"shibuya" poems - Hello Poetry

Eleven thousand three hundred sixty one miles away in a place I’ve never been, you are thinking of all the places you have never been or haven’t been, some for seasons, some for years. A Paris pomegranate sunrise from the Pont des Arts, bright colours shimmying at the pulse of romance. The blood cell rush of Shibuya, Tokyo at night among a river of strange symbols, blinking TV screens. Prague dredged in frost, feet-chatter on cobbles past the Jan Hus memorial under a cool periwinkle sky. Glossy tulips in Bilbao, metallic curves, trill of syllables by the teal Nervión. I think of you, far away, same planet, different spot, the future washing towards us full of scrambled images and white noise, a trickle of hope at your toes, through my screen.

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Dec 28, 2016

Dec 28, 2016 at 4:33 PM UTC

reece-aj-chambers

Sunkist Bay - Twenty 17

Eleven thousand three hundred sixty one miles away in a place I’ve never been, you are thinking of all the places you have never been or haven’t been, some for seasons, some for years. A Paris pomegranate sunrise from the Pont des Arts, bright colours shimmying at the pulse of romance. The blood cell rush of Shibuya, Tokyo at night among a river of strange symbols, blinking TV screens. Prague dredged in frost, feet-chatter on cobbles past the Jan Hus memorial under a cool periwinkle sky. Glossy tulips in Bilbao, metallic curves, trill of syllables by the teal Nervión. I think of you, far away, same planet, different spot, the future washing towards us full of scrambled images and white noise, a trickle of hope at your toes, through my screen.

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.*the cracks appeared with black pigeon speaks' video: shibuya halloween 2018: western nightmare made real... listen i loved this **** the whole internet counter-media commentary... but when you begin incorporating your competitor's styles of presentation, i.e. computing forever & paul, john.... john paul... watson... **** john paul watson... no... paul joseph watson, yeah... it's burnout... and all these internet commentators will be the drowning men forced to cling to a razor to stop themselves from drowning... that's not a defeatist statement, like i said: i enjoyed the content... but if it has become such a tedious... self-reflection retrospection of content... sometimes i'm like... **** on me... even i don't drink in front of a mirror, and talk the: mirror, mirror on the wall, like these chaps... dunno, maybe it was a momentary clique fetish... but sure as **** it's ending; which is somewhat, a shame... oh well.* i'm sitting there, zombified for a a while, and then... SNAP OUT... why am i watching all this internet commentator ******** esp. surrounding replying to comments in a live-chat stream? what, is, wrong, with me? nostalgia... yeah... once upon a time it was all fun... but fatigue has set in, the same commentators have become demoralized... plus i haven't had enough whiskey and i ate a meal quiet late... so i partly dozed off on the windowsill... so if the content creators have become demoralized... had to branch out to LGBTQ erm... FTIGMB platforms... oh... right... Gab is down... so while i snapped out of it, i was like... **** it, better get onto fixing the jukebox and reading some book and ****

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Nov 4, 2018

Nov 4, 2018 at 8:23 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

the day the internet changed

.*the cracks appeared with black pigeon speaks' video: shibuya halloween 2018: western nightmare made real... listen i loved this **** the whole internet counter-media commentary... but when you begin incorporating your competitor's styles of presentation, i.e. computing forever & paul, john.... john paul... watson... **** john paul watson... no... paul joseph watson, yeah... it's burnout... and all these internet commentators will be the drowning men forced to cling to a razor to stop themselves from drowning... that's not a defeatist statement, like i said: i enjoyed the content... but if it has become such a tedious... self-reflection retrospection of content... sometimes i'm like... **** on me... even i don't drink in front of a mirror, and talk the: mirror, mirror on the wall, like these chaps... dunno, maybe it was a momentary clique fetish... but sure as **** it's ending; which is somewhat, a shame... oh well.* i'm sitting there, zombified for a a while, and then... SNAP OUT... why am i watching all this internet commentator ******** esp. surrounding replying to comments in a live-chat stream? what, is, wrong, with me? nostalgia... yeah... once upon a time it was all fun... but fatigue has set in, the same commentators have become demoralized... plus i haven't had enough whiskey and i ate a meal quiet late... so i partly dozed off on the windowsill... so if the content creators have become demoralized... had to branch out to LGBTQ erm... FTIGMB platforms... oh... right... Gab is down... so while i snapped out of it, i was like... **** it, better get onto fixing the jukebox and reading some book and ****

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It was a shinny day people walk around Shibuya street People walk wear their own colour of clothes There is a boy He look for his ground He was lost in the shibuya street People stucked at the moment Come to help or not He lost his way to go home He lost his guadiances He lost to a place he never know His path was erased He forgot his destiny But, there is a man Who brings him home Lead his Pieces of heart Back to his hold A man who's prying on him Shibuya street, a place that lead him Shibuya street a place of his lost Shibuya street a place of his guidiance

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May 4, 2016

May 4, 2016 at 9:40 PM UTC

Glck

Shibuya Street

It was a shinny day people walk around Shibuya street People walk wear their own colour of clothes There is a boy He look for his ground He was lost in the shibuya street People stucked at the moment Come to help or not He lost his way to go home He lost his guadiances He lost to a place he never know His path was erased He forgot his destiny But, there is a man Who brings him home Lead his Pieces of heart Back to his hold A man who's prying on him Shibuya street, a place that lead him Shibuya street a place of his lost Shibuya street a place of his guidiance

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Again backward is everything… until, inhale Peace in mind and body, trauma-covered veil Reality is shared pain like Nobara meets Shibuya So Animated it is fairytale, feeling numb after, Puff puff then imagine dragons

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Jun 8, 2024

Jun 8, 2024 at 5:10 PM UTC

Mac616

Woodsback

Again backward is everything… until, inhale Peace in mind and body, trauma-covered veil Reality is shared pain like Nobara meets Shibuya So Animated it is fairytale, feeling numb after, Puff puff then imagine dragons

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Akasaka, from A moment of cautious hope, Thirty minutes late. Miyashita Park, We held hands in Shibuya, We kissed on the stairs Aoyama, a Day of Paris and queueing, Opalescent nails. Ginza after dark, Octopus and old-fashioned, A black dress, my suit Ni-chou-me, lemon Sours, Italian jokes, Stumble home with me Ebisu, in blue After weddings and babies, Pizza and a film Shinjuku, a shirt For warmer days, a night of Sunsets and pasta Meguro, two bowls With dumplings and rice, a walk Back home through the rain Shinagawa, to A place far away; promise You’ll come back to me

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Jun 14, 2023

Jun 14, 2023 at 8:46 AM UTC

nash-sibanda

Haiku, for you in June

Akasaka, from A moment of cautious hope, Thirty minutes late. Miyashita Park, We held hands in Shibuya, We kissed on the stairs Aoyama, a Day of Paris and queueing, Opalescent nails. Ginza after dark, Octopus and old-fashioned, A black dress, my suit Ni-chou-me, lemon Sours, Italian jokes, Stumble home with me Ebisu, in blue After weddings and babies, Pizza and a film Shinjuku, a shirt For warmer days, a night of Sunsets and pasta Meguro, two bowls With dumplings and rice, a walk Back home through the rain Shinagawa, to A place far away; promise You’ll come back to me

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