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Bottled
White noise floods down the stairwell,
I drop my bag, my hopes, and sigh,
I shouldn't have expected today to be different,
Grimy, gray light distorts the room, blurring the lines,
Occasionally a burst of muted color tints the haze, but only for a moment,
Glumly, dejected, I cast around for a book, a magazine, anything,
A newspaper clipping would suffice,
But there are none,
Everything is digital now,
The eerie light throws my shadow against the wall, where it hangs silently,
Watching me,
Thirsty, I go to the tap,
Creeping,
Not wanting them to know I'm home,
Not that they could hear me,
Not that they would hear me,
Groping blindly, I fumble for the nozzle,
Until I remember the faucet is voice activated,
I'm no longer thirsty,
Tossing the glass away, I cast around for something, anything,
All the while, flashing lights and thunder cascade down the cold, ebony stairs,
I almost go to the door,
I almost break through the webs, the chains,
Until I remember there is nothing to break out for,
The garden is gone, and the grass too,
My shadow smiles knowingly,
Startled, I find myself at the base of the stairwell,
Lifting my gaze, I feel the dull ache behind my eyes resurface,
I can feel my mind decay,
My heart contract,
For I know what is in that room,
I know where my family sits, where they sit daily,
And I feel the void returning,
But though my feet drag, I am pushed forward,
My mind, warped from hours wasted, lusts unwittingly for what's ahead,
My limbs reply, tired from supporting my skeletal frame, eager to resume their natural repose,
So I climb,
I climb despite my despair,
And I enter the room, with all its lights and colors and sounds and noises,
And take my seat,
But I don't notice the gray walls, or the sparse furnishing,
My only interest is the picture box,
The beautiful picture box,
With all its melodies and sweet, sweet images,
And I forget what I wanted to forget,
And I am bottled,
Bottled and subdued.
White noise floods down the stairwell,
I drop my bag, my hopes, and sigh,
I shouldn't have expected today to be different,
Grimy, gray light distorts the room, blurring the lines,
Occasionally a burst of muted color tints the haze, but only for a moment,
Glumly, dejected, I cast around for a book, a magazine, anything,
A newspaper clipping would suffice,
But there are none,
Everything is digital now,
The eerie light throws my shadow against the wall, where it hangs silently,
Watching me,
Thirsty, I go to the tap,
Creeping,
Not wanting them to know I'm home,
Not that they could hear me,
Not that they would hear me,
Groping blindly, I fumble for the nozzle,
Until I remember the faucet is voice activated,
I'm no longer thirsty,
Tossing the glass away, I cast around for something, anything,
All the while, flashing lights and thunder cascade down the cold, ebony stairs,
I almost go to the door,
I almost break through the webs, the chains,
Until I remember there is nothing to break out for,
The garden is gone, and the grass too,
My shadow smiles knowingly,
Startled, I find myself at the base of the stairwell,
Lifting my gaze, I feel the dull ache behind my eyes resurface,
I can feel my mind decay,
My heart contract,
For I know what is in that room,
I know where my family sits, where they sit daily,
And I feel the void returning,
But though my feet drag, I am pushed forward,
My mind, warped from hours wasted, lusts unwittingly for what's ahead,
My limbs reply, tired from supporting my skeletal frame, eager to resume their natural repose,
So I climb,
I climb despite my despair,
And I enter the room, with all its lights and colors and sounds and noises,
And take my seat,
But I don't notice the gray walls, or the sparse furnishing,
My only interest is the picture box,
The beautiful picture box,
With all its melodies and sweet, sweet images,
And I forget what I wanted to forget,
And I am bottled,
Bottled and subdued.
I'm actually very proud of this one. I feel like it really gets my message/theme across in a cool way.
I've been editing it like crazy for some competition here at my college. I just recently added the shadow part... I hope it doesn't detract from my message or the feeling of it... Opinions?
Comments and concerns are ALWAYS appreciated! I really want this to be good so feel free to critique and give any suggestion you may have.
Thanks for reading and sorry for the wait!
I've been editing it like crazy for some competition here at my college. I just recently added the shadow part... I hope it doesn't detract from my message or the feeling of it... Opinions?
Comments and concerns are ALWAYS appreciated! I really want this to be good so feel free to critique and give any suggestion you may have.
Thanks for reading and sorry for the wait!
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Now this is nice, very nice. I like the shadow part, like some extra somebody watching how everybody submits to his reign.
And I have to say I was curious to what it was about. I was constantly thinking "What is in the room"
But I have to admit that I didn't have a TV in mind, but a seat connected to a virtual world/the net.
And I have to say I was curious to what it was about. I was constantly thinking "What is in the room"
But I have to admit that I didn't have a TV in mind, but a seat connected to a virtual world/the net.