OFFICIAL SINACOG OPEN MIC THREAD

Sinacog · 03-19-2021, 02:03 PM

I keep having this dream.....

I'm walking down this long hallway. It is dark but has dim lighting, I can't really tell. It feels like a dream, but my sub conscience wont allow me to make that decision. I believe It's real. This hallway never seems to end.
The walls are in a color I cant quite make out. It's red and blackish but also not. It is not a color I have ever seen before but it feels to surreal to distinguish.
maybe it's a dark burgundy. Maybe not.
I'm walking down this hallway and notice a statue ahead that is so beautifully crafted. I cant seem to take my eyes off it, but I can't stop walking towards the end of this hallway. It never seems to end.
Where am I going? I want to leave this place.
I admire this statue as I'm slowly getting closer to it, but can only look straight ahead towards this never ending hallway.
As I walk pass this statue I feel a sense of dread that feels so real that I'm terrified but also calm at the same time.
I just keep walking.
This inanimate statue, why is it here? It is so beautifully crafted.
I walk past the statue and continue down this dark hallway looking straight ahead. I want to look back but can't.
The Statue's head turns to follow me down the Hallway as I walk past it.

I will never escape this matrix. It will basically enslave my brain Next.
Stay set. I'm reaching for the pinnacle of an Apex.
So I equate stress to A theory that never takes rest.
There is no reality. Reality is what you make it.
This thought? Can't seem to break it. Experiment till it makes sense.
Wait, shit.

"How are you feeling today?"
"I keep having this dream. I don't want to fall asleep anymore, I feel like I'm losing my grip on reality"
"You have been making much progress, Don't you agree?"
"I'm not so sure, Everything seems so real, even now"
"This is real, You have been coming here everyday for three years now, Would you like me to prove this is reality?"
"Even if you can prove it doesn't make this real, We do not realize we are dreaming until we wake up"
"That is an astute observation. I'll tell you what, Look at the clock, what time is it right now?"
"3:23"
"so then, If it is 3:23 PM how can this be a dream?"

The telescope only shows those things at a distance. The universe dimensions are vastly suspended.
If you're looking you can't miss it. When you listen it sounds tremendous.
Hieroglyphics to witness. Love. Forgiveness.
This pursuit is relentless. The truth of religions.
Not to mention there's no beginning or an end to A vision.
My existence is only limited by clueless precision.
Youth and ambition. Losing and Winning.
Each chapter is amended by a useless submission.
Ruthless addiction. Why try defying the limits.
Even the smallest cricket is disguised by it's brilliance.
We are thrown into the abyss like a kite or a discus.
Such a beautiful horizon just off in the distance.

I just keep walking down this hallway, It never seems to end.
The walls don't even seem real anymore.
I keep walking, but I feel so panicked. I want to run away from this place but I just keep walking.
I see someone further down this dark hallway. Hello?! HELLO?! no answer.
I am closer. I feel panicked.
I notice it is the same statue I just passed, it is so beautifully crafted. But how can this be?
This hallway never seems to end.

I'm lost in a dream. A glitch in the conciseness stream.
It's all that it seems. Or is it? Yelling HELP as I Scream.
gnihtyreve si sdrawkcab. Ma I llits ni a peels?
PLEH EM! I peek gnillaf dna siht noynac si peed.
M'i gnileef decinap dna t'nac ehtareb!
M'i degamad dna oot kaew, ydobemos pleh em esaelp!

"So how does that prove that this is reality?"
"When you are dreaming you can not make out numbers clearly, It is a side effect of the Dimethyitryptamine that is being released from your pineal gland during REM cycle sleeping"
"What if my brain released too much of it, and that's the reason I can't seem to differentiate reality from illusion?"
"That is not the case, I assure you this is reality. It is 3:2^z and you are on my couch talking to me"

Said the beautifully crafted statue.

DISPUTER -- ENDING THE WAR --

My despondent life moves with the waves of a dreary ocean, I bare emotions of a fish that’s lost his way
At constant times I drown in a place where there’s barely solace, while careless Seagulls guffaw at my fall in pain
My pumping ventricles are wished to be clogged by an Octopus, whose absorbent grungy tentacles yearn my earn
Yet the unpleasant Eel won’t even shock me shook, for this broken fish has no electrical current worth
And I’m besieged in vacancy, swimming the seas in atrophy, trying to have the strength of mighty sailing ships
But a cynical hermit crab designed my skeleton, which is why I’m mistook for a spineless Jellyfish
If only I’d had a blissful companion we swim the Atlantic, and stay together as engagement followed through
But with my miserable antics that mission's Titanic, the sea to me will forever be a space of solitude
It’s all in view, all this fish’s infinite limitations, if only you could see through the eyes I count with
I tried to get a definite reputation, but received the disgraceful stripes of clown fish
I’ve just been racing through life contesting aloof, hoping eventually in my gills, potency grew
Now my soul is in two and water’s reflecting my mood, I guess that's why this sorrowed ocean is blue..

And every night I wish the horizon; shed a light to where I’ll subside in
I wish to sever ties with Poseidon, and he’d end my life with his Trident...

I wish…

I wish a ship of oil, tipped and boiled on my scaly skin; I wish demented mortals, ripped and soiled both my tail and fins
I wish to end with this distress, in depths of an abyssal trench, I wish this fish had twist in nets, and finally submit to death!

I wish…

I wish a morbid band of sharks had embarked to drown my symphony,
I wish a swordfish stabbed my heart and the scars bled out in infamy…

But then I realize if I was granted all the wishes I said
I’d just be back where I started, sleeping with the fishes again…

Will I ever lift from this sorrow?

I’m swimming in the depths of depression with no way to set to ascension, as my mind’s spinning in a seeped whirlpool
Suddenly out the corner of my cornea, on the Ocean’s sandy floor in blood, I spot a lying Sea Turtle
I swam towards the sand that centered thee; he must have been a century, on how his shell’s design emerged
But his neck gashed by an enemy, and as a dying remedy, he whispered me his final words…

“Through the ups and downs of ocean waters, eventually you’ll find your way
No need to stop at frozen harbors, for in this sea we call life, the tide will change…

And you will Ascend Passed The Waves"

With that, his eyes began to slightly close, as his carcass slowly faded away
Now, with those words of wisdom, I’ll always remember to savor this day

1 year later

Now...

Now I look at a hurricane straight in the eye, and blind it with my bright complexion
I clear all the burning rain, grayest of skies, and move it when I fight deception
I’m in the right direction as the waters have settled; I’m passing marginal levels as the light’s reflection
My heights extended passed the mark of the devil, I’m leaving sharks with the pebbles as the night intended
My flight’s ascended, as I’m elevating the softest, no more warring scenes of contemplating the hardships
I’ll pass the ninth dimension, reach into the sea and make a so serene constellation of starfish
Now I’m one like a group of sea lions, as the aurora borealis has my mind enchanted
I’m so high with peace I’ll seek Sirens, to form an alluring exploring voyage to find Atlantis
Now there’s no holding catalyst, and no more hazardous frantic bliss
Now my only passing wish, is all see the light without an Angler fish
That there’s hope to the pain and the strife, it's all in the changing tides
Take the past and ocean wave it goodbye, now alas you will elevate your life...

To Greater Heights.

And Ascend Passed the Waters to paradise.

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03-19-2021, 02:03 PM	#11
Sinacog R.Killsbury 3000 Join Date: Dec 2018 Posts: 2,299 Battle Record: 4-25 Rep Power: 8129215	I keep having this dream..... I'm walking down this long hallway. It is dark but has dim lighting, I can't really tell. It feels like a dream, but my sub conscience wont allow me to make that decision. I believe It's real. This hallway never seems to end. The walls are in a color I cant quite make out. It's red and blackish but also not. It is not a color I have ever seen before but it feels to surreal to distinguish. maybe it's a dark burgundy. Maybe not. I'm walking down this hallway and notice a statue ahead that is so beautifully crafted. I cant seem to take my eyes off it, but I can't stop walking towards the end of this hallway. It never seems to end. Where am I going? I want to leave this place. I admire this statue as I'm slowly getting closer to it, but can only look straight ahead towards this never ending hallway. As I walk pass this statue I feel a sense of dread that feels so real that I'm terrified but also calm at the same time. I just keep walking. This inanimate statue, why is it here? It is so beautifully crafted. I walk past the statue and continue down this dark hallway looking straight ahead. I want to look back but can't. The Statue's head turns to follow me down the Hallway as I walk past it. I will never escape this matrix. It will basically enslave my brain Next. Stay set. I'm reaching for the pinnacle of an Apex. So I equate stress to A theory that never takes rest. There is no reality. Reality is what you make it. This thought? Can't seem to break it. Experiment till it makes sense. Wait, shit. "How are you feeling today?" "I keep having this dream. I don't want to fall asleep anymore, I feel like I'm losing my grip on reality" "You have been making much progress, Don't you agree?" "I'm not so sure, Everything seems so real, even now" "This is real, You have been coming here everyday for three years now, Would you like me to prove this is reality?" "Even if you can prove it doesn't make this real, We do not realize we are dreaming until we wake up" "That is an astute observation. I'll tell you what, Look at the clock, what time is it right now?" "3:23" "so then, If it is 3:23 PM how can this be a dream?" The telescope only shows those things at a distance. The universe dimensions are vastly suspended. If you're looking you can't miss it. When you listen it sounds tremendous. Hieroglyphics to witness. Love. Forgiveness. This pursuit is relentless. The truth of religions. Not to mention there's no beginning or an end to A vision. My existence is only limited by clueless precision. Youth and ambition. Losing and Winning. Each chapter is amended by a useless submission. Ruthless addiction. Why try defying the limits. Even the smallest cricket is disguised by it's brilliance. We are thrown into the abyss like a kite or a discus. Such a beautiful horizon just off in the distance. I just keep walking down this hallway, It never seems to end. The walls don't even seem real anymore. I keep walking, but I feel so panicked. I want to run away from this place but I just keep walking. I see someone further down this dark hallway. Hello?! HELLO?! no answer. I am closer. I feel panicked. I notice it is the same statue I just passed, it is so beautifully crafted. But how can this be? This hallway never seems to end. I'm lost in a dream. A glitch in the conciseness stream. It's all that it seems. Or is it? Yelling HELP as I Scream. gnihtyreve si sdrawkcab. Ma I llits ni a peels? PLEH EM! I peek gnillaf dna siht noynac si peed. M'i gnileef decinap dna t'nac ehtareb! M'i degamad dna oot kaew, ydobemos pleh em esaelp! "So how does that prove that this is reality?" "When you are dreaming you can not make out numbers clearly, It is a side effect of the Dimethyitryptamine that is being released from your pineal gland during REM cycle sleeping" "What if my brain released too much of it, and that's the reason I can't seem to differentiate reality from illusion?" "That is not the case, I assure you this is reality. It is 3:2^z and you are on my couch talking to me" Said the beautifully crafted statue. DISPUTER -- ENDING THE WAR -- My despondent life moves with the waves of a dreary ocean, I bare emotions of a fish that’s lost his way At constant times I drown in a place where there’s barely solace, while careless Seagulls guffaw at my fall in pain My pumping ventricles are wished to be clogged by an Octopus, whose absorbent grungy tentacles yearn my earn Yet the unpleasant Eel won’t even shock me shook, for this broken fish has no electrical current worth And I’m besieged in vacancy, swimming the seas in atrophy, trying to have the strength of mighty sailing ships But a cynical hermit crab designed my skeleton, which is why I’m mistook for a spineless Jellyfish If only I’d had a blissful companion we swim the Atlantic, and stay together as engagement followed through But with my miserable antics that mission's Titanic, the sea to me will forever be a space of solitude It’s all in view, all this fish’s infinite limitations, if only you could see through the eyes I count with I tried to get a definite reputation, but received the disgraceful stripes of clown fish I’ve just been racing through life contesting aloof, hoping eventually in my gills, potency grew Now my soul is in two and water’s reflecting my mood, I guess that's why this sorrowed ocean is blue.. And every night I wish the horizon; shed a light to where I’ll subside in I wish to sever ties with Poseidon, and he’d end my life with his Trident... I wish… I wish a ship of oil, tipped and boiled on my scaly skin; I wish demented mortals, ripped and soiled both my tail and fins I wish to end with this distress, in depths of an abyssal trench, I wish this fish had twist in nets, and finally submit to death! I wish… I wish a morbid band of sharks had embarked to drown my symphony, I wish a swordfish stabbed my heart and the scars bled out in infamy… But then I realize if I was granted all the wishes I said I’d just be back where I started, sleeping with the fishes again… Will I ever lift from this sorrow? I’m swimming in the depths of depression with no way to set to ascension, as my mind’s spinning in a seeped whirlpool Suddenly out the corner of my cornea, on the Ocean’s sandy floor in blood, I spot a lying Sea Turtle I swam towards the sand that centered thee; he must have been a century, on how his shell’s design emerged But his neck gashed by an enemy, and as a dying remedy, he whispered me his final words… “Through the ups and downs of ocean waters, eventually you’ll find your way No need to stop at frozen harbors, for in this sea we call life, the tide will change… And you will Ascend Passed The Waves" With that, his eyes began to slightly close, as his carcass slowly faded away Now, with those words of wisdom, I’ll always remember to savor this day 1 year later Now... Now I look at a hurricane straight in the eye, and blind it with my bright complexion I clear all the burning rain, grayest of skies, and move it when I fight deception I’m in the right direction as the waters have settled; I’m passing marginal levels as the light’s reflection My heights extended passed the mark of the devil, I’m leaving sharks with the pebbles as the night intended My flight’s ascended, as I’m elevating the softest, no more warring scenes of contemplating the hardships I’ll pass the ninth dimension, reach into the sea and make a so serene constellation of starfish Now I’m one like a group of sea lions, as the aurora borealis has my mind enchanted I’m so high with peace I’ll seek Sirens, to form an alluring exploring voyage to find Atlantis Now there’s no holding catalyst, and no more hazardous frantic bliss Now my only passing wish, is all see the light without an Angler fish That there’s hope to the pain and the strife, it's all in the changing tides Take the past and ocean wave it goodbye, now alas you will elevate your life... To Greater Heights. And Ascend Passed the Waters to paradise.