Dying Under These Lights

May 31, 2011
Hello to the city,
A glorious wonder of specters.
Approaching it with awe
Would be an understatement.
The orange lights illuminating the concrete,
The buildings tremble over you.
A lunatic would be frantic,
The giants of the city never leave, they follow.
The blocks are endless,
A map could lose itself.
The steam and smoke topple over towers,
Filling the air smugly.
A mixture of culture and it's food
Collide with the essence of the air.
The smell of the city,
It's iconic like Coca Cola.
I drink it endlessly,
If it was always available to me.
Present me a city,
I'll show you it's pride.
A tribe unshaken,
A family forever.
The city never sleeps,
When you do, Keep one eye open.

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Ollieanne said...
Aug. 8, 2012 at 3:17 pm
I love the last lines "The city never sleeps/ when you do, Keep one eye open." You're a great writer!:)
miracles_change_people said...
Jul. 6, 2011 at 6:17 pm
this is well written, chaotic like a city can be
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