Posted in College, Friendship


Here in the urban jungle

The urban monkeys play

They laze in their paradise

Escaping the urban day.

They sit within the branches

Above the earth below

Sharing a story or two

Of a world they need not know.

Late, in the darkness of night

They venture down the trunk

They swing into the golden arches

Obviously very drunk.

When they are sitting in their tree

They skull the liquids of the night

Dancing to the urban dream

Until the morning light.



I like to think I'm a story teller. I love stories. I believe the world is filled with stories just waiting to be told and learned. I enjoy travelling down the road less travelled, with my iPhone and journal in each hand. Here you'll find all my poetic musings... Enjoy!

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