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Highscapes crawl windowed skin
Cocooning lives within
black the dirt, white the air
how do these souls live
My bit 🙂 x
Oh, wonderful. Your words sound very eerie and true, they go so well with the picture!
This skyscraper exactly looks like as one in my neighborhood.
Ovaj je u 27mog Marta 🙂
Naš tipični black white socijal(izam) u smogu donašnjeg neoliberalizma…
Bash…
Super title!
Great image!
Thank you, I am glad you liked the title of it as well 😀
Where is the image from ?
I took the image a few days ago in Belgrade 🙂
This is great, I will include it in the post in a minute!
Vidim ja poznat mi je soliter i procitam da je u 27. marta. Odmah sam znala o kom se soliteru radi 🙂 Bas je zanimljiva slika :*
😀 Srednji soliter 🙂
Sorry darling, I have no original words for you today. I’m feeling very grey. Here’s Ani Difranco to tell you all about it:
The sky is grey
The sand is grey
And the ocean is grey
And I feel right at home
In this stunning monochrome
Alone in my way
I smoke and I drink
And every time I blink
I have a tiny dream
But as bad as I am
I’m proud of the fact
That I’m worse than I seem
What kind of paradise
Am I looking for?
I’ve got everything I want
And still I want more
Maybe some tiny shiny key
Will wash up on the shore
You walk through my walls
Like a ghost on TV
You penetrate me
And my little pink heart
Is on its little brown raft
Floating out to sea
And what can I say
But I’m wired this way
And you’re wired to me
And what can I do
But wallow in you
Unintentionally
What kind of paradise
Am I looking for?
I’ve got everything I want
And still I want more
Maybe some tiny shiny key
Will wash up on the shore
Regretfully
I guess I’ve only got three
Simple things to say
Why me?
Why this now?
Why this way?
With overtones ringing
And undertows
Pulling away
Under a sky that is grey
On sand that is grey
By an ocean that’s grey
What kind of paradise
Am I looking for?
I’ve got everything I want
And still I want more
Maybe some tiny shiny key
Will wash up on the shore
Read more: Ani Difranco – Grey Lyrics | MetroLyrics
Oh, parts of it do sound like me 😀 Thank you for the lovely share!
The picture definitely drew me in. Love that image.
Very glad you liked it! 😀
crno beli svet .
Bice valjda i zuto Suncano, inace ce morati da koriguju pesmu 🙂
In London, these buildings are called “Tower Blocks” and they are generally associated with council housing estates. They can be miserable buildings – your words fit and describe perfectly.
We have those too, but they are usualy smaller. These are one of the few old ones that are really big.
yet it is not the end,
the glass hasn’t shattered,
neither the walls have collapsed,
and there you are, you stand
still, behind the scenes,
wiping off white dust to clean,
darkened blood of a breath,
a last remnant before death
Okay, I haven’t been writing. Therefore, I typed whatever came to mind. It is a beautiful and quite an eerie photograph. The b&w gives it quite a haunting feel.
I love all you people who always say they are out of tune, then proceeed to dish out wonders 😀
Great photo! Thank your for visiting and commenting on my latest poem.
Thank you, and it was a pleasure reading your poem 🙂
I don’t mind the sun sometimes,
the images it shows,
I can taste you on my lips
and feel you in my clothes.
Cinnamon and sugary
and softly spoken lies,
you never know just how you look
through other people’s eyes
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the temperature change across the artwork rouses lots of thoughts for the viewer – Bravo!
So happy for you. :)
Mirjana I think if such a being showed up at my door, it would take every fiber of my being…
Congrats Oloriel
You’re welcome! I did!
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