I am youth. I gaze outwards, melancholy. The city is gnarled. It stares inwards, listless. Resignation painted all over the tall, dusk lit buildings which stand uneasy like old teeth. Busy roads run over exposed gum between the gaps. The rain washes over everything like palsy saliva, forcing bacteria and umbrellas into the buildings and under the ground, to futher the decay of this once great city.
that is striking very cynical though i live here too i'm quite mystified by this old city right now i'm gonna try and write a poem to counter you cynicism someday much love but millie here says she doesnt like it much
LOL! I know it's cynical. It's how I feel sometimes. I have a love-hate relationship with London...that probably means I am fonder of it that I let on! I hate the first and last lines - I want to keep the sentiment but use better words - any suggestions?!! Anyway I look forward to hearing your more upbeat account of London, and maybe I'll accept the challenge too and try and come up with something more positive!! Thanks for responding Love Skinny
I like your stuff.... yo... and I would love to visit london someday in the future, be glad you don't live in Antler, Oklahoma... look it up.... sad sad little place.. *sigh*
