As I close my eyes I let the music wash over me
Feeling the rhythm pulse in my veins.
Holding onto my thoughts lest they wash away
In the stream of consciousness,
I cry as the tide washes up a memory best forgotten.
     The night is warm outside, it smells like rain.
Coming in through the broken glass windows
Is the moonlight that half-shadows our dazed faces.
A quick flare of a lighter as someone inhales,
Harsh noise in the sudden silence of the music's end.
The world spins my head backwards as I float off into space.
     I am detached, as if there are no consequences
Or even any future, a couple of hours from now
We will still be here, in spirit, we cannot leave
The future does not exist, it is created now as it happens.
So there is no use planning for it.
     'Can you still drive?'
But we shouldn't go home, to end this moment is painful
And seemingly sacrilegious. He stands up, and the future
Intrudes on us, forcing us to feel its existence,
The impending sense of it, like the rainstorm that will break
When I get home, hitting me like a wave of consequences.
Author notes
Far too serious to win, but I thought you might like a break from the utter nonsense that you always inspire us to enter into this series. And I love how no matter how infrequently I visit AP now, I always seem to be hanging around again at the right time for this sticky goodness time after time.
No fRoziN MeeTLuF un a sTiCk
Written September 17th, 2006
A contest entry
- Tempus Fugit by Long Road Home.
2007 points, ended May 29, 2007, 53 entries
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Sorry, but it was after midnight. My kids are sick, and I'm getting no sleep and my brain is moosh. I did fully intend to, so now I have. Is that better?
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BTW... I'm only slightly disappointed that you didn't join my big fluffy lovable shiny happy group...
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hahahahaha lolling at the notion that your infrequent visits randomly coincide with meatloaf series contests! If you hung around more, you'd realize that this contest has been going on now for close to a month now, and may remain in that state until new years day... Actually, it has closed for judging three times now which I find to be necessary in order to get any entries at all... seems the good writers of AP prefer entering contests that are set to close any second now, so I placate them by allowing this crapheap to close at least twice a month before I actually close it for judging... I even suspect that I wrote that up there somewhere in the rules, but DAMN! I can't read them all the way through anymore without going completely brain-dead
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