Urbanized Poetry

If poetry was a city,
it would be burned down and underground:
charred skeletons of buildings left looming
in a basement full of lifeless salt mines�"
Where the coal dreams of being ignited into diamonds,
and the damned dream of coming back to life.
If poetry was a city,
it would only exist at night,
and it would burn down every morning:
lifeless salt mines,
lifeless salt mines. 

Author's Note

unfinished

Reviews

[Clockwork]

The way people treat it today it would be. That is because poetry doesn't translate well to the short attention span pop-culture world we live in. It could be so much more than "lifeless salt mines."

With that said, I like the "lifeless salt mine" line. I also like the raw nature of the piece. I am interested to see what it looks like when it is finished.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This is Raw. I love the way you refuse to sugar coat life.
Poetry seems to be the only creative outlet where there
are more creators than followers. I think the ending was
just perfect.