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Poetry By Aarushi & Amber {1} ~ Viridescent Skyline

Crystal clear glass panes gazing back at her with empty eyes, the concrete jungle bustles by whilst her lonesome spirit dies.

Reaching out for the reflective barrier in front of her, a certain numbness travels through her fingertips and makes its way to her soul; dimming the tolerance for mindless city chatter in a flourescent flickering that never sleeps.

Discontent reverberated through her cells, well-versed with the heedless world. Restlessness of the hive and way of life shadowed now, behind her. Cotton-candy clouds underneath, the plane wings splitting through a canopy of white to unveil itself as the thick atmosphere dissipates. Lowering and lowering, the plane wings glide through foreign tree tops, a green she had not yet been blessed to witness.

Stepping into the rustic air, the concrete on which her heels tap reminds her of the past heavier than the luggage she carries on her arm.

From one transport vehicle to the next, she makes her way to the hills. Entranced by the viridescent shimmer of conifers and sprouting weeds, from the pocket of her jeans, she swaps her hand to trace the rough exterior of the trees. None of the city maps could have led her here but she’ll need one to leave. Is that what it’s like to be free?

She lost herself betwixt ever changing leaves, heady among the trees. She wept joyously beneath the wild skies as she saw the stars shining brightly. They shone and debuted stories of ancient times. She pinched herself, she could not live an ordinary life with an undisclosed universe camouflaged from her eyes.

Towing her luggage she knew they wondered why she left, to her but an alien, to them an alien species to her. In this clearing she knew that they were not sharing light, the glaring hive was sharing fears.

~By Aarushi {TheCapeOfSeeking} & Amber {DiosRaw}

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Poetry {62} ~ CONCRETE JUNGLE ANT NESTS

Concrete jungle locked into the streets

Rarely an opportunity to feel the earth breathe beneath one’s feet

Contrived, controlled environment dictated by rules

Are we robots? Money the tool

Stampedes of humans crushing through their ant nests

Conversations ego battle fests

Focused destinations, no time to look back

Suffocating city scape, impulsive actions and habits, the easier hack

The concrete jungle lies in plain sight for the world to see

Strewn in marble ledges, twisted in metal beams

Wrapped around handrails perched in their cemented trees

Drugs and money consume souls

The count of the victims their only goal

Workers contemplating suicide off office block high rises

Slaving away to get their monthly prizes

Sanity compromises

Is this what life truly symbolises?

~DiosRaw, 13/05/21