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Neighbours
I never quite knew who lived next door. Fleeting glimpses through the curtains. They certainly appeared to be very poor. That I'm sure was very certain. The house was in a state of total disrepair.
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Do You Remember
#projecthumanity(ish). Remember when the world was safe. When kids could play outside all day. When doors weren't locked 'til late at night. when you could trust that man was kind.
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Ordeal
Safety pins on black fabric. Jackets pulled around cold arms. Icy breeze around concrete walls. Pieces of carpet tossed on the floor. Graffiti'd murals, mortar slabs. Heavy wooden desks and chairs.
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Elysium
A putrid stench assaults his nose, forcing a wave of coughs and splutters from his throat. It is the same stench that engulfs every part of this city.
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Bricks
The falling of bricks and stones, To lay on the ground as bones, From the shell of old, the new arrives, The cold passing of time not a surprise...
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Canvas
If the world was your canvas on which to paint With blood and tar With rainbow oil glittering In the red red sky If your scars filled that canvas full A twisted smile on a blank White canvas Would...
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The Abandoned Church
#halloweenparty #thesetting Now no longer do these walls Give back the chant of hymn or psalm No more do flickering candles light On this dark halloween night.
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Just a Matter of Time
#youngwritershousehold. Familiar faces crowding,. Lives spoiled day after day,. The crackling siren sounding,. Trying to keep us at bay,. The tension around us rising,.
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Alone
Evil images flash before my miserable grey eyes. My straight choppy blonde hair sticks to my filthy face. Torn clothes cling to my icy flesh. Crimson cuts and purple bruises crisscross my pale skin.
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My Living Venue
Wind blows in my face, Rain cascades at a fast pace. Cold winds chill me to the bone, Sitting on a bench, all alone. A Drunkard sings his inaudible song, Smelling of urine and a horrible pong.
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John Cooper Clarke- Beasley Street
Beasley Street Far from crazy pavements - The taste of silver spoons A clinical arrangement On a dirty afternoon Where the fecal germs of Mr Freud Are rendered obsolete The legal term is null and...
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Snapshot #4
The saddest sight you'll ever see A derelict in Battersea Hey there Mr. Councilman Don't you have a building plan. A bunch of flats, or maybe not You can't just let it stand and rot.
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The Next Generation
Walking through cities and towns, you see these youngsters full of drugs. Sitting down ally ways and down back streets as the world just shrugs.
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Life.
Like the peeling paint, the screeching gate, the littered streets, the lying cheats, society is falling, hard with little resistance, a dense rock into a polluted river, thick with shameless uncare.
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Concrete Jungle
Let's go down to the concrete jungle today, There's so much to see and so many games to play, Ever played shot em' up. Shoot drugs, shoot thugs, Might even find someone to mug.
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The Old Station
The old station had been sentenced to death and was now being eaten alive.
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A Pre Apocalyptic Monologue [PART II]
Afterward there shall be silence or at least stillness. Dust will blow down Greek Street, the uncollected bins overflowing.
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