Bright lights shining like the stars. All you see in every direction. Blinding, guiding, powerful. Leading to the hope of what’s known and unknown. Lighting waiting in the shadows, All the while making shadows of their own.

The lights are on Cars honking Black sky with no stars It’s bustling in the city All day and all night The buildings are high in the sky People up late late partying Some crying over their day Some in an act of fun

The city is always awake No matter time of day But it beautiful no matter when Always wanted to visit the city

The city is beautiful at night All around there are lights The dogs bark in the alleyways with fright While others fight with all their might

Shoppers are busy And drunks are dizzy And the air is chilly No one ever sleeps in the city

The city yawns The subway hums

The balcony cat stretches out in the first rays of sun A day in the city has just begun

People walk and jog and run Some are late some claim it’s fun

The tram rattles The cars groan The city is full I stand alone

With all this noise It’s easy to forget To sit in silence To ignore the regret

When they were here all that noise melted away But now it’s just another loud city day

With streets lined with concrete roads and buildings reflecting the mayhem outside, The city's days are growing longer by the day, A growing and increasingly crowded metropolis,

This city's populace seems bewildered and disoriented. Entirely devoid of meaning, Without harmony or affection for one another, And experiencing diminished happiness or contentment with their material possessions

Driving carelessly, Honking resounds through these streets. As anger and pollution permeate the atmosphere, Amidst the din of people yelling insults at one another and the stifling aroma of gas filling the city's airwaves, By means of the students attempting to reach their respective schools, And various individuals making their way to various places of employment,

While the construction workers are working on the road, Applying more cement to roads we drive on, The signs on the street indicate for civilians to slow down in these areas, As it smells like cement and to follow it continues with the loudness of the drills

Despite the air pollution and gridlock caused by their trucks, the city's residents continue to get the food they need from the drivers who operate them.

The cashiers of stores, Assisting individuals at the local stores, Get the materials they need, Assisting the elderly move certain items, Employees fixing up the store's inventory, And customers beaming with joy after getting their hands on the things they needed.

Kids, the city's innocence preserved, Accompany their parents in the parks.

In this scene, we see kids acting like kids, ladies acting like women, and guys acting like men.

As the day continues, The cycle has repeated, Feels like a constant battle of survival, As if we are in a war everyday,

Amidst the ups and downs of this drama, I find solace in my city's anarchy, A city where good and evil coexist, Love and hate, joy and sadness, And finally, peace and chaos.

In the heart of the concrete maze,
Where steel and glass reflect the haze,
Horns blare, voices weave and blend,
A tapestry of lives that never end.

Sidewalks bustling, a river of feet,
Street vendors calling, aromas sweet,
Neon lights flicker, in vibrant array,
The pulse of the city, night or day.

Beneath the skyscrapers, shadows play,
Cyclists darting, in their own ballet,
Cafés spill laughter onto the street,
As strangers meet, their worlds complete.

Buses rumble, trains glide past,
A symphony of movement, shadows cast,
The skyline etched against the sky,
Where dreams take flight, and hopes soar high.

Rain drizzles down, a silver thread,
Glistening sidewalks, as colors spread,
The city breathes, alive and real,
A canvas painted with every feel.

In the chaos, a quiet grace,
Moments of peace in this fast-paced race,
For amid the noise, a beauty resides,
In the busy heartbeat, where life abides.

A well-deserved yawn From a grid of soft lights After a rosy sunrise shifts Deep violets across navy skies Into more nights

A city with strong lungs Never sleeps on its notes But carries a melodic rhythm To never ponder its words When painting its musical strokes

Filled halfway to the brim A wonder full of perspective What draws such life to a city That rests in bustling peace Or needs to be more perceptive

Filled with new possibilities A continuation of yesterday Traffic crescendos into a symphony As the morning breathes life Into a city with more to say

Simultaneous footsteps pulsed like a heartbeat Isn’t that quite neat

The lights reflected off of building walls Shadows of trench-coated figures stood tall

Windows of lives all in a row Not one spirit was feeling low

People rushing home from work Walking straight by a cat who lurks

Sirens and wails Not one role fails

The city at night cannot be beat Isn’t that quite neat

His mirror buildings Kiss her coral skies, Carress the parting daylight With screams of agony.

He reaches, But she is already gone. Cherry blossoms Paint the echo Of her skin; A final gift To ease the parting blow.

His many eyes fill With tears of light As iridescent sadness Spreads throughout The city And into the suburbs.

For his love Has left him forever.

Or at least until tomorrow.

Steel frames Busy air Crowded streets Dirty layers

Neon lights A million voices Stone faces Not many choices