The hustling, bustling speed of the city,

People rushing, racing each other all day.

No one takes time to stop and look, the pity.

To look at what we built, how the bays changed

Beauty in every road, every building and sign

The natural sights are growing slim

Skyscrapers rise taller than mountains

The natural lighting is growing dim

We trade waterfalls for fountains

The nature of humanity is  to grow

People of old are longing for the past

Traffic hugs sharp turns like young rivers flow

The progress of humanity moves fast

Humanity is alive. Humanity is beauty.

The taste of her lips

The smell of her hair

Stuck to him, he smiled

The thought of her face

Made him want to run for joy

The energy she gave him

Helped him get through

Even the toughest times

My passion is clear,

I want to be a writer.

My poetry is un-rhythmic,

As it rarely flows the way it should.

I read other’s work and they have such talent

Nervous I won’t make it,

I struggle to do the best I can

He longs to feel her touch,

She longs to feel his skin.

The ecstasy they breathe,

Harmoniously makes music.

They wish to be nowhere else,

As they feel the power of nature.

The ecstasy they breathe together,

Will be the ecstasy they breathe forever.

The rush is here, are you done yet?

I wish I could say I was.

So many people working so hard,

Just to pay someone else some money.

To all the accountants of the world,

It’s a day of jubilation.

But, one of sorrow for the rest.

Will they ever come out on top?

Like the days of their youth,

When they’d get their pennies back.

Tax returns bring joy and happiness,

But the filing brings tears and heartache.

Your words cut like a knife,

Your actions make me scared.

The feelings you give me full of strife,

It seems like you forget what we shared.

I’m afraid of losing you,

But you leave me no choice.

If you cant be nice to me,

If we cant talk civilly,

I can’t be with you.

I love you more than anything,

But out timing is all wrong.

Our days may be numbered baby.

People are people, not to all

Categories, define us all

Are you rich? Or poor?

The population is lost

All are separate,

All are people

“Categories II”

The differences in the world

All the types of people

The idea of race is fading

And soon, we’ll all be the same