The prisoner by the window
Gets the motivation needed
Concluding to return to bed
Thinking about his servants back home
He holds his crucifix to be strong
While loneliness brings back memories
Speaking now to himself,
Pride, fate, and history seem lost.
Inspired by Bram Stoker’s Dracula
Helpless and overpowered
Deception and doubt hover over me
Struggling on desperate straits
Cautious menial idolatrous feelings
With disfavoring essence and
Tangible
At
Glory is fate.
Inspired by Bram Stoker’s Dracula
There was silence in the air,
An empty feeling of nothing,
A snowy feeling of shivering coldness,
Time passing by so slowly,
And then eventually the sunshine is up,
An odd unfamiliar feeling,
The feeling of insanity,
And thoughts and mindlessness,
The dusty air passing through time,
And then it’s all over and done with.
Inspired by page thirty-seven
of Ray Bradbury’s
Fahrenheit 451
Prisoner down the stairs
Peering out
Conviction of helplessness
Overpowered
Look, think, mad
Timed rat
Quietly life best done
Still yet definite conclusion
Ideas imprisoned himself
Trusted facts
Inspired by Bram Stoker’s Dracula
Conviction of my helplessness overpowered
Life
Imprisoned
My
Knowledge
My fears
Fright
The giving of the Crucifix
Loneliness and trouble
Tangible help
Memories of sympathy
I must find
Glory
Fate
Inspired by Bram Stoker’s Dracula
I – a prisoner
Wild feeling over me rushed
Peering, I found conviction
And helplessness over-
powered all other feelings.
Mad conviction had come quietly
Life was still and definite, certain
I am imprisoned with motives
Inspired by Bram Stoker’s Dracula
Roaring with accusation,
Bombarded with light
An open rush blazed in his mind.
Wild devotion with insanity of mindlessness
Curiosity was trembling.
Inspired by page thirty-seven
of Ray Bradbury’s
Fahrenheit 451
Never feel rushed
Never am overpowered
Never think
Come up with my own conclusions
Trust and assured of myself
Have strength
In my own King
Inspired by Bram Stoker’s Dracula
I found, I was a prisoner
A Sort of wild feeling, that
Rushed up and down, the
Conviction of my Helplessness
That overpowered me
All feelings,
As I look back have been
Time
As I convicted to be,
Were helplessness.
As quietly done,
In my life, began to think What
Is best,
Thinking still as yet
No definite conclusion, but Yet
One thing only, my ideas Known,
But imprisoned, which has Doubts,
By its own motives that Would
Fully and to my fears
My Eyes open, being Deceived, has cursed Desperate straits, which I Need,
And shall need,
All to Conclusion
And I know
That only confirmation is surely it is
Proof, that all people Have Been taught to Regard, a Whole History about, Grasping over
Own pride, their glory, His Glory
Explained by saying my name is pride, and pride is my glory.
Inspired by Bram Stoker’s Dracula
While spoiling myself with laughter and jokes
I’m accused of being happy.
I shake off all of the irritation of everything.
Fluttering in the light, snowy but delicate
I rush into the sunshine.
I devote myself to magazines, they’re dusty
But the curiosity is trembling.
Inspired by page thirty-seven
of Ray Bradbury’s
Fahrenheit 451
