Nightlife

An unexpected perspective, a real experience, of nightclubs. It is not reflective upon the events or lifestyle of clubbers or nightclubs, but a self-reflection of the ways I sometimes see things.

Two hours past midnight,
the nightlife keeps growing wild,
adrenaline brimming
in the enclosed room.

Dizzy,

I spin around
to catch up with crazy lights
that cannot agree
on a common routine.

People leap into the air,
up and down and up again,
toad-like,
weaves bouncing along.

Tongues run loose,
licking make-up off a stranger's face,
they all see a prince
in the drunken man that leaps like a frog.

I am here as well,
dreading every choice I ever made,
wishing death upon this ugly scene.

Everything turns blurry,
crickets echo loudly
in my lonely perception.

Unhappy,
alone,
deserted in a crowd
that exhales tobacco,
jealous of the idiots
able to let loose and not care,
unconsciously alive
more than my conscious self.

Author's Note

No boundaries, go for the brutally honest critique.

Reviews

[emily.c.]

I love the language you used. I've tried to write something like this but you captured the feeling really well. I liked the contrast from the atmosphere when you zeroed in on the individual feelings.