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I was smoking a cigarette, in the early morning hours. Devoured by the fog that came to claim its home. The neighbors started shouting as they usually do. The city starts to wake and speak. I wonder what it says to you? The wife began to clamor out the front door. Dragging behind her, her husbands clothes. He followed behind her not fazed and unamused. Like this had happened before. A single taxi stutters by. No service sign is lit. The drivers face, like a ghost. I wonder where he’s been? The whole world is working. It never stopped, since I’ve been standing here. The streets lights begin to flicker off. The sun begins to rise. My cigarette has long been out. And my lungs again fed up. I wonder where your waking up? I wonder do you think of me? A city so big you could hide forever. A city so big we could rule it together. Set fire ourselves. Burn it down if that’s what we pleased. Or we can build it up. Have towers in the sky. And watch it till we grow old together. I wonder if this could be?
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Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 10:16 PM UTC
Antventure
I Wonder What
I was smoking a cigarette, in the early morning hours. Devoured by the fog that came to claim its home. The neighbors started shouting as they usually do. The city starts to wake and speak. I wonder what it says to you? The wife began to clamor out the front door. Dragging behind her, her husbands clothes. He followed behind her not fazed and unamused. Like this had happened before. A single taxi stutters by. No service sign is lit. The drivers face, like a ghost. I wonder where he’s been? The whole world is working. It never stopped, since I’ve been standing here. The streets lights begin to flicker off. The sun begins to rise. My cigarette has long been out. And my lungs again fed up. I wonder where your waking up? I wonder do you think of me? A city so big you could hide forever. A city so big we could rule it together. Set fire ourselves. Burn it down if that’s what we pleased. Or we can build it up. Have towers in the sky. And watch it till we grow old together. I wonder if this could be?
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It caresses my face, Rubbing one velvety gloved finger up and Down my neck, tracing up the sharpness of my chin, My, what a contrast. The wind is like Dry ice, It freezes lips shut and chills even teeth, But when it warms, Your skin craves it like Parched throats crave water. The wind is like an Earthworm, it burrows straight into my Nose when I tilt my head back. It slithers through the holes in my shirt, And breathes in life. The wind is like a swarm of Bees, Stinging my eyes, making them leak. It stings for a second, then Flies away, Only to attack again, and again, And again. The wind is like a spider's Web, Invisible to the untrained eye, Yet strong as steel-- Maybe even Stronger. It catches stray objects and Swallows it whole, Trapping them in its Unrelenting fist To me, the wind is also a force of nature, both Meek and Mighty--unpredictable But what is it? Really... It's all up to you Everyone has different opinions on Different matters, so Please Don't judge.
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 2:28 AM UTC
kylia
Perspectives
It caresses my face, Rubbing one velvety gloved finger up and Down my neck, tracing up the sharpness of my chin, My, what a contrast. The wind is like Dry ice, It freezes lips shut and chills even teeth, But when it warms, Your skin craves it like Parched throats crave water. The wind is like an Earthworm, it burrows straight into my Nose when I tilt my head back. It slithers through the holes in my shirt, And breathes in life. The wind is like a swarm of Bees, Stinging my eyes, making them leak. It stings for a second, then Flies away, Only to attack again, and again, And again. The wind is like a spider's Web, Invisible to the untrained eye, Yet strong as steel-- Maybe even Stronger. It catches stray objects and Swallows it whole, Trapping them in its Unrelenting fist To me, the wind is also a force of nature, both Meek and Mighty--unpredictable But what is it? Really... It's all up to you Everyone has different opinions on Different matters, so Please Don't judge.
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