concrete jungle of broken buildings
smothered in barbed wire bandages
to keep the bricks all healed
tube stations of white suits
navy suits
track suits
no suits
black suits
work suits
suits you ma'am
but no one speaks
a concrete silent jungle
deforestised to make way for trees
to counteract polluted souls
polluted minds
polluted politics
seeping to the core
this concrete jungle is abandoned
or at least
health and safety say it should be
Author notes
contest piece ^_^ prompt was local area.
In a list
A contest entry
- Your Neck of the Woods by Olivias Violin.
575 points, ended July 24, 16 entries
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Brilliant!
Reallyyyyy love this bit
"tube stations of white suits
navy suits
track suits
no suits
black suits
work suits
suits you ma'am
but no one speaks"
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hehe thankies.
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Chilling!
and original
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awh thank you ^_^
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ooooh I love it.
so true and poignant.
and the last stanza just rings true.
tube stations of white suits
navy suits
track suits
no suits
black suits
work suits
suits you ma'am
but no one speaks <-- and for some reason that stanza stood out to me and i love it
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its true though; no one speaks to each other on the tube, or public transport.
many thanks for commenting ^_^
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This is an impressive piece.
Concrete jungles and asphalt rivers... This is very different to what I'm used to you writing, but in a good way. I agree with the comment below. It's good to leave your comfort zone occasionally, and delve into depths, unknown. You do it well.
Bravo
'D' (Scott)

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a sleepy mind means weird thoughts... maybe i should stay up til insane hours more often...
many thanks hon ^_^ lets kill the comfort zone.
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Actually I really like it. It's different for you I think, but it works really well.
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thanks hon ^_^ yea contest poetry does that to me, forces me to think outside my comfort zone, then i use it back in my comfort zone to increase it. clever much ^_^
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