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The cob webbed city sticks to my dirty skin,
as I pass through its predator strings.
On the corners are hustlers, men with wigs and worn heels,
selling their wares, fighting with women,
over property rights.
Traffic moves slow, crawling along like a large slug,
melting into the blacktop.
Your eyes get accustom to waves of heat,
rising like dragons from the burning street.
The musky smell of filth singes the air,
while old men linger by drug stores and bars,
smoking old cigarettes they found, coughing.
Hey buddy, do you have a light, some change?
Still, I'm alone.
A wanderer, born from tainted soil,
surviving on wits and will.
Stopping at every liquor store and chili parlor,
searching for pennies.
Knowing each minute as a day,
as I stick on the soles of society's shoes.
A reminder they don't want to see.
That young is old when left to fend for themselves,
and evil is a weapon never born from a gentle touch.
Gray days are constant,
as life becomes motion with unintended reasons.
Stopping long enough to disappear in the city's web.
People passing by see only dirty shoulders and backs,
leaning against graffiti walls,
trying to stay out of the rain,
until the doors open and the soup line moves.
It's there I feel human, before wandering back,
to my rags and cardboard.
I'll try to sleep away despair as humanity passes by,
with their cold collective misunderstanding of misery and pain,
carried on the backs of the unfortunate homeless,
as we lay in the garbage of society's world,
crying without tears, holding on,
until we just let go and fall into the abyss,
where our bodies are then removed as Jane Doe.
contest A Poem Time Forgot
When They Were Reversed Leitmotif Seria
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By:Contralto Mezzo By: Castrato Bel Canto
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I told a friend A standard set up
and she confirmed the same the reverse can lead to
it's that part of love and loving confusion
that no seems to say when the arrangement is swapped
a situation where thus is non-traditional in
when this arrangement is swapped A standard order
To those accustom to a certain
way of doing things
it can be a difficult
adaptation
to be ruined, defeated,or outwitted,
through trickery or deception
cheated or swindled out of something
cursed cause I failed to win
polite and less informal
won't go that route again
exhausted exploration of something else
"euchred" if they fail to win
the number of tricks they promised
tired in the literal sense
the general sense in meaning
use of the word to express
the way this man is feeling
Life is high and low state
Depending on how you assimilate things
The eyes is the window of your soul
Your perception differs the meaning
On top your sight is too sharp
Even the slightest movement you can discuss
Below things you see is limited and grounded
But very realistic and meaningful life.
Life you live here is all written
There's a writer up above that do the jotting
Whether seen or even the secret can't hide
Our life is borrowed yet destined
To make your own history a sad or happy life
Depending what role you act in this life's movie
Doing good or bad acting in life matters
Will determine your real fate in the ending part.
It's the view from the top
That makes your ego on high
The impression sound impossible
Since you accustom living below
Your eyes look down in fascination
All beautiful things underneath
But because of danger you wish on land
To permanently register your humbleness.
Going back to your normal state life
You differentiate two things with awe
Of how life is fortunate to glimpse
The chance to see life be on top or below
On top you see things in small spectrum
Here below you see thing in grandeur dismay
In totality, you grow in grace with wisdom
For all you see will come to note on soul.
You held everything together when it seemed everything was crumbling down.
If it's any consultation I'll be the first to admit.
I miss you with everything I have in me.
It's not that beautiful face or the body that accompanies it.
It's those huge eyes that I could stare into forever.
With all the time we've spent with each other.
As the time we spend far from each other.
I miss the goofy big haired girl that always made me laugh.
The wit to fall in love with someone like me.
The things I reveal in braille.
You took every part of me and wore me with your look.
Your fashionista sensibility.
You make the simplest of anything that much better.
I grew accustom to those moments.
The moments I never sought in anyone else.
I could never look at anyone the way I looked at you.
Eccentric and fun.
A model that rips the runway of my eye.
A pretty face that made every idea that much brighter.
It was always the sincerity of how you looked at everything.
From your hair.
Your smile.
I miss that.
The precious feeling when I'd hold you in my arms.
The need to protect something as precious as you.
Life makes the simplest of anything complicated.
I sought to protect and cherish you with everything I have.
My heart in love with everything you are.
You irk me, you irritate me. You press my every right button.
Most of all I could never look at another woman the way that I've looked at you.
The reasons I miss you, that I love you so.
You changed my perspective of what love is.
I irritate you for the beauty found in those moments.
To miss a flight and spend just a second more.
Forgetting the public eye, to fade off.
The things we keep between you and I.
Your sense of humor.
Your tongue against the side of my neck.
We've shared pieces of ourselves that I know deep down we wish we could take back.
But all the money in the world couldn't make any other moment that more important.
Pride aside, I left the best part of me with you.
If I could do it all again I wouldn't change a thing.
You inspire me without solemn apology.
Because of you I am different.
The quality of how special you are.
Deep down I crumbled.
You inspired me to find the beauty in the rubble
when beauty met the beast
she was a cutie, he was a beast
she thought that she'd speak to him at least
and at least find out what made
a beast, a beast
as the beast looked at her
he wondered; what a feast
but the way she spoke to him
was gentle and curiosity increased
he found her some what pleasant
and laid his aggression aside
for now he'd grown accustom
and hoped she would abide
as time past he looked at her
as he never did before
tender conversations
brought his knees to the floor
she'd become his weakness
his task forever more
he liked to hear her voice
and see her walk through the door
on holidays there were presents
on birthdays a feast
each special day that brought her presence
was a holy day to say the least
now i am wholly human
and i can tell you well
that jealousy fits us humans
and beast very well
one look at competition
can take us all to hell
we can never avoid perdition
when one other than God
we our souls sell
and from God comes the testing
old men and prophets tell
the beast asked God for patience
and God knows how to teach it well
the next time the beast see's beauty
there is a ring on her hand
he didn't care to mention it
but that was one thing he couldn't stand
worn down he ask her
what the ring meant on her hand
slowly she confided, it meant she'd
marry another man
the beast now was furious
he did not understand
that all these years confiding
he was suppose to be the man
what then would become of her
his conscious did demand
all the years he spent with her
were coming to an end
yet love had one more service
his heart would command
tell the maid he loved her
and ask her for her hand
let all the powers of wickedness
and goodness take their stand
upon this maids answer
i'll bravely take my chance
when beauty met the beast
she was a cutie, he was a beast
she thought that she would speak to him
and find out what made
the beast, a beast
as the beast looked at her
he wondered; what a feast
but the way she spoke to him
made gentleness and curiosity increased
he found her some what pleasant
and laid his aggression aside
for now he'd grown accustom
and hoped she would abide
as time past he looked at her
as he never did before
tender conversations
brought his knees to the floor
she'd become his weakness
his task forever more
he liked to hear her voice
and see her walking through the door
on holidays there were presents
on birthdays a feast
each special day that brought her presence
was a holy day to say the least
now i am wholly human
and i can tell you well
that jealousy fits us humans
and beast very well
one look at competition
can take us all to hell
we can never avoid perdition
when one other than God
we our souls sell
and from God comes the testing
old men and prophets tell
the beast asked God for patience
and God knows how to teach it well
the next time the beast see's beauty
there is a ring on her hand
he didn't care to mention it
but that was one thing he couldn't stand
worn down he ask her
what the ring meant on her hand
slowly she confided, it meant she'd
marry another man
the beast now was furious
he did not understand
that all these years confiding
he was suppose to be the man
what then would become of her
his conscious did demand
all the years he spent with her
were coming to an end
yet love had one more service
his heart would command
tell the maid he loved her
and ask her for her hand
let all the powers of wickedness
and goodness take their stand
upon this maids answer
i'll bravely take my chance
I know what it feels to be alone... do you?
It will take a toll out of you to be an exclusion
For when only those who have peak... knew
That a toll is nothing more but a revelation
I’m always alright will always be my answer
Knowing they who ask will never know
And silently we await for whose lives be better
However loud upon we exclaim to show...
I wanted to ask but leave you be
Is it not a fantasy we reckon?
There always will be an otherwise we see
Beyond living a life to be accustom
Do you still feel like running away?
Or have you accepted who you are?
Never to be good yet learning to say okay
With life only misguiding the near and far
I know what it feels to have somebody... do you?
It will take a toll out of you to be an inclusion
For when only those who have peak... knew
That a toll is nothing more but a revelation
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A beautiful house in midst of mountains misty morning Aroma of half bloomed flower
Melodies song of pretty birds,
These are few memories,
I left behind in my little hamlet.
Not much Accustom to city habit,
I know city life is not sordid and grime,
As,I gazed through the window of
my motor wheels, I could spectacle the hustle and bustle of city
stylish tall skyscrapers,Embellishing shrines
with architect touch ,Historical monuments
are the scenic identity of a majestic city,
with so much to explore in a city,
I skeptic city life is never dull or boredom,
I disembark from the bus,
Walking across the street,
l could here the train whistle at a distance,
The sound of subway rumble,
slowly day light faded away city light glow,
Twilight from the above skyscrapers,
The city gets ready for night,
City never promise you a serene life.
Make yourself comfortable,
to live a earnest city life.
Thousands of light among many homes
There's one light that reserves for you
Waiting for you that you can come in
And who cares for you that calls it home
As you resides day by day love is accustom
Courage is burning and keep light shining
Being together always is like cooking nice food
The belly is well-fed for relationship to bloom
Sometimes, rain and storm might affect light to flicker
Both shelthering hands always there to rescue necessarily
To shade light and keep the light working
In case of strong calamity the light may take off
There is a reserve charging light in case of emergency
Marriage and relationship is like light that need care and propriety.
A man and a woman are living
in a jungle. The man has lived there
all his life but the woman is new
so she's scared. The jungle is full
of snapping turtles and they are hunting some.
The man knows how to hunt them
and he kills a huge one. They drag it home
and leave it on a wooden table
in a clearing overnight. He says to the woman
Tomorrow you will clean it and cook it
in a soup. This
will accustom her to turtles
and make her less afraid.
The next morning they wake up.
But when they go into the clearing
the turtle is gone
and there's a trail of blood
leading into the jungle.
The woman panics with terror
but the man is no longer
concerned with that: he grabs
his weapons and follows
the blood into the forest.