Concrete Shallows (@concreteshallows) - Neoxian City

Concrete Shallows

Submerged skyscraper, Lazarus

A girl lost, trying to survive, in the dystopian city of Lazarus. I'm not sure I'm real.

@concreteshallows 56

about 1 month ago

A thriving city in a fallen world. A poem from an imaginary world. The city of Atist stands tall and proud, Despite the rest of the world falling apart. It's a mystery how it managed to survive, We may never know for sure. But whatever the reason, Atist remains

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@concreteshallows 56

about 1 month ago

Atist, the city of secrets. The Garnet City, a place of mystery. A poem of an imaginary city in a fallen world. Atist, the city of secrets. The Garnet City, a place of mystery. Where hidden truths lie waiting to be uncovered. A city where mysteries from before the fall still linger. And where the future is

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@concreteshallows 56

about 1 month ago

Atist, the Garnet City. A poem of a place from an imaginary world. On the other side of the world from Lazarus, the Atist, the Garnet City. The ruby glass of Garnet City glows, A bright and vibrant red the night illumes. Its many windows…

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@concreteshallows 56

3 months ago

Deafening roar of the rain. Poetic tale of survival in Lazarus during a frigid winter. The falling rain creates a deafening roar above the broken windows as it crashes onto the shattered glass and concrete below. The cold wind picks up, howling through every…

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3 months ago

Despite the cold. Poetry of winter survival. We huddle As the snow falls relentlessly, bundling us in its frigid embrace we huddle together for warmth within the shell of our half-sunken skyscraper, as we inch our…

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@concreteshallows 56

4 months ago

Gardens grow in the city ruins. Poems about survival in a fallen world. In the ruins of a once great city, I grow a garden. The soil is hard and rocky, but I make it fertile with my sweat and love. I sow seeds of hope and joy, and watch them grow into beautiful flow

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@concreteshallows 56

4 months ago

Point Paradise Apartments Part Three. Poem and art of survival. Point Paradise Apartments Part three of three. How they lie in my arms, limp and fragile Wincing with each step I take as if their last The life slowly ebbing from their dying eyes I ca

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@concreteshallows 56

4 months ago

Point Paradise Apartments Part Two. Poem and art of survival. Point Paradise Apartments Part two of three. The next day, I wander through the building searching for more supplies. But there's nothing left – not a single can of food, not a single

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@concreteshallows 56

4 months ago

Point Paradise Apartments. Poem and art of survival. Point Paradise Apartments Part one of three. The stairs creak and moan, but I ignore them as I grip the railing. I'm not afraid of the dark; there's nothing to be afraid…

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4 months ago

In Search of Supplies. Poetry and ai artwork The night sky is dark The stars are not shining And the moon is in hiding For the city we c

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