alexa-araneta - Hello Poetry

There’s something about big cities. Something I can’t explain well. Something I can’t put into words. But I’ll try. I like being lost. I like being in the middle of a busy crowd A busy street, cool autumn breeze I like to think everything here has a story. No, sorry. Everyone here has a story. And yes, everything too. Three buildings and the tallest one in the middle A park, a church, a public library and a school. I like to think about people and their stories. A nun, a teenage mom, an engineer. A doctor, a student, a wedding coordinator. A housewife, a park ranger, a future architect. I want to live in a city this big I want to wake up in a loft somewhere in these buildings I love the thought of people and the stories they possess I also love the diversity, each difference. And as I was walking in the middle of a busy crowd Beneath skyscrapers Realizations hit me and just like everyone else And everything, I, too, have a story to tell.

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Nov 29, 2017

Nov 29, 2017 at 10:16 AM UTC

Big Cities & everything in between

There’s something about big cities. Something I can’t explain well. Something I can’t put into words. But I’ll try. I like being lost. I like being in the middle of a busy crowd A busy street, cool autumn breeze I like to think everything here has a story. No, sorry. Everyone here has a story. And yes, everything too. Three buildings and the tallest one in the middle A park, a church, a public library and a school. I like to think about people and their stories. A nun, a teenage mom, an engineer. A doctor, a student, a wedding coordinator. A housewife, a park ranger, a future architect. I want to live in a city this big I want to wake up in a loft somewhere in these buildings I love the thought of people and the stories they possess I also love the diversity, each difference. And as I was walking in the middle of a busy crowd Beneath skyscrapers Realizations hit me and just like everyone else And everything, I, too, have a story to tell.

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He watched me slay in my black-cropped top, I wasn’t wearing any underwear, I bended over, getting my glass of beer on the coffee table. Man, I wish I could re-live that night. There was no room for me in the couch. He offered his seat but I sat on his lap, And buried my face in his neck. He asked me what’s wrong, his breath smelled like cigarettes. He walked me to my unit He grabbed my hand on 23rd street, Looked me in the eye and told me how My existence in his life is worth more than anyone.

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Jul 24, 2016

Jul 24, 2016 at 12:26 AM UTC

Where We Start Things Over

He watched me slay in my black-cropped top, I wasn’t wearing any underwear, I bended over, getting my glass of beer on the coffee table. Man, I wish I could re-live that night. There was no room for me in the couch. He offered his seat but I sat on his lap, And buried my face in his neck. He asked me what’s wrong, his breath smelled like cigarettes. He walked me to my unit He grabbed my hand on 23rd street, Looked me in the eye and told me how My existence in his life is worth more than anyone.

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That even after us, I continue to become friends because that's how we started That even after us, I will continue to remember the night we met and how that night changed the both of us That even after us, I will make it to a point to talk to you. That's if you want me to That even after us, even if it means finding someone new, I would still share stories to you because you have no idea how sharing you stories make me feel like home And I haven't been home for quite sometime That even after us, I will never move to another city because this is where we made dreams come true That even after us, I will continue to write poems for you And you continue to make art for me Because That's what we both are Poetry and art. You are my poetry and I am your art We're one like that.

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Jul 11, 2016

Jul 11, 2016 at 7:58 AM UTC

Here's what I will promise you

That even after us, I continue to become friends because that's how we started That even after us, I will continue to remember the night we met and how that night changed the both of us That even after us, I will make it to a point to talk to you. That's if you want me to That even after us, even if it means finding someone new, I would still share stories to you because you have no idea how sharing you stories make me feel like home And I haven't been home for quite sometime That even after us, I will never move to another city because this is where we made dreams come true That even after us, I will continue to write poems for you And you continue to make art for me Because That's what we both are Poetry and art. You are my poetry and I am your art We're one like that.

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