#suburb
Here is my home, swell,
It is where I do dwell,
I fit into this 'burb real well,
In summer, hot as hell,
I sit here with my coffee,
To gaze at society,
You do appear strange to me,
Want to know what I think about thee?
My home is here, all is well,
I fit into my little town real swell!
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 3:07 PM UTC
We are 9 miles away from D.C.,
the eye of the storm on the twentieth.
The suburbia love we had,
storm- before- the -calm kind of meeting we had on this chaotic day.
9 miles away is the city we love
It is a refuge for our boredom and our doomed relationship
On the metro ride, on the E street and somewhere near Farragut West
We watched small budget movies, had ice cream or playing with each others' hands fondly.
We are several blocks away from all the barricades,
So why don't we get in closer and go to Chinatown Coffee
and then wandering down the H street.
In the suburb, I do not feel peace,
Because the storm is coming.
I'd rather go in the eye of the storm,with you
Where you fell for me.
This Capital love of ours , on the outskirts of D.C.
Where in a perfect world we would both live in,
like last time you told me on the way to E street.
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 9:24 PM UTC
It's suburbia
When the dogs start howling with
Ambulance sirens
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 10:02 PM UTC
From the suburban trap I could never call home,
I speed through the freeway.
I could not possibly be late
for a little rendezvous with a lover —
My lover being the city
With its promises preserved in concrete.
I see the skyline from afar, lined with towers and smog
And I feel alive the way lovers do with one another.
And before I know it, I'm cruising along avenues
Uniform houses of white turn to skyscrapers,
I feel the subway slither beneath, filled with all kinds of stories,
As my heart beats to the footsteps of pedestrians.
And I stop at the main thoroughfare,
What was once the dull light I've always known
Now shines through an urban prism
And muted hues turn to vibrant, living colors.
And I am here in the glorious city,
I am looking at a mirage of light and sound,
In all its color, I hear it speak to me:
You are alive, you are alive.
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 10:55 AM UTC
I could run forever
Past this damaged dry wall
I've got it all planned out
Down to the last phone call
Train jumping or hitch hiking
By car or by plane
I've got to get away from these people
Before I go any more insane
I've been wishing for a solace
And to not be selfish or cold
I can fix all these little things
But my home I can't control
I will run forever
stop when I'm as far as I could get
Without coming back around
And then some
This town is ******* the blood from my veins.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 7:20 AM UTC
trapped / these streets are like walls closing in on me / with spikes that are inching closer to my sanity, ready to tear me to shreds / already they are puncturing my lungs / it burns to breathe in this awful suburb and it's mirrored houses with the people smiling / the venom seeping through their teeth / my mind is collapsing into itself / not neat like a fabric napkin / like a telephone number written on a bar napkin crumbled in your back pocket
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 5:56 PM UTC