(Sorry if the title seems misleading. The title from a song from Nightwish seemed to match this story).
Visions haunt my landscape mind
The dead keep calling out to me
They say silently
"Fulfill your destiny."'
I as read this, my heart stuttered for a moment and my shoulders tensed. I was looking at my own handwriting - my own poem, even. When I wrote the whole thing, I was just getting some tension off, letting loose some ideas, because I like to write. Now, as my eyes grazed over the four lines again and again, my mind kept going back to that time, about a week ago, when I was in the kitchen and felt a rush of my own power. I'm not sure how I knew it was mine, but it felt so familiar and so much a part of me. That's when I heard a quiet voice say "Remember your destiny" or something along those lines.
My mind made the connection. Had I really made a prediction through poetry? I had before, in one, but I figured it was a prophecy. However, when I held the paper and reread it, I got a different feeling than I did with the prophecy. I can't describe it.
And for the hundredth time that month, I asked myself: what's my destiny? And again my mind drew blank. Just last week, when my best friend and I had gotten a Mystic Eye board for fun, I asked it if I had a destiny. The blue pendulum on the gold chain hanging over the black circle tugged a bit, pointing toward the YES space. I asked if it could give me a few hints on what it might be, and it said yes again.
I said, "How old will I be when I fulfill it?" it pointed to a one, then an eight. Eighteen. When I confirmed it, it pointed at the element Air. The paper that came with it said Air meant "Wind, breath of life. Learn to experience your connection with the Divine by acting on inspiration as it comes to you." it felt like it was talking about my poetry. I don't remember what else it pointed at, but the rest didn't give me much.
But back to my poem. Of course, I was a skeptic. I couldn't help it. So I opened up the blue folder that contained my newest poetry, fingering through the pages.
I pulled a page from the folder, one with the words LONELY sketched on it, each letter a different design. I drew it because the song Affliction by AFI had been stuck in my head, as well as their lyrics from it. The Y had the words "show you" pattered on it, and stars were drawn above the words, while a crescent moon was below it. Then two random lines from the song: "...The future's bright without me..." and "Just soothes me..."
Right before I pulled this paper, my friend - one who I had just talked out of suicide - was outside, in a park, watching the stars. Since I had been out the night before, I knew it was a crescent moon out tonight, but I had drawn it as a waxing crescent, and it was a waning one outside. The lines seemed to match my friend. I noticed at the bottom right corner was a barely-sketched building that looked only four stories tall, but I felt it was bigger, and faint lines fell around it, like rain. I just remember drifting off into space when I had drawn the last part long ago. And it didn't seem to incorporate into anything that had been currently happening.
Even though this was a big revelation for me, I hoped I would sleep well. And I didn't. I had a dream twice, one with me helping these girls baby-sit, and scary things that I could sense were chasing us. I told them about my ability, and they said I had to help them. Both times it seems to end with us running off into the night, forest surrounding the streets, the girls constantly looking back to see if the people followed us. It kind of felt like a bad parody of ones of those horror movies with the sorority girls, except I was the only one not dressed girly and wearing heels. I wore what I always wear; Converse and jeans and a t-shirt.
I know it's possible for people to predict things through poetry. But I wondered; could I? The last poem, the one that was more like a random drawing, seemed a little like a coincidence to me. But I don't believe in coincidences. I'm really not sure anymore.
What do you guys think? By the way, sorry it's so long. I always have a lot to say.
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