the city

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  • Allegory
    • papermirrors
    • It's been a few years since I've checked in..... Looking forward to reading and writing on here again.

    the city

    brown paper bags floating on the sea of concrete slabs.
    candy wrappers fly through the air
    like butterflies with graceful movements.
    shattered glass sparkle,
    reflecting sunlight into the eyes of the observer.
    children on bikes swerve around it
    respecting it's powers.
    flat cigarette butts decorate the streets as numerous as the stars.
    metal fences surround the green grass with signs that scream
    "KEEP OFF"
    a daisy stretches out of the soil it's bright yellow head curiously peeking through the steel bars of so called protection. longing to be touched, smelled, admired,....

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    papermirrors’s Poems (21)

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    Last Hug 0
    used to be 0
    Ugly Side 0
    Untitled 0
    OFF THE TOP 0
    Mind Company 3
    HOMO ILLUMINOUS 0
    peace 1
    the city 0
    reborn 1
    hangover 0
    projection 0
    a glimpse 0
    rise and fall of man 1
    insomnia 1
    offspring 0
    "sentencing day" 1
    untitled 2
    "prose......" 0
    "Shhhhhh Juslisten" 4
    untitled 0