Underground_Network
June 25th, 2009, 11:57 AM
Memories flow back to me
Like electricity surging through
A telephone wire, powering
The heart of the city.
The city comes alive
Through my electric reminiscence,
The brick red, shimmering silver, and midnight black-
Colored buildings sprout from underneath my feet,
Growing taller and taller, until they reach
Jack and the Beanstalk height.
The buildings surge deep into the skyline,
With their multitude of windows,
Some tinted a dark shade of blue,
Others as clear as the sky on a 'perfect' day.
Cars start to spawn from nowhere,
Some old and beat-up, some shiny and brand new.
Pedestrians fall from the sky and land on their feet,
And I find myself in a world far different
From the world that I call home.
I see surges of electricity at my fingertips,
I look into a clothing store's display window,
And examine my reflection:
There is a streak of blue lightning in my eyes.
My hair is standing up as if I'd just been electrocuted.
My entire body appears to have a strange aura around it,
A barely visible, yet highly noticeable shade of sunshine yellow.
I feel my body temperature rise, I feel the world around me slowly shifting...
The people, the pedestrians that descended from the skies,
Turn out not to be angels, but figments of my tasered past...
I see them all, with their familiar faces:
Jane, with her dark green eyes, her long, red hair, and her sinister smile.
She has an umbrella in one hand and a broken promise in the other.
John, with his slicked back, dark brown hair and his menacing hazel eyes,
He stands there unmoving, just glancing at the ground,
With a black boot with a golden buckle on his left foot
And his right foot, exposed, revealing his missing pinky toe.
The day turns darker as I examine the faces more closely;
I look into a car that appears stuck in time,
An old red convertible with its top down.
I see Michele with her golden-brown hair,
Her trademark Oakley sunglasses and her rosy red lips.
She is just about to smoke a Camel cigarette,
With it clutched between her right index and middle fingers,
Several inches from her slightly opened mouth,
That reveals two missing front teeth.
Everything I see appears to have an electrical charge.
It is all powered by some form of negative energy.
The energy is black and blue, like most of my memories.
The energy is feeding my addiction to the past,
And the energy seems to be in constant motion,
Never dying out, simply burning more and more
My already blazing heart.
The city lights, the buildings, the cars,
The various pedestrians walking past me,
Disappear as I stare into the night sky;
There is no lightning in the sky,
There is no more energy around me.
I feel lighter than I did before,
And, out of nowhere,
I feel a sudden chill run down my spine.
Like electricity surging through
A telephone wire, powering
The heart of the city.
The city comes alive
Through my electric reminiscence,
The brick red, shimmering silver, and midnight black-
Colored buildings sprout from underneath my feet,
Growing taller and taller, until they reach
Jack and the Beanstalk height.
The buildings surge deep into the skyline,
With their multitude of windows,
Some tinted a dark shade of blue,
Others as clear as the sky on a 'perfect' day.
Cars start to spawn from nowhere,
Some old and beat-up, some shiny and brand new.
Pedestrians fall from the sky and land on their feet,
And I find myself in a world far different
From the world that I call home.
I see surges of electricity at my fingertips,
I look into a clothing store's display window,
And examine my reflection:
There is a streak of blue lightning in my eyes.
My hair is standing up as if I'd just been electrocuted.
My entire body appears to have a strange aura around it,
A barely visible, yet highly noticeable shade of sunshine yellow.
I feel my body temperature rise, I feel the world around me slowly shifting...
The people, the pedestrians that descended from the skies,
Turn out not to be angels, but figments of my tasered past...
I see them all, with their familiar faces:
Jane, with her dark green eyes, her long, red hair, and her sinister smile.
She has an umbrella in one hand and a broken promise in the other.
John, with his slicked back, dark brown hair and his menacing hazel eyes,
He stands there unmoving, just glancing at the ground,
With a black boot with a golden buckle on his left foot
And his right foot, exposed, revealing his missing pinky toe.
The day turns darker as I examine the faces more closely;
I look into a car that appears stuck in time,
An old red convertible with its top down.
I see Michele with her golden-brown hair,
Her trademark Oakley sunglasses and her rosy red lips.
She is just about to smoke a Camel cigarette,
With it clutched between her right index and middle fingers,
Several inches from her slightly opened mouth,
That reveals two missing front teeth.
Everything I see appears to have an electrical charge.
It is all powered by some form of negative energy.
The energy is black and blue, like most of my memories.
The energy is feeding my addiction to the past,
And the energy seems to be in constant motion,
Never dying out, simply burning more and more
My already blazing heart.
The city lights, the buildings, the cars,
The various pedestrians walking past me,
Disappear as I stare into the night sky;
There is no lightning in the sky,
There is no more energy around me.
I feel lighter than I did before,
And, out of nowhere,
I feel a sudden chill run down my spine.