Concrete Town

Concrete Town

A Poem by Julianna Marie

This charcoaled grey sidewalk, cracked and decaying,
life still strives to grow through in any place it can fit.
You see a small piece of moss,
and think to yourself, 'that can't be life,
it's too ugly, too dirty.'
But my dear, what do you think you and I look like from the outside?
In this city full of hurry,
with nothing but time and money on our minds,
we can't even stop to think,
of everything we have destroyed to get here,
everything stolen,
everything killed--
we have done this to ourselves,
only to try to find somewhere to call home,
we have done this to ourselves,
and we have ripped this concept of "home" 
from the history books and fables we read in our youth;
a place that belongs to the dreamers and the courageous of our past:,
to all of the brilliant minds that have preceded you and I.
But who am I to say?
Who am I to say?
You want to do away with the ugly in life,
but then you'd complain that no life remained--
and you'd whisper "at least there's no ugliness in death,
only in the dying, or the near-dead."
We garnish our skeletons with the beauty of stillness,
"At least there's no ugliness in death..."
We adorn our earless skulls with the beauty of silence--
You and I my dear, you and I:
these cracks in the sidewalks became the cracks of our hands,
and the wrinkles on the sides of your eyes,
in memories of better times.
There's no ugliness in death my dear,
there's only ugliness in you and I,
the dying and the near-dead.

© 2010 Julianna Marie


Author's Note

Julianna Marie
unfinished, no idea, rant.

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this perfectly describes humanity to me. complete individualistic in fast forward.... even asian cultures are leaving there culturistic lives and have become somewhat western and individualistic. we set ourselves up to be destroyed. for this reason alone i take a deep breath and slow down and loot at the stars or something....ussually the stars i like the stars. I love your writing style... it is somewhat personal to me as you leave me to figure out what you make it mean or what I thin it means....brilliant.... beautiful

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on July 31, 2010
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Julianna Marie
Julianna Marie

Seattle, WA



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I'm a 21 year old girl living in Seattle, student/poet/barista. I believe in art, poetry, psychology, and music-- I don't think its safe to believe in much else. more..

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