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Ok.. as none of you know I've written so much stuff.. like 46 things. This includes lyrics, prose, and long poems. Anyway, I'll post some prose I wrote since there was a demand for it. I don't know if this is my best prose... It's not my favorite that's for sure, but I like them so here they are.
Ok I wrote two proses that basically fit into one theme. I wrote these April 20th, so they're pretty old.
The first is basically like.. supposed to represent a dream. The second one is the follow up to that dream, as in.. the afterthoughts when you are finally awake.
It's hard to explain but I hope everyone likes it / them.
It's either stars in a dark sky or dots in a black landscape (pt.1)
Keep running through the city streets, the lights that glow here are the only things that detect your presence. Even though they illuminate your silhouette with a tinted outline, the ones who follow you from behind are slowly falling away. THey can't keep a steady pace through the dark haze like you can. Don't even look back to take notice of your pursuers, just continue to pick up more folloewrs as you go along.
Your companions from the dark corners and alleyways stay by your side. Always. They can't see your figure itself, just the glowing outline. No one ever said that was enough. Full and Clear views are underestimated. The power of image is what keeps the ever growing party at hope's side. Forever forging on through the city, which happens to be dotted with billions of street lights. Suspended in the air, you wouldn't know whether you were looking up or down. The nightsky reflects the city, the city reflects the nightsky. It's either stars in a dark space or lights in a black landscape from a bird's eye view.
...And so it's back to the pier where this all began. Most of us had already taken our final trip over the railing where the blue-black water greeted our sacrifice. In desperation to continue this ceremonial freakshow, the better of us took heed of the heavy suspicions of the authorities.
...And so it's back on back down the pier, headed toward land. Continually pursued by the officials of the night, the preservers of our 'lives'. Tonight, the dark of the dusk-like sky has reflected everything perfectly and projected it to our eyes. We see the dark of the city, the literal reflection of the stars on the water, and also the reflection of the vastness that is space on our vague minds.
...And so it's here in the streets of the city where we avoid the pursuit of the fearless, and hide under the spontaneous lighting where the overhead projectors don't seem to breech. It's another sleepless midnight. Nightmares from the shore to the street, dreaming of sleeping since it doesn't come easy for the likes of me.
Suspended in the air, you wouldn't know the difference between up and down (pt. 2)
"Don't worry, I won't let go. I'd die to have you see this. This is what it's like to have your opposite views be exactly the same." At night, being suspended in the air, you wouldn't know the difference between up and down. The nightsky reflects everything, from landscapes and teh ocean to your mind and the eyes that produce your right to vision.
Dreaming is our way of justifying the theory that space is a direct reflection of our minds. Vast, dark, and frightening. Is this not a description of what goes on in your sleep-influenced thoughts? To dream is to accept the fact that we are nothing more than projectors. The sky influences our dreams by way of comparison and similarity, and in our waking moments we report what the night has told us. We are nothing more than senseless projectors.
Even the boundless immovable ocean is a reflection on the sky. Something so impenatrable versus something so infinitely vast. The ocean against space. Third and fourth parties always interfere, however. IDeas and time take hold of everything having to do with anything. We are not so simple as we would like to seem.