The City

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  • Sadness

    The City

     Cityscape high expectations beat her cruelly
    She can't see the sun or the level gray
    Only the red that became her life so long ago is available to her now

    Red blood, red anger
    Red eyes glaring in the night
    Vampire bites on her lips
    Only kisses in her dreams

    Haunted by everything that never will be
    the broken dreams and promises
    gouging her eyes out

    Wounds have dust on them
    Leaving her to dream
    Safe movie fragments of rainbow ends
    Dangerous afternoon swamped in audacity

    Was there a day when it could have been

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    connsk8 commented on The City

    06-08-2009

    The more poems I reda, the more I am amazed at the talent out here, I really enjoyed this, and the sarcasm of the picture, I hope you find your dream, if only in your poems...
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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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