parallelism
10/02/06, 09:51 PM
Sorry about this; this isn't a lyrical post.
It's pretty much just a prose about a dream that I had.
When I woke up, I wrote it down and sort of realized that, at least for me, it had some symbolic qualites to it that I could make parallels with to my life. Hopefully it does something for you. I would appreciate any feedback or anything.
Again, I'm sorry that these aren't lyrics or poetry; I just was going through some old stuff of mine and found these, didn't know where to post them. Thanks!
...I...
I walked through the darkest parts of the city, lingering with the
cold rain.
My clumsy feet delivered me past subway entrances, past flashing
store windows. Lights and television screens displayed planes of
repeating images, contradicting themselves; alternating like the
patterns on a checkerboard. People went in, and people came out.
I saw so many hurried people. Some wore long coats, some carried
umbrellas. With their fortresses designed to cloak themselves from
the rain, they walked hastily in single-file lines. I can still picture them
constantly walking, running, moving; like living, breathing rays that
travel on and on, parallel to the streets.
The streets; they were wet. A thin sheet of water spread itself about
the pavement, disregarding the grooves underneath. Water rode up the
edges of the sidewalks, dove down into the gutters, splashed under
car tires, and painted itself everywhere.
I stopped for a moment to observe the city, the people, the cars; they
wouldn't stop for me. I stopped just long enough to realize the way I had
been riding up the sidewalks, with my vision diving down into gutters,
splashing under car tires, painting itself onto everything.
At this realization, I quickly proceeded to closing my eyes.
And, in that moment, I felt just like the rain.
...II...
Under my eyelids, I began to notice a faint, glowing red. Warmth hit my
face and body from the left side. I felt dry. My hands and fingers, no longer
cramped and cold, slipped themselves from their pockets. The right side of
my body was still damp when I noticed my shoe sticking to the sidewalk.
This prompted me to look.
I opened my eyes to a radiant, green sky; an algae-infested ocean
suspended in mid air. Buildings, in the midst of floating tables and chairs,
hung upside down from the peaks of its soft waves. Marine life swam
around me. The sun was extremely bright; a deep, white-hot hole that I
was about to fall into. I couldn't help but stare, desperately trying to see
down to the bottom of wherever it would lead me. It burned my eyes, but
I didn't care.
I just stood there staring, and for the first time, I smiled.
It's pretty much just a prose about a dream that I had.
When I woke up, I wrote it down and sort of realized that, at least for me, it had some symbolic qualites to it that I could make parallels with to my life. Hopefully it does something for you. I would appreciate any feedback or anything.
Again, I'm sorry that these aren't lyrics or poetry; I just was going through some old stuff of mine and found these, didn't know where to post them. Thanks!
...I...
I walked through the darkest parts of the city, lingering with the
cold rain.
My clumsy feet delivered me past subway entrances, past flashing
store windows. Lights and television screens displayed planes of
repeating images, contradicting themselves; alternating like the
patterns on a checkerboard. People went in, and people came out.
I saw so many hurried people. Some wore long coats, some carried
umbrellas. With their fortresses designed to cloak themselves from
the rain, they walked hastily in single-file lines. I can still picture them
constantly walking, running, moving; like living, breathing rays that
travel on and on, parallel to the streets.
The streets; they were wet. A thin sheet of water spread itself about
the pavement, disregarding the grooves underneath. Water rode up the
edges of the sidewalks, dove down into the gutters, splashed under
car tires, and painted itself everywhere.
I stopped for a moment to observe the city, the people, the cars; they
wouldn't stop for me. I stopped just long enough to realize the way I had
been riding up the sidewalks, with my vision diving down into gutters,
splashing under car tires, painting itself onto everything.
At this realization, I quickly proceeded to closing my eyes.
And, in that moment, I felt just like the rain.
...II...
Under my eyelids, I began to notice a faint, glowing red. Warmth hit my
face and body from the left side. I felt dry. My hands and fingers, no longer
cramped and cold, slipped themselves from their pockets. The right side of
my body was still damp when I noticed my shoe sticking to the sidewalk.
This prompted me to look.
I opened my eyes to a radiant, green sky; an algae-infested ocean
suspended in mid air. Buildings, in the midst of floating tables and chairs,
hung upside down from the peaks of its soft waves. Marine life swam
around me. The sun was extremely bright; a deep, white-hot hole that I
was about to fall into. I couldn't help but stare, desperately trying to see
down to the bottom of wherever it would lead me. It burned my eyes, but
I didn't care.
I just stood there staring, and for the first time, I smiled.