we can paint and imagine worlds as vivid as reality itself and yet, when we summon them from memory, they disappear. Perhaps, if one is lucky enough, we remember a scene or a few seconds of it. But it’s not enough, nor is it ever enough. And so we end up sleeping and daydreaming, hoping to catch that sliver of imagination once again so we can repeat the cycle all over again.
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