The HouseA Poem by Kyle JoaquimWell, I won't tell you what it's about. If you can't figure it out, I guess it's not a very successful poem, now, is it?The cold, damp air of the city is harsh, and carries a rank stench of grease and garbage through the maze of dilapidated streets and drab buildings.
In the heart of it all, bright glaring lights shine lurid colors down upon the masses of starvings artists screaming to be heard and a sea of empty pinstripes, gripping tight to briefcases void of promise.
In through double doors and off of the streets, there is refuge to be found. Ornate shelters exist as a home to songs and stories of every sort, where any and all are welcomed in to warm by the glow of a more pleasing light, and to escape from the monotony into a world of color.
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Added on April 21, 2016 Last Updated on April 21, 2016 Tags: poetry, description, imagery, atmosphere, warmth, contrast, diction, arts AuthorKyle JoaquimBoston, MAAbout"I am the one thing in life I can control; I am inimitable, I am an original." - Aaron Burr, Hamilton Seventeen years old, from ( but still in ) Massachusetts. Aspiring writer, among other things. .. more..Writing
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