The Big O
Amnesiatic Past
Written by: Spike (nope, don't own Big O.)
A/N: Don't you guys just love my freestyle poems? Well, if you've been reading them, you'd love them... but yeah. Here's another uber-deep poem about pasts, memories, and amnesia. Enjoy!
Amnesiatic Past (Roger's POV)
Memories...
The things that bind us to the past.
The things that make us remember things we want to remember...
And some things that we wish would go away.
Is it so hard to live by these memories?
Is it believable to run by those which we despise the most?
Forty years ago, an entire city
Completely normal in its aspects of evolution...
It lost its memory.
Suddenly, everyone has to restart.
Suddenly, everyone has to believe they are something
That just maybe... they are not.
It is tragic to believe that we are lying.
But is it so tragic?
Everyone knows that something happened in the past.
Everyone knows that they lost their memories.
But do they know that they may be lying?
It is sad... that we must watch and wait
While the rest of the world holds onto its memories
And decide our fate for us before we even know it's coming.
But sometimes, I wonder...
If us, the humans, lost our memories,
Did the electronics and hard drives,
And androids and cyborgs that we have created,
Lose their memories as well?
Or is it perhaps that they themselves caused the humans
Living in their city
To lose all memory of their lives?
But it makes me wonder sometimes...
The people who know what happened...
Do they wish for their old memories back?
Do they wish to know what happened in their old lives
Before they were forced to live a lie?
I wonder... maybe some people just wish they could die,
Knowing that all they are doing is acting.
But the longer a lie exists, the more believable it is.
Paradime's lie has been around for forty years.
People have finally decided that what we are today is the truth.
But even I wonder... what happened?
What is it that caused our amnesia?
Why do we have to face facts, even though we don't want to?
Well... as long as we are here, I shall do my duty.
I shall keep the peace between these liars of life.
If it means using 'it'...
Then I will have no choice.
Because people are not ruled by their memories.
It's another short-notice poems. But that's how I write them - they just come to me out of nowhere and they hit the notepad! Suddenly, people are reading them! Until next time!
-Spike (People are -not- RULED by their MEMORIES!!)
Amnesiatic Past
Written by: Spike (nope, don't own Big O.)
A/N: Don't you guys just love my freestyle poems? Well, if you've been reading them, you'd love them... but yeah. Here's another uber-deep poem about pasts, memories, and amnesia. Enjoy!
Amnesiatic Past (Roger's POV)
Memories...
The things that bind us to the past.
The things that make us remember things we want to remember...
And some things that we wish would go away.
Is it so hard to live by these memories?
Is it believable to run by those which we despise the most?
Forty years ago, an entire city
Completely normal in its aspects of evolution...
It lost its memory.
Suddenly, everyone has to restart.
Suddenly, everyone has to believe they are something
That just maybe... they are not.
It is tragic to believe that we are lying.
But is it so tragic?
Everyone knows that something happened in the past.
Everyone knows that they lost their memories.
But do they know that they may be lying?
It is sad... that we must watch and wait
While the rest of the world holds onto its memories
And decide our fate for us before we even know it's coming.
But sometimes, I wonder...
If us, the humans, lost our memories,
Did the electronics and hard drives,
And androids and cyborgs that we have created,
Lose their memories as well?
Or is it perhaps that they themselves caused the humans
Living in their city
To lose all memory of their lives?
But it makes me wonder sometimes...
The people who know what happened...
Do they wish for their old memories back?
Do they wish to know what happened in their old lives
Before they were forced to live a lie?
I wonder... maybe some people just wish they could die,
Knowing that all they are doing is acting.
But the longer a lie exists, the more believable it is.
Paradime's lie has been around for forty years.
People have finally decided that what we are today is the truth.
But even I wonder... what happened?
What is it that caused our amnesia?
Why do we have to face facts, even though we don't want to?
Well... as long as we are here, I shall do my duty.
I shall keep the peace between these liars of life.
If it means using 'it'...
Then I will have no choice.
Because people are not ruled by their memories.
It's another short-notice poems. But that's how I write them - they just come to me out of nowhere and they hit the notepad! Suddenly, people are reading them! Until next time!
-Spike (People are -not- RULED by their MEMORIES!!)