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Dark night skyline by the sea
Far sighted city lighting
Why the seagulls fighting?
Building tall above them all
Cranes up building walls at the mall
On the streets, on my way
Stop to eat, only short stay
Nice cars and fancy suits
Pirate loot and seaweed roots
Vacation gone, leaving now
Gas station we leaving town
Scraper heights, I just might
Stay awhile driving miles
Off work, out of school
I be cool with the crew
Southern meet danger streets
Stay a week, dreams I seek
Low to the ground, out of town
Around and round and about
This city I am out
Dark sky, interstate signs
This is why I drive in the lines
I'd get lost any other way
The gas cost the next day
Would only go up
Could only slow all of us
Skylines rising above
The city lights are what I love
All silence but the road
Line by line a repeating code
Morse code on the road
Bay ahead the maps show
City lights glow
In the sky city crows
Car meets with stance so low
I can get there by chance though
Night driving by a bay
C F Apr 1
With every step,
you and I
We make our beds.

In the piney mosses
that grows in the cracks
of tired sidewalks.

Near the nest of peels
and fallen flakes from
age old graffiti.

We walk against  
forgotten faces
of decrepit buildings.

You and I
We lay our heads here.
To dream of a world gone by.
Arianna Feb 8
Stone Dragon sleeps underfoot
His back winding around
And around,
A shimmering, glimmering
Of rain-slicked silver scales.
If the cobblestone streets jolted to life one day, all this time having been a sleepy dragon, and flew away leaving a massive rut in the earth all through the city. :-)
Arianna Feb 6
Blank walls.

Behind me
The city happens
In whitenoise and progressive greyscale.

"'Tis but a day",
Bustling away,
Sliding down the gradient of hours,
Flipping listlessly through the chapters of daylight,

Settling at last in two orange rectangles
On the wall opposite my bed:
A glowing proof, a sign of life.

Of someone's life,
Humming away
Frame by frame,
Through lace curtains in antique windowpanes,
Around half-eaten dinners
And paper-strewn desks.

Ah, yes.

Yes, it's a curious thing
To observe: the slow close of day
In shadowplay
Flitting across the bedroom wall.

           For "I am half-sick of shadows"...
My bed faces away from the window. I've been lying here for a few hours now, and it struck me how easily the world faded away these past few hours, and how little things like the change in light, the rumble of cars passing in the street, or the occasional sound of a voice registered in my awareness these past few hours. I looked up at one point, and noticed the light shining through my window from across the street.

"Hmm, wonder whose window that's coming from?"

Between that brief return to consciousness of the surrounding world, and the arrangement of the room, the realization reminded me a bit of Plato's Cave: sitting facing the wall, hearing the sounds and watching the shadows of the world dance across the wall in front of you, and yet the existence of the objects behind the shadows does not register.
Kristen Mitchell Dec 2018
New York and I have
pretty good eye contact.
At night,
I am sleeping on a couch,
which is not mine.
As the rain falls
from what seems to be buildings.
Most everything is illusion here.
The magic of New York.
the ideas of history
this is what leads me to you,
New York.
Now history has been vexed
into spit on sidewalks.
writers are drunken
living in cardboard boxes.
What happened?

I was given to myself
by a lady with long red hair.
I lye tired with merits
(if they are mine, certainly Gods)

Why must I prove, or
direct my passion to
unglue me and
chew concrete like gummy bears.

New York.
I am not gonna lie.
This is a junked up place
rebellious in competition
Yet, I still wear the t-shirt
I bought in the village that says
"I went to New York and all I got was this t-shirt."

They remember 911.
I say,
it's 2018 and they
and still putting pieces back together.
Nadia DeLevea Nov 2018
Across the air rang like a choir,
Screaming out, "please ceasefire!"

My enemies my death conspire,
Hunting as with wolflike desire,

Each soul appears not but a liar,
Flesh torn, ripped on barbed wire,

**** a blood like burning fire,
Swept away with ashes prior,

Kindling under darkest desire,
Shadowed street hunts supplier,

Skeletal corpses crawl to acquire,
Trading of souls given and buyer,

Needing a fix goes higher, higher,
Laced with delusions do transpire,

Beautiful psychosis of thorny brier,
Taken ahold discarded shier,

Memories faded in treaded tire,
Eyes glare don't dare to enquire,

Undoubtedly lost in death retire.
It's a different kind of world out there in the city streets at night. Desperation of addictions and an unknown kind of darkness.
Farhan Sep 2018
The unknown city
Enveloped in dark
So black even light would fear
She walks on barely visible
Standing still felt more frightening
She feels numb
She looks down and her legs missing
She see busses and cars
And trams and trains
Being driven by people and their eyes missing
There was sky but weather
There were trees but leaves
There were owls but feathers
There were bats all crying
She wanted to breathe and her nose missing
A strange sound plays somewhere around
Squeaks of abandoned seesaws and laughing clown
Playing an opera of horror
She wants to scream
Her voice choked
An immortal horror takes over
She hears a ring
A doorbell ring
She breaks her sleep
And realize it a dream
The bell kept ringing
She goes to the door
The door won't open
She looks at her bed
She is deep asleep
She shakes her up
She won't wake up
Tears roll on her cheeks her cry was missing
She wants to scream
Her voice was missing
She opens the door
The other side was missing
She turns around
She was missing
In the unknown city
Harry Kelly Sep 2018
Another Night Here
Yelling in the Hallway
Can’t make all the words
Never can when they are drunk
A knife was involved
And a chain of some sort
Cops come
They are pleading their cases
Pleading their sides
Cops patiently listening
He pulled knife on me
She’s a *****
Sir please calm down
He’s a drunk
He stole my chain
Now I get the picture
I’m peeking out
I’m a peeker
Goes on for a bit
Ma’am Did he hit you
He pulled a knife
I was cutting something
Sir did you pull a knife on her
He threatened me
Did you threaten her
I threatened to throw her out
It’s his place
When this is figured out things calm down
Cops leave
She stays
She just wanted to be heard
She just wanted to be loved
He just wanted to be left alone
Don’t we all.
Don’t we all.
Diary of Jane Jul 2018
So tired
of living
in a concrete jungle
Filled with too many people
who are nothing
but strangers.
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