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glass scales and steel exoskeletons

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the shades of gray
that paint
the concrete trees
that glitter with scales of glass
and steel exoskeletons
are beautiful
I suppose

and the morals 
of the people here
seem to match
every possible shade
of gray
always in between

never entirely here
nor there
a purgatory
a maze 
that I will never finish
let me out 
of this labyrinth,
I cry

nobody hears me
or at least nobody 
cares to stop
another beggar on the
cobblestoned corner
the sidewalk stained
with god knows what
or perhaps 
even god 
hasn’t been informed

I shrink 
in this concrete jungle
played down to a speck
a pebble lost 
in a gravel driveway
a sea of humans
and noise
and infinite grays

the color
comes through
signs that scream
and dance
and lure us in
sirenlike signals

and the people
with their ideas
and words
and clothes and music
and sound
I still feel small

but I know this corner
this little circle
and I can navigate by
the stars I cannot see
because I know 
how the ground looks 
below them
and I know
the colors here
the beauty that hides
within the power of people

 

 

Another poem inspired by @thepensword (Urban Hive go read it) and also by the biggest US city I ever visited I actually really love cities but I was small so I was overwhelmed and don’t really remember much of it. But, I now have a whole bunch of other city poems I want to write so I’m out of my sad uncreative spiral! 

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11 minutes ago, queenie_flower said:


the sidewalk stained
with god knows what
or perhaps 
even god 
hasn’t been informed

I like this part because before you get to the last line you can think that the ground is spattered with god. The meaning changes once you read the whole thing, but you still get both ideas.

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