Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
#555
clean fit, ***** city manz gripping the waist because i’m too pretty breaking it down on Yonge street breaking it down for the young me that had to hide, inner child suicide now i surf the waves and follow the tides imagining what it would be like to be a son of skyscrapers imagining what it could be like if i left my nest i’ve built home is where the heart is but where is mine i think i found it in the rainbow
0
Jun 28, 2022
Jun 28, 2022 at 11:45 AM UTC
Son of Skyscrapers
I was always moving around, a step that stops isn't meant to be moving anymore.                Well I'm always being told. So I carry on walking. But in my line of work, I'm on the road more often than I'm not.                     And some times I'm in places just mere hours. Could I stay, would I want to ever settle down, don't know really, I sigh. If I were to quit             my day job, I laugh.. Go on as you mean to, tread faster than the foot behind you. I'm always on my toes,           A trail of breadcrumbs. That's all I leave them.         Wish you were here's, wrote in blooded pride.        Silent but deadly, leaving odours. A new man walks in pride..
0
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 6:19 PM UTC
A New Man, Old Steps
Act like royalty, eat the rest, yet he is not royal. Beasts die… eaten by the lowest. No level of consumption will end one's providing; rather, the fatter he is, the more he can feed. Treat life to feed what exists, and to have a purpose that lasts—something one can achieve.
0
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 10:17 PM UTC
Meffs