Smudged fingertips trace your skin;
Over your mouth lined with dirt stained lipstick.
Take my freezing cold hand and walk with me,
We'll make it through our upper class slum.
Forget about our tangled hair,
And dust covered bodies.
Pretend danger isn't all around us
And just dance to those sirens.
Put on your holed- knitted ball gown,
And I'll put on my dirty denim tux.
We can dance on the cardboard stage
While we drink cheap wine from foam cups.
There is freedom on these streets.
We can have a holiday whenever we want;
In our Summer Hostel vacation home,
Where their is food and warmth.
When the night is cruel and people crueler,
The lamplight night light can protect us
And we can hide under the sleeping bag covers,
Till the street monsters just fade away.
We can make it through the city's jungle,
Just me and you my homeless princess.
This life is easier than the ones we left behind,
Now take my hand and we'll stroll through our...
Upper class slum.
Author notes
I don't know what this is really supposed to be, but the idea is there is a couple of teenagers trying to create a fantasy world around them even though they're homeless. The perspective is from the guy in this poem (I don't know why) and he is the main person just imagining that they're really on top of the world.
What did you think?
Comments
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Well done ashy! I liked this storyline you created because its a rarely touched issue within our society and you have portrayed it in such a fascinating and tactful way. I actually felt sorry for the couple and I wanted to give them a big hug, some soup and take them in for the night! Beautiful write ashlie, great title and it flowed so well. You're such a great writter!
Love Swintha
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A flourishing love, defying all circumstaces. The concept is beautiful, and it was easy poem to read (beyond the grey text on the grey background).
I really liked the Homeless princess ideal. Though not quite to the extreme, more people should ignore circumstances and think that way.
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