Mitchell Dyck

Elkford, British Columbia

I find writing helps me clear my mind of overwhelming feelings. Although I donÕt always write of personal experiences, I do write about things that IÕve witnessed or feel strongly about. I would like to personally thank Stephen Scott who, although IÕve never met, has helped me express myself and has opened my eyes to self - interpretation. I feel that he is one of the most brilliant artists that IÕve ever come across. I will graduate from high school in June of 1997 and I plan on attending a technical institute where IÕll study audio engineering and producing.

The Unseen Reality

The freezing pain shoots across my body and numbs my mind,
Only my eyes remain unfixed,

Quietly, I wait, patiently
The light, can you see it, in the distance,

Reaching forward it grabs a hold of my weakness and vulnerability,
Sucking every last ounce of reality from my mind,
A new, unfamiliar dimension,
Silence by the awkward tones of darkness,
It encloses as I begin to question my sanity.

Clawing desperately at the blackness,
Only now am I able to taste
The morality I once knew,
The tormenting sacrifice of all that has been created,
But is yet to be destroyed.

Closer now, can you sense it, over here,
The distorted reflection needlessly adrift,
Slowly vanishing like the life I never had,

Demoralized, I close my eyes, and await its arrival.

The Dreamer

Please donÕt stop
Not on my account
Whispers are only heard
By the souls for whom theyÕre meant
But when your vulnerability
Begins to prevail
Please let me go
But donÕt ask where
Your secrets are yours and yours alone
The silence awakens and yet another is born
The unheard sounds echoing
In my ears and through my body
But please catch me when I drift
For only I know how far I will go
But only you can stop me.