It's black with bits of white and Grey resembling the tombstones of flames. Lightning beneath the cinders illuminate the ashes with flashes of white light. The sooty sky is so dull but it's still shines.
The lights go on and off My body remains still. My face shifts. You ask if anything happened, but I refuse to talk about the tears I was fighting. As I fought against the stresses of being lost in flashing colors and patterns I wonder if when the lights were flashing if you could see the colors. See the patterns. Trapped in a dazzling world of sparking lights. Morphing into one trippy, mind-melting screen.
Flash Thud Flash Pound
It felt as though my heart was matching up with the rhythm of the strobe light.
Yes, I didn’t react this time, but I was so so scared. Stuck in a bright limbo.
Electric buzzes through the skin light flashes on as I blink I see faces too close breathe too slow inhaling the air I found myself nowhere a maze to maze a small world within me The energy reviving ain't in control beneath static charged ions Want to be set free want to flow in atmosphere away
5 am waking up in a bed of lies. Then the flashes come every day is filled with blue sky's. Living in a world filled with your lies. Hell touch you and it will make you feel like god. You'll drown yourself playing into his game. Where no one knows your name. Its all about the fame. Undeniable lust, his lips are poison to the touch. Tasting the sweet, sweet flavor of nicotine. My favorite drug. He dusts me out and uses me as his rug. Using me over and over. Is there no end. Living in a fake sense of happiness, just playing pretend. He'll make you close your eyes, tell you your pretty and ******* till you meet your demise. Taking your body into his hands, owning and claiming it. You need to take a stand. You tell him no and your no turns into a yes then into an I guess. He's got you now. 5 am waking up
Its about a ******* and her ****. Or about a girl in an abusive relationship.
out of the corner of my eye I see a flash but then it goes away in front of me the ground is crumbling but in a moment I know the rubble will become solid once more I know nobody else can see it that's why I don't freak out anymore. if I didn't know any better, I'd think the world was dissolving like a dream and in its place is the world I was meant for all along. when the flashes get stronger sometimes I can hear voices and I swear sometimes I think I hear my name among them. last night when I was watching the stars, the sky broke apart and the pieces fell down like snow if it wasn't the middle of August, I would have written it off to just that. I opened my mouth to catch a flake on my tongue but the smoky taste led me to believe maybe it wasn't snow but ash. now I'm laying in bed with words rushing through my head and I can't turn it off. I tune into the loudest thought and recognize it as some type of directions I almost don't know what it's saying, but something about it seems somehow right. I don't have time to elaborate because the flashes are fading my thoughts are becoming foggy this world is turning black all around me and there's nothing left in me that cares enough to paint back the colors. and now even the black is going away and the lights the lights are blinking out all around me the lights were just right there just right there.
not sure how to feel about this one. it's 1am cut me some slack
There I stood Staring at this marvelous structure It towered beyond the sky and faded into the darkness above Brilliant circuitry illuminated from every crevice in every building All around me the city seemed quite alive Flashing, blinking, glowing - yet abandoned All aside from myself, were gone This powerful cerulean and neon green that lit up through the dark Shined only upon myself and itself Every shadow was my own I awoke to find this fact true As I was the city And so long did I exist - the bright glow would as well Did I exist in this glowing town? Or did it exist in me? Until I dream again, only time will answer that question
(9/24/14) A man has a dream of a city. Epistemologically speaking, did the city exist in his mind? Or was he a member of this abandoned city?