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Timothy Apr 2020
The buildings are square
Lost is the taste
Profits are calling
Often built in haste
What an insult to the past
In this beautiful space
Opportunity to inspire
But more than likely a waste
City thoughts
coulorfulSmoke Sep 2019
Staring
just staring
observing the city
people moving talking
dramas comedies unfolding
get a glimpse briefly

Staring
just staring
don't have much going on
but the city does
endless action
movement
sound

Railings bridges buildings
big building with letters
H
E
I
N
E
K
E
N
must have lots of floors

People
phones
couple laughing
on the pier laughing
feet beating up and down
wonder why
in wonder

Why i wonder am i
just watching life go by
absorbed in speculation

Backpackers laugh
graffiti by a ladder
ATK   C
           R
           E
crane swings around
payload on a zipline
Starry Aug 2019
As I walk by
There stands
Besides me
A domed building
As i look closer
I really it
Is a church
Of great beauty
Of orthodox
Stunning.
Sharon Knipe Jul 2019
Something about you felt different

Like the way you fixated yourself on the passing building and shining stars from the car window. Sitting in the cold air-coned seats, that you still insisted were hot.

I just want to let you know that you won't have to watch me like those passing buildings.

I'm not passing by nor are you a pit stop.

And although stars may be blinding
I will always have an eye

For you.
excerpts from the notes i held
Mitch Prax Jul 2019
The city never sleeps,
it's too busy wallowing
in broken dreams and
smiles as vacant as the buildings
that are too tall,
and too bright
to ever close.
javert Mar 2019
The last rays of the sun are touching the third floor of the buildings.
Same color as the clouds.
For as long as I look at it, it will stay there,
perfect and frozen and beautiful.
The moment I look away it will be gone.

If only I could hold this last light in my hands,
like a cup to keep me warm,
like a bowl that brims over.

Peek through the blinds again tomorrow, love.
I'll still be here.
Amanda Kay Burke Feb 2019
My hopes could beat the skyscrapers,
As high as they keep flying,
There's no way to draw them back,
But relentlessly; I'm trying.
Like I'm made of glass, like I'm made of paper,
They can try to knock me down, but I will come rising from the ground, like a skyscraper
-Demi Lovato
Cece Nov 2018
she’s sitting on a cloud,
laughing,
windswept hair caught
in shiny lipgloss.
the cold air,
fresh and sweet,
makes her smile,
and pull her coat tighter
around her.
she swings her legs,
glad her faded purple converse
fit well.
looking down,
amazed by the city
below her,
far, far,
below.
tiny people
walk on tiny sidewalks
oblivious
to her presence.
skyscrapers
keeping her company
in the misty,
violet night.
she grins,
her hair flying about,
feet swinging
happily,
laughter making her giddy,
in awe of the buildings
in the mist below.
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