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Urban Decay
Walking down allies,
With nowhere to go,
Past broken dreams
And shattered windows.
Rusted remains
On littered ground,
Decrepit structures
Degraded and browned.
Corrupted, dilapidated,
Deteriorated places.
What would you say
If these buildings had faces?
Eroded, corroded
And weather-worn
These transient lives are
Too far gone to mourn.
Faded and jaded,
As fleeting as dust,
One day we’ll all
Be a part of this rust.
It’s all been torn down
And we’re left to grow.
Would we go and change it
With all that we know?
It’s too late,
We’ve lost our way.
Just another example of
Urban decay.
Walking down allies,
With nowhere to go,
Past broken dreams
And shattered windows.
Rusted remains
On littered ground,
Decrepit structures
Degraded and browned.
Corrupted, dilapidated,
Deteriorated places.
What would you say
If these buildings had faces?
Eroded, corroded
And weather-worn
These transient lives are
Too far gone to mourn.
Faded and jaded,
As fleeting as dust,
One day we’ll all
Be a part of this rust.
It’s all been torn down
And we’re left to grow.
Would we go and change it
With all that we know?
It’s too late,
We’ve lost our way.
Just another example of
Urban decay.
Literature
but the stars are too loud to hear them
it's a summer night again. i think
it has been a million years since i lived
through a summer night.
everything is so much louder in summer,
the windows thrown wide and the whole world
shouting, echoing up from the street,
and that screaming aching space between the window pane
and my heart, where
the late scent of lilacs
burrowed, where your hands clawed at the glass
and i let you in
with the breeze and the laughing
cinquefoil faces.
where is the dull neglectable roar,
washed away in the sweet tides of everything blooming,
new colors crying out for the stars
to fall on their petals,
and lift them up,
and let them in
to the bleak brightness
Literature
Heliolatry
Yesterday i attempted to find the means to express my feelings to you,
to describe the way it feels when your hair curls round your head
like thorns thatching itself upon sleeping beauty's castle,
how when your eyes lock onto mine i wish i could throw the key away.
And your voice is mellifluous,
like birds chirping at sunrise, my day hasn't started until i've heard your call,
and you're the sun;
the world tipping and singing to your every rise and fall-
But despite the million sentiments and more i send to you,
none define the faultless paradigm you are
or my nonsensical rapture towards your spirit,
but there's no need for any explanation
Literature
Deer
You came back in the fall
and I told you you could go —
already almost gone
like the deer I came upon one day,
slow breathing beside me
before it leaped. You stayed
and stayed and now the air
is crisp with lack of you.
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Paired with "Another Day" as an English assignment, 2008. HERE. [link]
Moved from main account ~jinxedbyemily. Used as inspiration in [link] by ~GhostedArt
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This one stirs a lot of memories for me. An old railroad town called Hamlet, NC, that died an agonizing death...