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To the Universe

by =craazhy

To Lightning:
You were my enemy and my friend for the exact, same reasons.

To Sound:
The only time I didn't listen to your brother is when I fell in love with you.

And don't get mad at him, he said "Don't" for both of us, even if only I, ironically, heard it.

Back then, I wasn't the kind that liked to share. You couldn't get enough of it.

Though, despite the painful ending, you were one of my favorite chapters.

To Nature:
My darling, while not your only dimension, you are the mistress of colors.

You've owned my heart forever, and only I know what forever means. But I settled with your friendship instead.

You were a dream in many a sense.


P.S. No, no, listen, I only said Susan Coffey was prettier than you because......... it was the poem thing... I mean, you know--- don't hit me I said I was sorry--- stopit, why do you even care? You got feelings for a boy all of a sudden? Yeah, thats what I thought. Go play with your leaves.

To Darkness and Moon:
You both kept my eyes open for different reasons, but alas, both reasons were birthed from imagination.

One of you reminded me there was something to teach, and one of you reminded me how I would teach it.

To Water:
You were indecisive, schizophrenic, bi-polar, emotional, passionate, anxious and lost. Sometimes I wonder if you were the only one of us that was sane.

And then I remember how you HAD to have your way, and we always closed our eyes and pushed a "Fine." through our teeth.

You tore your fill off the bone and forgot the pack.

My regret is that I never found a way to teach you what the word "brother" meant.

To Fire:
No one ever danced like you, even if it goes without saying. You sang your heart out and tore up your strings for me, even if you didn't know what the words meant to me.

I still smile when I remember how we used to compete. Okay, so maybe the girl with the brown and the blues smiled at you. Maybe.

But, when you burned the brightest was when we were in the snow, when the wolves descended and we ascended.




Earth deserved your father. Egoless. Empathetic. Generous. He had more sons than blood would admit.

I love you, brother.

To the Sun:
You guided me when I wandered. You protected me when I was defenseless and then you taught me how to defend myself. You taught me how to love to love, hate to hate, love to hate, and hate to love. You showed me how to be something I wasn't before. You taught me how to be a God.



And then you smiled and didn't say a word.

And then I had the strength to smile back and taught death that even He had something to fear.

From Time:
I've had a journey, and that's not a complaint. I've asked the right number of questions, which is a number that doesn't exist. I've learned infinitely fewer answers. I found my real family among the stars and blood, and over the music.

I can assure you that I am not the final truth, and neither are my siblings. We are still part of only this local reality. But, if I ever had a "boss" that cared, he has never sent me a memo.

I only ever saw smiles at the summit of purpose.
:iconcraazhy:
:iconthewrittenrevolution:

This is perhaps the most valuable piece in my gallery to me for a handful of reasons. One, I think it came out rather well. Two, it was based on a story that I've been writing in my head since the third grade. I want to know what it makes you think of, if anything at all. I want to know what you think about some of the characters that were addressed. "What does it make you think?" could be my sum total question.

Although, I don't know if this piece is critique-able, not really being a set form of prose, and not really poetry, but I'll let it open for critiques if anyone might find themselves capable to do so.


(EDIT) This will be some attempt at clarification, I hesitate before doing this because my flavor is being cryptic, but I feel like letting this one out of the bag a bit.

Each of these elements is controlled by a character in the story (or what could be considered a scientific definition of a "god") I previously mentioned with the exception of Lightning being controlled by the split personality of Time. Each of them have a name, if it's of any significance to you.

Lightning: M

Sound: Michelle

Nature: Sara

Darkness and Moon: A "married" couple, they discarded their birth names for Byss and Luna.

Water: John

Fire: Richard

Sun: Peter (the biological older brother of Sound, which is the reference made in one of the lines under the To Sound section.)

Time: Joseph

These are simple names because essentially, these were intended to be simple people in the grand scheme of human society within the story, but through the miasma of friendships, love, pain and a certain love for music that no one could ever exactly quite match, they became more for lack of a better word.

Lighting was Time's enemy and friend because, among many other examples, for every piece of Joesph he damaged, Joseph became stronger mentally. He was the hard nosed critic that inhabited the very same brain, obsessed with obeying the natural order and applying logic and rational thought to even the most social or psychological issues Joesph encountered. After Richard and Peter eventually died, Joesph was entirely consumed by that persona, effectively becoming a war machine, and lacking the ability to ignore the infection he considered the human race. He eventually destroyed it, shocking Joesph back to the surface, where he quickly and without second thought returned time to approximately nine years earlier, and removed the occurrences that ever led him into Godhood, which also led him to never meeting Richard and Peter, which led him into a different life altogether.

I'm not about to spill the story behind every little corner in the artists comments, but that was the vital one. If you'd like to know more, feel free to ask.

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:iconrlkirkland:
I nodded, I smiled, and - I was left wondering.
Good :)

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People are Important - Goals much less
When we stop learning we have begun to die - Shamelessly Purloined
:iconcraazhy:
"and - I was left wondering."

Mission accomplished. :)


Thank you very much. :nod:

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"Think left, think right. Think low, think high. Oh the thinks you can think up if only you try!" - Dr. Seuss

To the Universe
:iconrlkirkland:
:thumbsup: ~ :)

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People are Important - Goals much less
When we stop learning we have begun to die - Shamelessly Purloined
:iconrabadenzo:
I like this poem, it's quite cryptic and nice, although a bit vauge. And people have to seek their own interpretation. Ah, and the little insidejoke about Susan Cofey was quite funny.

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“Those who love life do not read. Nor do they go to the movies, actually. No matter what might be said, access to the artistic universe is more or less entirely the preserve of those who are a little fed up with the world.” ~ Michel Houellebecq
:iconbrassteeth:
Nice work. Very fluid and languid and enormously urbane. Well Done.

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BT.

"The truth knocks on the door and you say, "Go away, I'm looking for the truth," and so it goes away."
— Robert M. Pirsig
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle maintanance
:iconopenhandedsmiles:
I admire your persistence. My oldest stories are the ones that give me the most trouble.

I love the voice, and certain phrases in this piece. It's clear you know a lot about your own characters and themes, and that is impressive. :)

:iconthewrittenrevolution:

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[A suburb called Clairbrookes just outside a very populated city called Yallsdoomed on a Thursday night. A girl sits, eating barbeque chips angrily, watching a horror movie.]

Billie: SCREW YOU, TV HOST-MAN!
:iconcraazhy:
Thank you.

In fact, I know my characters so well that you could probably take this piece literally, as in me saying these things to the characters because that's how well I've attached to them. Though it's probably not the sanest thing to admit, I disregarded sanity's vitality when I became a writer.

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"Think left, think right. Think low, think high. Oh the thinks you can think up if only you try!" - Dr. Seuss

To the Universe
:iconaro-chan:
What an interesting peice! I don't have much feedback, except that it could have used a bit more description. Although the idea was brilliant you could have involved the reader more dramatically.

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I suffer CDO. It's like OCD, but all the letters are in alphabetic order like they should be
Fly Away, My Butterfly:frail:
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Visual Poetry#Just-Imagine-It
:iconcraazhy:
I know, it is a little vague overall, but the story is so so so massive that it would take forever to even tell in movie form, nevermind book form. I would estimate that there is literally nine years worth of detail in that story.

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"Think left, think right. Think low, think high. Oh the thinks you can think up if only you try!" - Dr. Seuss

To the Universe
:iconcordeliakitsune:
Such a sensational piece. I love the bit on Sound.

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"Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?" --- Kurt Vonnegut