NYC Trash Stories

I Was Proud

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There was a time When I was proud. I had majestic horns  And my enemies bowed. Love was mine And so were you. But time changed us  And I changed too. My weakness showed My demons glowed. From home I...Read More

Red Door Reflection

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Vision holds a door of time That defines existence. Until the reflection is broken By the entirety of life. In the discarded mirror We never expected. Poem by New York Trash Stories. (Broken mirror found on 55th Street between 9th...Read More

Framed

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Life was a broken wall Of random graffiti, Until you came With your frame. you are here And now there is focus On this chaos of bricks, Thanks to the context Of you. surrounded by gold above the hidden stairs...Read More

Next Life Time

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I prey when I wake up I’ll be a Lamborgini Electric rock rap god I’ll prey to a god That when I am to be risen Thought Full This poem was pulled directly from a notebook discovered flapping on a...Read More

2021 Trash Item of the Year: Iconic, Beautifully Beleaguered NYC Trash Can

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The year 2021 was rougher than most New Yorkers expected. What began as a year of hope that vaccines and reasonable people would bring an aggressive end to the tragic sweep of COVID-19, played out much differently. Dynamic, more wiley,...Read More

Enough

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I gave it my all, And life hit back. The colors of my dreams, Now faded into black. NYC bag gives up on life. Cruelty hit hard,  And things got rough. Now I’ve finally broken, I’ve had enough. end of...Read More

Your Day

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This day is always so fun,  Another trip around the sun. You and loved ones celebrating together, Knowing you are not plastic and won’t last forever. But that doesn’t matter because today is about you, And now this trash is...Read More

Goodbye Thin Mattress

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The naked truth  Of who we were Was never a bed of love But the darkening street That brought us together Heading in the same direction Now in different taxis Goodbye thin mattress.  Forgotten love and an old mattress in...Read More

NYC Empathy: Someone Else’s Shoes

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While New Yorkers have a reputation for being gruff, cold, and even obnoxious, the truth is that human empathy holds this city together. New York City is shaped  by our ability to appreciate the lives of others – the quiet...Read More

The Last Straw

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I was patient. I was kind. I was loyal. I was present. I was there... Now I'm gone... The last straw. Enough. Is enough. That's it. I'm gone. And so are you. For more NYC Trash Stories and insights into...Read More

Nine Lives

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I gave you a home and a place to play, Knowing we'd have to move some day. You were my friend through a global disease, And you kept me sane during my lonely unease. And now we must go and...Read More

I Supported You

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I held you up and showed you the world And watched as your life unfurled. I gave you legs on which you stood And became the talk of the neighborhood. You recorded seasons and our lives together Then left me...Read More

Who Owned This?

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Today's "Who did this belong to?" test! Who did you think this furniture belonged to? What's their story? There are no wrong answers! Be empathetic. Use your imagination. Develop your sense of adventure for everyday things. Never look at trash...Read More

Practice. Practice. Practice.

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The secret to landing on stage at Carnegie Hall is through practice, practice, practice. However, throughout this past year (and more) countless New Yorkers have had to exercise the discipline of patience, patience, patience.  How do you get to Carnegie...Read More

Technology Calling?

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Listening is an important part of human communication. But sometimes we feel more connected to others via our technologies, which seems counterintuitive. Until we lose both. Lost headphones on 55th Street between 9th and 10th Avenues. listen close say what?...Read More

What They Said

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They said we were beautiful. They said we were intelligent. They said we were forever. That's what they said. ... Love is fleeting in New York City. Lost love in New York City unexpected endings never far from Starbucks kicked...Read More

You Missed Me

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I was here Sitting Waiting For you. But you were Moving Too fast To see me And our future. You missed me. opportunity awaits your seat is closer than you think slow down before it's too late what you were...Read More

NYC AC: The Chilling Truth

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Summer nights in New York City are imbued with the sultry sound of tank-top men and braless women bathed in a sheen of sweat and bone moonlight, leaning from clanking fire escapes while smoking weed and yelling at boisterous strangers...Read More

Born Onto a Rainbow

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Colors are meaningful. Different colors create different meanings together. Too many human beings are born into shades of darkness, but not the young soul placed onto this soft rainbow, where loving eyes surely gazed upon it.  Sidewalk crib, Hells Kitchen,...Read More

Growing Up

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Everything was gold, Until it wasn’t. The shine of my innocence gone, That currency of trust. The bright luster of the future, The dull shadow of now. The sun setting on the sunrise, That yellow fold of time. Everything was...Read More