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Atra Ludio or Hip-Hop?
From: Cottage Grove, Oregon |
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IP:
This is a poem. I think. It's a prose peice of text that provokes thought.
Nevertheless I still want to go. It's hard cause this place still draws me in. Maybe it's just a habit. I dunno.
What I do know is I'm frustrated with this place. No one cares about anyone else anymore. There aint no love. It's all one-liner replies. And no one replies back.
Anyway... I'll try and come here, but just to read and reply to other peoples peices. I won't drop anything. It's just not worth showing something I've created and poured at least some of my heart into it and to have no one to care about it. But it'd be unfair for me to allow that to be reversed, so in a sense I got to stay for everyone elses sake.
I just realized I'm ranting again. That sucks. I have this one peice I wrote a long time ago. It took me a year to write because it was actually several poems compiled into one. Maybe this can be a poem. This rant, all combined. Maybe replies and everything. Maybe I'm thinking out of the box. But who says there is a box? Or why think outside the box when there is so much actually inside the box that is left to be explored. Or maybe... you have to think inside the box. Because no matter how you expand your thoughts and create new things, the box is a living breathing entity who is able to grow and adapt. You have to catch the box by suprise. Freeze it, and then shatter it like so much proverbial Sub-Zero fatality. Maybe no one is ever able to think outside the box because they try to do so through progressive means. One step at a time, when in reality the only way to succeed is to do so in one step period. But how can ones own thoughts shatter that which keeps thoughts themselves imprisoned? Which... that question itself only expands my thoughts in a progressive manner, and that in itself is keeping me imprisoned in the box. But to answer, perhaps it isn't a thought that can shatter the box. When a person sleeps... they imagine things they don't normally imagine. But is still locked in the box.
But...
Death, is the cousin of sleep. When you die, all anyone can be sure of is that their body ceases to function. Like so much robot without a battery. And what becomes of ones thoughts? The dead don't think. The brain won't even have subconcious thoughts. Because... the brain is the box.
Think about it... if I'm right in that the only way to escape the box in order to think outside it is truly a sudden one step movement, wouldn't it be safe to say that if the brain was the box then death could be that sudden movement? Your thoughts will no longer be inside of the gray organ.
But therein lies the problem... where are your thoughts?
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Sorry....
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