Abecedarian Raving
An unhinged poet or mad raver?
Astonishing lights begin the night's dance,
Blazing in colors, a hypnotic trance.
Crimson and azure, a vibrant display,
Dazzling the senses, in their own way.
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Energetic beats, a pulsating sound,
Filling the air, where rhythms abound.
Glowing neon, in the nocturnal scene,
Heralding a world both wild and serene.
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Intriguing shadows move with the groove,
Jiving to beats they seek to improve.
Kaleidoscopic visions spin and twirl,
Luminous in the raver's whirl.
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Mystical vibes fill the ecstatic space,
Nurturing souls in this energetic place.
Oscillating lights, a visual feast,
Pulsing in time with the electronic beast.
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Quixotic dreams in the party take flight,
Revelers dancing deep into the night.
Synthesizing joy in every beat,
Tantalizing senses, a musical treat.
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Underneath the moon's soft, watchful eye,
Vivid expressions of joy amplified.
Whirls of color in the night sky blend,
X-stasy coursing, as reality bends.
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Youthful spirits soar in the rave's embrace,
Zealously celebrating life's energetic pace.
About the Creator
Jay Kobayashi
A starving writer from LA who aspires to be plagiarized one day. I like to write about academic pieces that identifies philosophy and psychology in pop culture, and sometimes random fun pieces that interests me or the algorithm!
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This is fantastic! You managed to make it rhyme and also make sense with your nightclub setting, and it flows so well. “Glowing neon, in the nocturnal scene, Heralding a world both wild and serene.”- favourite bit. Well done:)