Imagine you are walking through a busy, vibrant, unfamiliar city in the middle of the night.
Write a poem about your surroundings and how it makes you feel.
It was Jan 8th and my family was moving to another city, so we moved in to a questionable place called Detroit.later after we was done packing it was 9:54pm so we got some rest, later that night I woke up to a disturbing noise, I thought it was nothing so I went back to sleep, I soon later woke up again to a startling screeching noise, it freaked me out so I went to tell my parents about it. I was...
Light coruscates all around me,
blanketing the area with light as if day.
The air filled with unfamiliar scents,
And a familiar cold that was halting sleep.
Built up to the blackened sky,
Massive screens displaying for the masses to ignore,
Streets littered with garbage,
outlined with the people walking past.
Laughter and smoking,
Whispers and glances.
Anything could be more comforting,
Not The DC I Remember
The rat raced me to the end of the street.
Young people filled every restaurant crevice.
Carefree laughs filled the September evening
Where am I?
I lived in DC at 18, left, and came back at 27.
Now, I don’t look like these people.
There’s a pudge in my belly
There’s bags under my eyes
My thighs grew.
My patience shrunk.
Thoughts of my 9-5 plague my Sunday night mind.
The DC I knew at 18 was a jung...
Wandering through the streets,
I know I should be scared,
I’m surrounded by freaks,
And I love it that way.
It may be late and dark out here,
But all I feel is calm,
I walk around with zero fear,
This MUST be my home.
I could breathe,
And it broke me to have to leave
When I go back,
I’ll feel so good again,
I’ve never been so sure of something as of that,
Living the dream.
Only alive during the night because when the suns out anxiety hinders me often
But once the moon rises I feel more comfortable in my skin
Love having late night adventures with my vices
Helps keep my demons from arising
So I take a stroll with a couple handmade rolls
Filled with that good green that helps put my mind at ease as I enjoy the lively city scene
At moments I feel so calm and sere...
New City, Same Shoes
Loud clicking heels and expensive perfumes
Laughs ringing out from high up windows
Story’s that contain stories within their worn down walls
The streetlights glow a warm yellow against the concrete
It makes the night seem inviting, beckoning me to walk within its own cool rays
Their light splashes my skin better than any sun
And though they do block the stars, their brilliance ...
Flip The Switch New Orleans
Night here like a light switch
Same old trick
That’s the night we lost it
We got high got so lit
That world it had me faded
No need to try
World we’re facing
But happy to see smiles
On their faces
Freedom with the masses
For social classes
Shakes your asses
Warmth we radiate
I walk nervously through the city streets, those same blurry faces of the pedestrians seem to be staring at me and that same sickly feeling lies in my stomach. The rain poured onto my umbrella but it seemed as if I was the only one being rained on. Where am I? I wonder to myself as I push through the same bundle of people I have been walking past for the last 10 minutes I keep seeing that same fam...