Red Rose is Gone

[James]

(A poem I wrote, thinking about my mother once..)

The red rose is gone.

Who's life is done

The red rose that filled his heart with hatred

The object that existed in his life for a number who's half is eight.



Compassion existed at first, but adolescence soon changes the child.

A persona grew out of a sheltered cage.

But it also brought certain emotions..



He murdered the red rose, to stop the infection.

Murdered her on a August of the damned, you might say.

The infection of his own psychological plane, of which is the mind.

The funeral brought no tears, no sympathy was given for the wilted plant.



Mother is dead, but the cynical child lacks empathy.

That child is I.



(And even in the end, I still truly despised my mother, despite the compassion she showed me in younger years.)

 

[Jazzy]

I'm sorry but that's the most disturbing things I have read in a very long time.

 

[James]

Hardly.



A fictionalized poem of where I kill my mother...



That's hardly disturbing.



People who don't like disturbing, don't like horror.

 

[James]

My friend, then psychological literature was not meant for you.



Sure, with your mind set on all things positive, you may consider this nausea-inducing.



Keen on only zombies and vampires, never really appreciating psychological horror.



Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, the clock is ticking..



In fact, you probably never have desired to explore deeper into horror.



Beyond the blood and gore and monsters of the night..



Psychologically, per say.

 

[James]

Paralyzing the human mind with fear is the ultimate goal of the genre itself.



Hitting certain mental frequencies, in order to inflict traumatic nightmares.



King(Various),Lovecraft(Cthulhu Mythos),Poe(Various),Hitchcock(Various),Harris(The whole Hannibal Lecter series)Toyama(Silent Hill),Okamoto(Elfen Lied), hell even the creators of Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni.



Symbolism,theme,plot,atmosphere,occultism,character development..



You could probably all day trying to decode every symbolic detail in the Silent Hill games..



Who is to say that I can't use my own mother's death as a theme?



All of your blood and gore and zombies and vampires don't work out anymore.



Sure, they can give nightmares to some people, but it leaves no true effect on the world.

 

[James]

Fine, consider the poem disturbing.



Just one opinion and frankly, I find my own creation to be art.



Go explore TVTropes, for once.

 

[Bluezone777]

You do know that walking into every argument with the possiblity of being wrong off of the table is not going to make you any friends or convert anyone into agreeing with your thought process. A little thing called humilty goes a long way and it seems that is a lesson you haven't learned yet.



There is nothing wrong with being wrong every now and then as no one is going to judge you poorly for it save for the hypocrites of this world.



I do find the line between distrubing story telling and all out creepy is when you take your life experiences and use them as material for your poems is what probably puts people off.

 

[James]

You do know that walking into every argument with the possiblity of being wrong off of the table is not going to make you any friends or convert anyone into agreeing with your thought process. A little thing called humilty goes a long way and it seems that is a lesson you haven't learned yet.



There is nothing wrong with being wrong every now and then as no one is going to judge you poorly for it save for the hypocrites of this world.



I do find the line between distrubing story telling and all out creepy is when you take your life experiences and use them as material for your poems is what probably puts people off.

I already suffered humilty a long time ago.



Besides, I know to drop arguements, before they reach 8 pages.

 

[Bluezone777]

You so sure as it don't seem like it to me. It still seems you speak arrogantly to people as if you expect everyone to think like you which leads to the fights you seem to start even if you don't intend to start them.

 

[James]

The arguement was already dropped yesterday.



End of story.

 

[Jazzy]

A fictionalized poem of where I kill my mother...



That's hardly disturbing.

To a normal mind, this poem is extremely disturbing. Read it to your youth group or your pastor and I bet my last dollar they'd all agree with me. What true effect on the world are you trying to accomplish with this poem?

 

[James]

Just expressing my creativity..

 

[Jazzy]

Who else has seen this poem other than members here on Off Topix?

 

[James]

No one.

 

[Jazzy]

No one.

Why is that if you feel this is such a creative poem? Why not read it to the youth group?

 

[James]

Because I'd never get a chance to.



The stage is pre-occupied the whole night.

 

[Jazzy]

Because I'd never get a chance to.



The stage is pre-occupied the whole night.

I'm quite sure that if you wanted to, you could make arrangements to read your poem. Right?

 

[Fatal Dawn]

One of the most difficult things about poetry is critiquing it.



James mentioned the dark poet Edgar Allan Poe. Well this poem eerily reminds of Poe's Cask of Amontillado. He mentioned Alfred Hitchcock - of course who is known for creating Psycho which is about Norman Bates killing his mom. Both are quintessential examples of horror at its finest.



I myself have written my share of dark poetry at times. Dark writers are always looking for the worst-case-scenario. When writing you have to suspend your hesitations and write something that is an exaggeration of reality (which is what the horror genre often is at times).

 

[James]

Smooth, the arguement is dead, stop reviving it.



@Fatal Dawn:But realism in horror is a nice thing to do.



Perhaps Psycho made me despise my mother more, because she didn't like or my interest in the horror genre

 

[James]

Because you revived it.



I dropped a Long time



Goddamn it, what is it that you so persistently desire from this endeavor?



The death of the horror genre itself? The demise of my brain?



Bragging rights or gloating?