May 13, 2011
We only look for tomorrow. Sharp sounds give us the time. Inside and outside all at once. Gray buildings give off long shadows. There is a small girl petting a large dog. Feeble greens burst through cracked pavement. The girl is sad. The girl only looks for tomorrow. Lights go on. Our eyes adjust to ink and fluorescence. We take the girl with us, for she is sad and abused. We wander away.
I only smell smoke, there is no coffee left. Do you feel empty as well? Crushed dreams fall out of windows and under the wheels of dusty cars. The air is full of smoke. Africa seems nice right now. I’m sick of giant dogs and broken-winged birds. The girl is crying but I don’t know what to do. The city is large and we are small. If that is good or bad I’m yet to find out. I can’t stop my shaking for much longer. Soon it will be evening again.

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julywinters1226 said...
Dec. 4, 2011 at 8:29 pm
very interesting.I liked it.:)
Love.Hate.Passion. said...
Oct. 7, 2011 at 10:18 pm
love this <3
CarrieAnn13 said...
Jun. 18, 2011 at 11:17 pm
Hmm...this was a very different poem.  I think you should have put your sentences on separate lines, seeing as this is a poem.  Other than that, I like the mood of the poem.
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