across the buttercup field
Saturday, January 23, 2010 4:18:00 PM
I was lying on my stomach on my bed with my eyes shut, thinking of my favorite flower: buttercups. I haven't seen one of those, but they look lovely in pictures. Spending a day in a wide buttercup field with my loved ones is one of my life-long dreams. I love them because of their color, yellow. It makes me think that happiness isn't too far away, always within reach.
So, I was thinking of a buttercup field. I got lost in my imagination. In my mind, I was standing at the end of a buttercup field with my eyes closed, smiling and feeling the heat of the sun on my skin. When I opened them, I suddenly froze on my spot. At the other end of the field, something terrible was happening. A war? I dunno. I got poor eyesight. Everything was red, and bloodlust was evident in the cannibals' eyes; and then people were dying and crying in pain...
I couldn't stand it so I opened my eyes, trying to pull myself back to reality. I realized that I was breathing heavily, almost close to hyperventilation. I put myself in a sitting position and scanned my room for a paper and pen. I found what I was looking for at the south end of my bed. I grabbed those and here's what I wrote:
I open my eyes
And I hear painful cries
Across the buttercup field.
By the grave they yelp
And they scream for help
Across the buttercup field.
The fire of hell flares
And the dark sky glares
Across the buttercup field.
Blood-red tears flooded
But their pain never ended
Across the buttercup field.
And I gasped at their faces
Over time's convoluted paces
Across the buttercup field.
Across the buttercup field,
things were awful.
Across the buttercup field,
torment never leaves people.
Across the buttercup field
Across The buttercup field
ACROSS THE BUTTERCUP FIELD...
I see the picture of hell
Across the buttercup field.
I wrote without stopping, letting my imagination do the writing. I wasn't really paying attention to what I was doing. I was thinking what it was trying to tell me...
After a few minutes of deliberating, understanding lit up my obfuscated mind. :)
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