#neighbourhood
A village with pines.
They grew up here, back then it --
was still a forest.
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 4:09 AM UTC
I jump among the serious people
in front of the church, the café still closed
and I think even further back in time
In a late spring there was a ditch side here
yonder a mill, the ramparts and the crown
of the old Western
As if it were a thickly painted canvas
I wipe off layers of history
I expose peat diggers, see the wind
in the flowering swamp
over many seasons, everything flies
back into existence
Long hair of the mammoths
from the west, up to the ridge
on which human species *****
It can be seen with a distant look
in the middle of the city
here where I stand
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 3:27 AM UTC
They say it doesn't mean a thing
Because we are just mirrors
who kindly greet in return
But still, the baker knows my name
and the postman is happy
that I'm home
for the parcels
for the neighbours
'Happy New Year'
Looking forward, we keep heart
with good tidings, even though
they say it doesn't mean a thing
that in the rest of the year
calamities will smoke again
crimes and fear, what is normal
will get out of sight
even though you witness it every day
and that we will amuse ourselves again
with the ambulant judge to reinforce
peace with the right, and that is all
it means, they say
Jan 8, 2023
Jan 8, 2023 at 3:41 AM UTC
I had a cat's scream symphony by the night,
'Till the neighbour's dog got tired and barked away, scaring em ***** cats,
Then the clock hit 4 a.m and Jennie's baby started to cry,
She yelled, loud as if she had a tail between her legs and two cat ears over her head,
My ears, gladly super powered by the earlier ***** would also catch moans, from downstairs
And a soft, wet rain that would fall upstairs,
Hangover would meet me later, but 'till then, I'd hear all this and giggle as if life was better than it really was;
Feb 17, 2021
Feb 17, 2021 at 2:20 AM UTC
It is a warm summer day
with a clear blue sky
and white fluffy clouds floating by;
I am
walking down my home street
and enjoying the cool summer breeze
blowing over my body
cooling me down;
I am enjoying
the sight
of front-yards with tall trees and shrubs of many varieties,
the sight of two storey mansions with designer architecture,
the sight of neatly mown lush-green front lawns;
I am enjoying
the auditory experience
of a quiet peaceful neighbourhood,
with a gentle breeze rustling leaves on trees
and birds tweeting
around my quiet home street;
I feel
Nice-Neighbourhood-Happy.
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 12:14 AM UTC
I'm dying by hunger
he said
and I remembered about
all these ruined places
and its children
and their mothers
no
you're not dying
you just still don't have enough capacity
to realize
that you don't need a new jacket
and shoes
you own muddy ones in the hallway
and the others you don't like
*******
give me
a better reason
and try
to swallow your dreams
and keep them
in a digestive tract
to the last second
of not giving a ****
as the ones who are trying to fall asleep now
on the pillow of tomorrow's death
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 12:12 PM UTC
I was the king with no throne,
I only sat upon the curb..
My crown was my neighbourhood,
and all that did surround...
I'll never disrespect my brethren,
for they stand by my side,
behind me, in front to protect we, us
all from the idioms of who
think that this land is free verse,
never this is a rhyme of colours
that'll write that this is our
street and others neither may stand
or bellowing there
right to stand on land sacred to our
families.
we don't fight with swords,
but our metal will pierce like
cut from a far we are the knights of
our neighbourhood.
I don't sit on a thrown, on a kerb I gaze
around I wear no crown...
But everyone knows I'm king and ill
bury metal in you like a sword
pieced the stone.
Like that you'll be cold,
metal not pulled but
rather calved out..
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 5:41 PM UTC
Neighbourhood bash
In a flash
We dashed
We splashed
Garbage thrashed
and cached
We conquered trash
To earn our sash
See you at the rehash
Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 10:49 AM UTC
Glowing Windows embedded into mouldy brick walls
Ivy climbing the gutters of neighbourhood roofs
Skies becoming burnt out like charred blackened fields
Tall spiny trees project shadows onto the road below
Leaves curl up to receive some weakening light from above
A formation of sputtering cars cling to each turn they decide to make
Cloudy milky light bounces off faulty windows that exhale the aroma of somebodies impending supper
A heavy truck manoeuvres itself into the blistered bitumen horizon
Dry deflated branches make obscene gestures towards passers-by
Gardeners rummage through their bags as they near the end of their working day
Their faces filled with an expired enthusiasm for breathing
Parked hunks of metal pelted with dead itchy leaves
Windscreen wipers hold fragile twigs down against grotty neglected glass
Chain-link fences link disparate housing and the sleeping people within
Some dispirited unsatisfied psychos gaze up as they catch a moving bus
Smoky Incense billows down from some apartment balcony
The air becomes cold and sharply fills these ordinary streets
Engine sounds try to supress the divine quietness
They only merge into it
Now the stars are out and about
Bright specks waddling in an aerial pool of dark blue
You turn the key and walk through the front door
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 11:24 AM UTC
My new neighbour depression,
lives in a house rotting in the ground,
scarred wood torn away and roof tiles scattered,
with garden flowers withering away,
trees cracking at the slightest move of the wind.
Ever since he moved in a storm cloud
hangs low over the neighbourhood,
soaking my lawn and treading on my grass.
My neighbour depression
throws heavy stones to crack my windows,
leaves untidily scrawled messages of hatred in my letterbox,
leaving a trail of black paint up to his backgate.
My neighbour depression
takes advantage of my protection of thin walls,
and each day attempts to crash through them like a wrecking ball,
slowly dimming my lights and making shadows in my room
appear darker and bigger.
My neighbour depression
walks down the street like a black hole,
******* out all the sound around him.
And my neighbour depression
is starting to make me forget what my voice sounded like.
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 11:05 PM UTC
It wasn't the heartbreak, no.
It wasn't the anxiety or lack of motivation.
It wasn't the drugs that killed him.
I think that he simply got tired
Of all those lined up houses
In his neighbourhood.
F.Z.N
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC