#mycity - Hello Poetry

It was funny How as I stepped into my city With its blackened air beating my face each breath a war with chemicals With dust, grime and garbage at every street and shops which no one ever enters With all the noise and clamor of traffic and the neon lights which blind my eyes It was funny really How much I had missed my ugly city

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Sep 21, 2020

Sep 21, 2020 at 5:49 AM UTC

terra_levez

My City

It was funny How as I stepped into my city With its blackened air beating my face each breath a war with chemicals With dust, grime and garbage at every street and shops which no one ever enters With all the noise and clamor of traffic and the neon lights which blind my eyes It was funny really How much I had missed my ugly city

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When the world slept I sat at the barricade of old classics I ate all morn and at night I went out with the characters one by one, I got drunk, drunk in poetry. The rhymes played at the backstage of my ears and words danced over my forehead. I sat to pen them down and they disappeared with promises of coming back another night. When I slept for odd little hours my muscles ***** me and then they came and flirted with my dreams, gave directions to my winds and wrote music notes for my even eyes. I did not wake them, the dreamy bodies that travelled late night. Where did they all go? Half naked body and an exposed heart did not look for a home, skinny bones and busy fingers lonely under a ****** dark sky killed many restless nights. There was a regretful pile of unwanted recollections I never made peace with, they mocked at me. The odd hours became safe, comforting and easy to swallow? There was no starry night or awaiting lover at the balcony, only a dead village, deaf people and dumb streets. The village girl somewhere missed the city terribly, a convenient companion of her sleepless nights.

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Sep 6, 2015

Sep 6, 2015 at 6:17 AM UTC

Gaye

Sleep

When the world slept I sat at the barricade of old classics I ate all morn and at night I went out with the characters one by one, I got drunk, drunk in poetry. The rhymes played at the backstage of my ears and words danced over my forehead. I sat to pen them down and they disappeared with promises of coming back another night. When I slept for odd little hours my muscles ***** me and then they came and flirted with my dreams, gave directions to my winds and wrote music notes for my even eyes. I did not wake them, the dreamy bodies that travelled late night. Where did they all go? Half naked body and an exposed heart did not look for a home, skinny bones and busy fingers lonely under a ****** dark sky killed many restless nights. There was a regretful pile of unwanted recollections I never made peace with, they mocked at me. The odd hours became safe, comforting and easy to swallow? There was no starry night or awaiting lover at the balcony, only a dead village, deaf people and dumb streets. The village girl somewhere missed the city terribly, a convenient companion of her sleepless nights.

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The windy city we take no pity on fools who come through and act high n mighty like a committee if you with me shout once now twice and let me tell you why my city is so nice we don't bite we invite and write our problems on this page a city full of wizards and I'm the level 60 mage Our bulls are red with rage 6 championships always rattling the cage Michigan avenue where the clothes are so nice and the ice is tight catch the loop roll around all day and night despite the fights on the south and west sides that's right your hood here is by geographical methods not epileptic or mathematics accept it we're a new breed a strange sensation the toughest in the middle of the nation as the seasons change we only get stronger call dibs on the parking spot with a lawn chair don't despair we all no you don't wanna leave welcome to Chicago, my city!

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Nov 4, 2014

Nov 4, 2014 at 7:14 PM UTC

neroameealucard

Forever a Chicago son.

The windy city we take no pity on fools who come through and act high n mighty like a committee if you with me shout once now twice and let me tell you why my city is so nice we don't bite we invite and write our problems on this page a city full of wizards and I'm the level 60 mage Our bulls are red with rage 6 championships always rattling the cage Michigan avenue where the clothes are so nice and the ice is tight catch the loop roll around all day and night despite the fights on the south and west sides that's right your hood here is by geographical methods not epileptic or mathematics accept it we're a new breed a strange sensation the toughest in the middle of the nation as the seasons change we only get stronger call dibs on the parking spot with a lawn chair don't despair we all no you don't wanna leave welcome to Chicago, my city!

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