#concretejungle
Tattooed and holding cleavers,
we chop off our limbs
to give as random gifts
and lop off each other’s
to sew onto ourselves
between rotting brown brick towers
on infinitely numbered streets
in dim drywall suites
all along the gray, hazy horizon
hanging rusting lamps
flicker incandescent light and
swing above our pill heads
whose floating eyes
dilate
to watch drops of blood
mix
as the needle and thread
yank us closer to becoming
clones.
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC
And suddenly
Here I was
In the concrete jungle
Surrounded by prada totting hyenas
And cologne soaked pumas
Immersed in their talk boxes
Making enough noise to wake up a hibernating bear
And there I was
In the midst of the chaos
A scared and lost kitten
Over stimulated by the screeches and smells
And roaring machinery
Yearning to be back in the woods
Back to the silence
Where you can faintly hear the flowers blooming and the bees buzzing
But here I am
In the concrete jungle
Learning to love the prada totting hyenas
And cologne soaked pumas
Learning to be grateful
For the silence that I endure once in a while
The concrete jungle
My home
My new adventure
A kitten who is turning into a lioness.
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 10:58 PM UTC
Towering concrete
flora and fauna struggle
to find their footing.
Sep 7, 2024
Sep 7, 2024 at 8:37 AM UTC
The concrete jungle
is a mixture of successes
and failed dreams,
And we have been sifting
through this place now
for years.
The lights are dazzling
but sometimes cold,
You're a kindred spirit--
warm, beautiful, and bold.
Please don't let
the concrete jungle
gobble up a flicker of you.
Burn through all the tribulations,
Burn bright,
Burn blue.
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 3:27 PM UTC
It used to be
Just the sun, the sea.
And I used to gaze
How -
The sun’s faint rays stretch
And ricochet off the ebbing waves;
How -
The blazing, burning ball of fire
Kindles sparks of white
On the palpitating span of sapphire.
And sometimes,
I remain -
- patiently,
As the first pearls of rain
Trickle down my window
And into the waves,
Lilting, clear,
Like the clinking of champagne beers,
Creating rings of
Endless possibilities.
On hazy days,
The sky
Is a confusing golden gray.
It is a muted sweetness,
A muted softness,
A muted solace.
Now I sojourn by the window,
Silent, still,
Just like the sun, the sea.
So together we await,
Hopelessly as the concrete creeps
Higher
And
Higher
Until we are engulfed forever
In silent protest.
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 3:31 PM UTC
Rollin' through the streets, shadows deep in the night,
City lights flicker, and I feel the fright.
Voices in my mind, they talkin' loud, they gettin' fed,
Can't shake this feelin'—it's all in my head.
Concrete jungle, where dreams get crushed,
Survivin' day by day, tryin’ not to rush.
Hustlin' on the daily, gotta make that bread,
Livin' on the edge—it's all in my head.
Brothers on the corner, eyes on the prize,
But every step forward, someone's cuttin' ties.
Steel bars and sirens, my fate's in threads,
Dodgin' bullets and lies—it's all in my head.
Heart heavy, can't find no peace,
Demons in the dark, they on the release.
Mama's prayers, hopes hangin' by a thread,
Holdin' on to faith—it's all in my head.
Love feels distant, trust is rare,
In a world so cold, who really cares?
But somewhere deep, where my dreams get fed,
Hope still whispers softly—it's all in my head.
Concrete can't crush the spirit we hold,
Through the tears and pain, still bold.
Livin’ and survivin', dreams not dead,
Strivin' for tomorrow—it's all in my head.
Sep 6, 2024
Sep 6, 2024 at 12:58 PM UTC