The Imagination Station

Welcome to The Station! This blog is dedicated to works of fiction of all kinds. Included here will be my writings (stories, poems, etc.), posts about others works of fiction, and posts about writing in general. Warning: I'll be going back to the 10th Grade for my first posts. That's when I decided to try my hand at fiction, outside of school projects. Anyway, have a great trip and come back soon! (Feel free to leave comments.)

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Death Trip

Death Trip

The stars shine like night lights in the sky.
In his state of mind, he flies free.
He is away and very high;
and it's not with eyes that he can see.

His mind moves swiftly down unlit halls,
but somehow still he can see
colored light bouncing off the walls.
The shadows dance for a time, but soon they flee.

Everything in his mind
moves in a constant direction;
which for him is rewind,
through every memory and section.

The bright sun has given a despairing wave,
but a grin spreads on the face of the moon.
There is no longer a difference he can crave;
both are continually up now, whether midnight or noon.

On the clock the pendulum swings,
Even though the time remains stock still.
The bells still sound their dongs and their dings,
giving him the rush of an adrenaline thrill.

Suddenly the world is gone;
now there is nothing but space.
He no longer cares to hang on,
or remain in this lucid place.

Quick comes a noise one can barely hear.
It sounds like the hiss of a snake;
now the red comes without fear.
And soon he lies still, in his own crimson lake.

*Written 12/4/1995. As far as I can recall, I wrote this one mostly just to fuck with the kids in creative writing...

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