um...i'm not very good at writing, and I was gonna put this on fanficition.net,but i wasn't sure it was good enough,so I thought i'd post it here first and see what you guys think.I was also planning on writing more,but again not sure I should bother.I'm also not sure if it's prose, poetry,story?I got the feel it from this book I read Psyche in a Dress
-ninjas away out of embarrsement-
It was addictive
the bright dazzling lights, surrounded all
catching everyone who dared to enter
Their warm rays so gentle at first
truly it was as nurturing as a mother’s caress to a newborn
as beautiful, and magical as they say
The desperate souls who dragged themselves upwards
embraced its warmth
bathed in its light
lived only off its presence
They’d dance along in the high of it all
until their skin burned, sweetly
marking their once unknown faces
When the wild bright lights of the day left them, as it always did
they’d pile away to another source
Artificially filling them with its nectar
the bright, bright lights making them forget all else
-----------------------------------------
He watched again as another soon fell into
the sweet entanglement of this world
It was nothing new
this place so wonderful and so cruel
It was his home
his domain
He directed movies
with the same old girls
iced with the bright gleaming Hollywood lights
the look of hunger and desire upon their once invisible faces
Afterwards he’d go out to feed like the others
His skin, incrusted with the day
And the natural dye of the lights
Gave him the look of a an accursed sun god
-----
She walked in quietly
like that gentle wind that caresses one’s cheek
when you’re lost in thought
She was different from the rest
Casting a strange sort of light herself
with no warmth or glow about it
Something entirely different
but just as alluring
The way she moved so free and elegant
so different from the wild rhythm of the feeding frenzy
as if to mock this whole place for its weakness
As he breathed out the smoke surrounding him like spirits of the undead
his one desire was then to watch her get caught in the bright lights
and burn like all those she mocked
He approached her
careful to keep himself from becoming caught in her silver lining
asking if she wanted to be in show biz
Her eyes a reflection of the ever unfamiliar moon in their strangeness,
watched him as if in caution
like an Amazon taking her first steps into the modern world
Gingerly, least she not be careful and be killed,
like the stories she was rocked to sleep in
she danced away,
--
The image burned in him brighter than any lights
-ninjas away out of embarrsement-It was addictive
the bright dazzling lights, surrounded all
catching everyone who dared to enter
Their warm rays so gentle at first
truly it was as nurturing as a mother’s caress to a newborn
as beautiful, and magical as they say
The desperate souls who dragged themselves upwards
embraced its warmth
bathed in its light
lived only off its presence
They’d dance along in the high of it all
until their skin burned, sweetly
marking their once unknown faces
When the wild bright lights of the day left them, as it always did
they’d pile away to another source
Artificially filling them with its nectar
the bright, bright lights making them forget all else
-----------------------------------------
He watched again as another soon fell into
the sweet entanglement of this world
It was nothing new
this place so wonderful and so cruel
It was his home
his domain
He directed movies
with the same old girls
iced with the bright gleaming Hollywood lights
the look of hunger and desire upon their once invisible faces
Afterwards he’d go out to feed like the others
His skin, incrusted with the day
And the natural dye of the lights
Gave him the look of a an accursed sun god
-----
She walked in quietly
like that gentle wind that caresses one’s cheek
when you’re lost in thought
She was different from the rest
Casting a strange sort of light herself
with no warmth or glow about it
Something entirely different
but just as alluring
The way she moved so free and elegant
so different from the wild rhythm of the feeding frenzy
as if to mock this whole place for its weakness
As he breathed out the smoke surrounding him like spirits of the undead
his one desire was then to watch her get caught in the bright lights
and burn like all those she mocked
He approached her
careful to keep himself from becoming caught in her silver lining
asking if she wanted to be in show biz
Her eyes a reflection of the ever unfamiliar moon in their strangeness,
watched him as if in caution
like an Amazon taking her first steps into the modern world
Gingerly, least she not be careful and be killed,
like the stories she was rocked to sleep in
she danced away,
--
The image burned in him brighter than any lights
