#cityscapes - Hello Poetry

Electric sun twirls its lava skirt. Slammed woks. Peanuts, chilli, limes and oil Feeding him its lunch. Shelter to chilli cheeks and peppercorn faces. The air can't move its obese body to the rivers for a dip. Darkness is hard with sturdy edges. Curtains made of invisible beads and threads hang over the night in silence. They spill against the concrete under rough hooves and feet For the night falls like tight heavy lids. Dusk is a bruised tunnel of vision. Candlelit giants blinking rapidly. You don't speak For the night is never empty The silence never lonely Stampede of restlessness surrounding Grinning from squint to squint Raising embraces and chance encounters They scream loudly to frighten the dawn.

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May 25, 2018

May 25, 2018 at 2:14 AM UTC

DarjeelingT

Roots

Electric sun twirls its lava skirt. Slammed woks. Peanuts, chilli, limes and oil Feeding him its lunch. Shelter to chilli cheeks and peppercorn faces. The air can't move its obese body to the rivers for a dip. Darkness is hard with sturdy edges. Curtains made of invisible beads and threads hang over the night in silence. They spill against the concrete under rough hooves and feet For the night falls like tight heavy lids. Dusk is a bruised tunnel of vision. Candlelit giants blinking rapidly. You don't speak For the night is never empty The silence never lonely Stampede of restlessness surrounding Grinning from squint to squint Raising embraces and chance encounters They scream loudly to frighten the dawn.

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Atlantic thoughts of fish, schools on schools what could be better than this, living with no rules dog days, your cute face, fresh fade, cityscapes romantic thoughts again, texts on texts what could be better than this, living the loveliest warm nights, green lights, divine touch, just rough enough just how I like

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Apr 16, 2022

Apr 16, 2022 at 8:51 PM UTC

munybee

How I Like

Atlantic thoughts of fish, schools on schools what could be better than this, living with no rules dog days, your cute face, fresh fade, cityscapes romantic thoughts again, texts on texts what could be better than this, living the loveliest warm nights, green lights, divine touch, just rough enough just how I like

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cityscapes and heartbreaks 808s and carrot cakes my life took a turn, a left you tried to make me burn but I left you at the alter, my destiny I cannot falter I let me get softer, left the slaughter watercolour paints and growing pains deep introspection and soaking rains get to the root of the issue, the root of the pain elevate, activate popping off like champagne

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Feb 3, 2022

Feb 3, 2022 at 10:14 AM UTC

munybee

watercolour paints

cityscapes and heartbreaks 808s and carrot cakes my life took a turn, a left you tried to make me burn but I left you at the alter, my destiny I cannot falter I let me get softer, left the slaughter watercolour paints and growing pains deep introspection and soaking rains get to the root of the issue, the root of the pain elevate, activate popping off like champagne

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Here is my home town. I'm lucky to live here, To have grown here With all our familiar streets and sights; The houses where we lived together, The homes of my childhood friends; Our schools, churches and local attractions Are mostly here. The comings and goings of the locals Are documented in The Observer. Familiar and strange. Today I see a city of cards and cardboard cut-outs. Sarnia is a museum display of life In the 21st century I study from this side Of the display case. In time, the partition separating us will dissolve Into a pile of shifting sand about our feet.

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May 22, 2020

May 22, 2020 at 11:48 AM UTC

francie-lynch

Shifting Sands

Here is my home town. I'm lucky to live here, To have grown here With all our familiar streets and sights; The houses where we lived together, The homes of my childhood friends; Our schools, churches and local attractions Are mostly here. The comings and goings of the locals Are documented in The Observer. Familiar and strange. Today I see a city of cards and cardboard cut-outs. Sarnia is a museum display of life In the 21st century I study from this side Of the display case. In time, the partition separating us will dissolve Into a pile of shifting sand about our feet.

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The eyes case an angle A stolen curve of the city Lingering in promised love

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Feb 22

Feb 22, 2026 at 1:54 PM UTC

kevin-8

Being Brief

The eyes case an angle A stolen curve of the city Lingering in promised love

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Any love will dive Needing a plummet Drawing lines needing The cat crawls along Feeding escape Escorting the rain A couple often walks Returning the cities fears Should they fall apart Or warm hands together again The fights are public Trusted rent involved The city grows this way Collapsing inside of pressure Fed from the miles of stares Waving from a vacant loss One tears want Another eyes approval

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Feb 22

Feb 22, 2026 at 2:00 PM UTC

kevin-8

Vacant Loss

Any love will dive Needing a plummet Drawing lines needing The cat crawls along Feeding escape Escorting the rain A couple often walks Returning the cities fears Should they fall apart Or warm hands together again The fights are public Trusted rent involved The city grows this way Collapsing inside of pressure Fed from the miles of stares Waving from a vacant loss One tears want Another eyes approval

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