Writing Prompt

Nobody stops,

Everybody constantly moving,

Wait in the sidewalk at your own risk.

You can’t get lost,

Order is king.

Rudeness or busyness from locals?

Killers in colorful clothes.

Central Park, a giant escape.

It would take weeks to see it all.

Take care for now, I will be back.

You have my heart to keep....

By the city square

To the stage

a man

invites others towards him

To dance by the food trucks

In tune with his step

The song starts to play

Another man, long sleeves, button shirt

Sweaty. Overweight but keeps up the dance

Young, a job in the city, but never a flirt

Father drops him off, mornings in a trance

Government job but shirt scuffed with dirt

Always late, always rules hes trying to skirt

S...

Mit Buch und Block

bewaffnet

Schild und Schwert

Der Untergrund

Active Noise Cancelling

Sammelsurium

Fratzen, Monster

fett und stinkend

Drogendealer und Junkies

Sammler abgemergelt

Neonlicht **Mensch**.

Gedrängt aufeinander

Gehetzt voneinander

Klebend aneinander

Hierhin, dorthin.

Ein Freund

U-Bahn

kein Ziel

Was machst du hier?

Ich fahr U-Bahn.

Ich muss U-Bahn fahren.

Ich muss los

...

What would you see

in the city of dreams?

A mini sun?

Glowing streets?

Benjamin Franklins

Growing on trees?

Cramped in a world of giants

Giant people, giant buildings,

Giant pizzas, giant prices

Rats as big as your leg

From your ankle

To the high of your thigh

Cars and people buzzing like bees

You wonder what would happen

If you whacked it with a bat

Or if you jabbed it with your knee

Inste...

Beeping and bustling

Shuffling and calling.

I hear the life within the infrastructure.

Laughing and smiling

Crying but living.

It is home.

This place is loud.

This place is busy.

But it is connected.

It is home.

Especially though the roads

Intertwining

Through the blocks

And the corners

And the crazy drivers

Of the city.

It is home.

Glass doors.

The smell of fresh food

From a st...

Before, we lived in the country side

Where the only sound I heard was the wind

And red birds flew above my head

And I slept in a hay hump

Underneath the glowing stars

But then my parents told me they hated it here

And packed our bags

We drove through so many states

Images of the countryside slowly fading away

Now I stand outside our new house and see

An array of cars lined up down the whole road

H...

Madison square garden, the Philharmonic, Broadwayplay. It’s December, you can’t wait to go to Rockefeller Center, to see the lighting of the Christmas tree hundreds of vendors on the street selling knock off pocketbooks. The bum on the corner is urinating in the street. The big city never sleeps....

Highway speeding through

Traffic lights embracing

The fast pace night life

Enticed with the thrill

Beautiful people

Pouring spirits

Intense feelings

Nothing like it

Hustle from sun up to down

Meet and greets

Club hopping

One night stands

This is the life

Of a fun city man...

High buildings,

full streets,

screaming cars,

neon lights flickering like restless stars.

So many stories,

so many lives—

but none that know your name.

People rush like clockwork,

children wail,

men curse,

women carry the weight of a world that never stops.

Stress.

Hate.

A circus of strangers,

faces you’ll never see again,

conversations cut off mid-sentence—

no time for hello,

no space for goo...

All I hear is noise on this chilly Friday morn,

Waking up and being greeted by wonderful car horns;

Do these obnoxious sounds sometimes bring music to my ears?

Or have I just been lonely so long I’m numb to all my tears?...