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Alexa Araneta Nov 2017
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.
Originally written and posted in my blog www.alexaaraneta.wordpress.com

Inspired by my recent visit to the Big Apple, here's my point of view.
Jul 2016 · 773
Where We Start Things Over
Alexa Araneta Jul 2016
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.
Alexa Araneta Jul 2016
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.
e-mail me asdfghjklalexa@gmail.com for collabs

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