a composition

happening fish · Post by **happening fish** » 3/5/2003, 6:44 pm

'Dying Some'

The lights are bright with emotions. Swirling colours drip across the floors, across the empty chairs and the taken stools. They reflect in flashes off of shiny countertops and desperate eyes. Tonight, the youth will walk in. They will not be sure why they are there, only that it seems like the right place for them to be. They will not question, nor allow themselves to wonder why. In their desperation to break one set of rules, they will rigidly be following another.

At the door stands a man with money in his brains and muscles in his arms. He is there to rule over unruliness, to pass judgement over those who will not be judged. He is there to protect the destructors from their truth. His body is a bridge which no morals can breach. It will only be depassed by those who would sell their souls for a short-lived happiness that they do not want.

Tonight, the youth will walk in. Their eyes will be beautiful and barren. They will shift reality, make imagination from the unfantastic. Their faces speak a secret language, a common language, rife with hidden meaning and secret longing. When they are burned by the heat they create, they will not escape it, but rather revel in something that they never sought to possess. They will not know why they want this, only that it feels like the right thing to want. There are no answers for them, for the questions that they will not ask.

Behind a small wall stands a man who sells dreams. The wall is there to separate him, to keep him apart. The dreams he sells become lies in the end, but still they come, and still they spend, and they do not know why. The wall is there to remind them that this man does not believe his own lies, and yet they will not ask why it should be they who believe. They will think to themselves that perhaps, one day, the dreams will retain their truth, and be worth their price. The man smiles and complies, and provides them with no answer to the questions they will not ask.

Tonight, the youth will come. Their clothes will shine and sparkle like the searching fires in their eyes. The clumsy rhythms will imbue them with a sense of freedom, so false that it hurts. When night is shattered and the dreams wear off, they will be gone. But they will return. The man at the door knows this, as does the man behind the little wall. They will return as well. Jaded, oblivious, they will return. And they will dance....

liam · Post by **liam** » 3/5/2003, 7:03 pm

Axtech · Post by **Axtech** » 3/5/2003, 7:41 pm

Liam, you took the word right out of my mouth.

That is truely amazing. :nod:

What inspired it?

Mechanical Thought · Post by **Mechanical Thought** » 3/5/2003, 7:42 pm

really good. REALLY REALLY good.

Susan · Post by **Susan** » 3/5/2003, 7:44 pm

Fuckin' eh.
Nice symbolism.

happening fish · Post by **happening fish** » 3/5/2003, 7:44 pm

i'm not sure what inspired it. it's been a weird day. it's about a nightclub, by the way, because i can't tell how clear that is to the impartial reader...

Axtech · Post by **Axtech** » 3/5/2003, 7:59 pm

It's clear. Not like slap-you-in-the-face-clear, but clear nonetheless.

emily · Post by **emily** » 3/5/2003, 7:59 pm

really good. :nod:

except colours should be colors.

sandsleeper · Post by **sandsleeper** » 3/5/2003, 8:16 pm

superb. you can tell you really put a lot of thought into it. i like it muchly. :thumbs:

Axtech · Post by **Axtech** » 3/5/2003, 8:22 pm

Emily wrote:really good. except colours should be colors.

Except for the fact that that would be WRONG!

happening fish · Post by **happening fish** » 3/5/2003, 8:41 pm

Sorry Emily, I speak English, not United Statesian.

emily · Post by **emily** » 3/5/2003, 8:41 pm

buuurnn

areusad831 · Post by **areusad831** » 3/5/2003, 8:55 pm

why do you always try to correct people?

happening fish · Post by **happening fish** » 3/5/2003, 9:17 pm

i take it you liked it rob....

thirdhour · Post by **thirdhour** » 3/5/2003, 11:37 pm

wow, indeedy!

Axtech · Post by **Axtech** » 3/6/2003, 6:51 am

areusad831 wrote:why do you always try to correct people?

Who? Alex? Emily tried to correct her...

Or, Emily. But she was just being American.

happening fish · Post by **happening fish** » 3/6/2003, 9:42 am

i think he was talking to Emily

emily · Post by **emily** » 3/6/2003, 2:58 pm

:sigh:

either people don't understand my constructive criticism (JOKES) or they do and just want to get me in a tizzy....

and please... no more american jokes... it's getting quite old.

mosaik · Post by **mosaik** » 3/6/2003, 3:36 pm

it's not an amerikan joke, we really do spell the word different up here.

lora · Post by **lora** » 3/6/2003, 3:41 pm

i really enjoyed reading that.
i felt a wave of hightened emotions while reading. nice.