She sparkles like a sea of gold,
against a dark, black sky.
Just like me, she feels anger and pain,
but can wipe the tears from my eyes.
She breathes hopes and dreams,
and drinks the blood of the pure.
Yet her streets somehow take you away
to a love that's elsewhere, so obscure.
She will hold you close to her heart,
a feeling that is almost divine.
Her prisoners lie sleeping under the bridge,
I've seen the look in their eyes.
Echoing an absent stare,
like zombies that've lost their soul.
They only love what lies in these streets;
the temporary fixes they use to fill the hole.
She sparkles like a sea of gold,
and in that sea I will drown.
Bleeding for her good favor,
sinking all the way down.
A contest entry
- Cityscape - Los Angeles by Highwaytraveller.
375 points, ended September 3, 14 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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okay..i DO know what to say...
i really like your use of imageryl here...and your poem has a bittersweet, 'achy' sort of feel...if you know what i mean...i like the repetition, too.
Yet her streets somehow take you away
to a love that's elsewhere, so obscure.
those are my favorite lines, because i agree with them 100 percent...
i read somewhere that LA has no personality, it just takes, it's impossible to survive there...yet that precisely is the city's charm...you have brought that out perfectly... -
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Thanks :)
Thanks Highway for the nice comment
Also thankyou for liking it enough to give me the gold, I am truly honored
~*~Zenity
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hmmm....very interesting....
I dont really know what to say...
thank you for the entry
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