#hk - Hello Poetry

lay those bricks on the ground protect what you hold dear drown in the sound so quiet you cannot hear city birds they run free from cages of metal and rising smoke but my brothers next to me take a breath only to choke there is nothing we can do but we can only try say it over again till it rings true 'this city will never die'

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Nov 18, 2019

Nov 18, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC

fazerdays

HK

lay those bricks on the ground protect what you hold dear drown in the sound so quiet you cannot hear city birds they run free from cages of metal and rising smoke but my brothers next to me take a breath only to choke there is nothing we can do but we can only try say it over again till it rings true 'this city will never die'

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Once mingled, free-floating piano tunes and sun-harshed highway could be a match. The Light Rail took its time on the causeway, I am a passenger, safely guarded from the unapologetic summerness like tourists from the safari park. I am a outrageous punk, perching onto handrails lost in his romantic dream of an impossible summer. Romeo and Juliet in my hand. Vehicle garages rusting along palm trees lined railway. This is Yuen Long. This is the outskirts with gated dogs with feral barks, this is a compromise between bungalows and nature. Piano symphonies morphed into eighties tunes in the Call Me By Your Name soundtrack album, and the eighties synths draws the archived mystics, out from avenues that leads to villas similar to those I have sojourned. And the world as I see it, it is beautiful.

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Dec 8, 2018

Dec 8, 2018 at 1:14 PM UTC

patrioticaestheticist

Unapologetic summerness.

Once mingled, free-floating piano tunes and sun-harshed highway could be a match. The Light Rail took its time on the causeway, I am a passenger, safely guarded from the unapologetic summerness like tourists from the safari park. I am a outrageous punk, perching onto handrails lost in his romantic dream of an impossible summer. Romeo and Juliet in my hand. Vehicle garages rusting along palm trees lined railway. This is Yuen Long. This is the outskirts with gated dogs with feral barks, this is a compromise between bungalows and nature. Piano symphonies morphed into eighties tunes in the Call Me By Your Name soundtrack album, and the eighties synths draws the archived mystics, out from avenues that leads to villas similar to those I have sojourned. And the world as I see it, it is beautiful.

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Inside the concre walls, Adults work around the clock, Students study and learning hard, For what they are chasing for? Catching up with the fast pace of people. Or you will be left behind. Fishes are forced to climb the trees. And forget what they've already got. Studying and playing. Waiting for time to pass. How can I survive. By doing the boring and ordinary things throughout my life There's always hope I guess. What you should do is to focus on study they said. What's the meaning of my life? If I don't open my eyes and leave the concrete walls behind.

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Aug 28, 2018

Aug 28, 2018 at 2:40 PM UTC

a-drop-of-water-in-the-sea

Concrete wall

Inside the concre walls, Adults work around the clock, Students study and learning hard, For what they are chasing for? Catching up with the fast pace of people. Or you will be left behind. Fishes are forced to climb the trees. And forget what they've already got. Studying and playing. Waiting for time to pass. How can I survive. By doing the boring and ordinary things throughout my life There's always hope I guess. What you should do is to focus on study they said. What's the meaning of my life? If I don't open my eyes and leave the concrete walls behind.

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I walked through airport halls walked through the smokey streets Talked to unfamiliar people with an unfamiliar language and never have seen such wonder all around. You should have seen how the world is. At this edge of the world, where city lights shine brighter than the stars and buildings rise higher than mountains, you'd wonder at the foundations of humanity. For their world revolved on clocks and trains and life without slumber. You'd wonder at them for their unfamiliar language, and they laugh with you for the mutual misunderstanding. They bring excitement and mystery, for you both are tested for your communicational prowess. If you are lucky enough to not look like one of them, they may try to speak a common language. So when you travel to the land of HK, don't forget to have fun.. and let them surprise you.

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Jun 2, 2015

Jun 2, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC

Justaverage

HK

I walked through airport halls walked through the smokey streets Talked to unfamiliar people with an unfamiliar language and never have seen such wonder all around. You should have seen how the world is. At this edge of the world, where city lights shine brighter than the stars and buildings rise higher than mountains, you'd wonder at the foundations of humanity. For their world revolved on clocks and trains and life without slumber. You'd wonder at them for their unfamiliar language, and they laugh with you for the mutual misunderstanding. They bring excitement and mystery, for you both are tested for your communicational prowess. If you are lucky enough to not look like one of them, they may try to speak a common language. So when you travel to the land of HK, don't forget to have fun.. and let them surprise you.

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It's not like the movies, or shows the books and the novels. hollywood's way of cheesy gimmicks. It's not like the Hunger Games! Where people are injected with sweet venom of credulous lies. Where 2 tributes disappears. Every year. Because, right now, right here, we have more. It is 2053. Promises long gone. Contracts expired and conspiracy failed. Betrayed. Lied to. Indoctrinated. Abandoned. Hands over heads. We, at the mercy of the Red Dragon. His highness roams. We, losing our grasps, collapsing. I dreamed a home of peace, safe, with freedom. But it crumpled into a million pieces. No more teases. When they had won. Some people fled. Unbearable of the roads, tainted red. They got lucky. But I'm just a fuming middle aged worthless powerless whatshername. Talk about pity. "I'm young!" But you'll grow old. And I tell you of this. I warn you of this! Because I see it so clearly, so vividly, in your eyes. I see no future of us. Just our minds twisted. Blood and gore mixed with all that we witnessed. Just healthy looking robots. Patriotic robots. Who has forgotten everything.

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Jul 31, 2014

Jul 31, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC

avery-glows

This is about Politics, Freedom and Struggle

It's not like the movies, or shows the books and the novels. hollywood's way of cheesy gimmicks. It's not like the Hunger Games! Where people are injected with sweet venom of credulous lies. Where 2 tributes disappears. Every year. Because, right now, right here, we have more. It is 2053. Promises long gone. Contracts expired and conspiracy failed. Betrayed. Lied to. Indoctrinated. Abandoned. Hands over heads. We, at the mercy of the Red Dragon. His highness roams. We, losing our grasps, collapsing. I dreamed a home of peace, safe, with freedom. But it crumpled into a million pieces. No more teases. When they had won. Some people fled. Unbearable of the roads, tainted red. They got lucky. But I'm just a fuming middle aged worthless powerless whatshername. Talk about pity. "I'm young!" But you'll grow old. And I tell you of this. I warn you of this! Because I see it so clearly, so vividly, in your eyes. I see no future of us. Just our minds twisted. Blood and gore mixed with all that we witnessed. Just healthy looking robots. Patriotic robots. Who has forgotten everything.

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