The cities look small this high up the mountain. They’re mere dots of light scattered about a plane of darkness. There’s nothing of the excitement and the thrill of the night life. There’s only a steady hum of heavy silence, as if something is waiting, waiting, waiting at the borders for a chance to pounce.
and through the earth they shattered. the skyscrapers tearing holes in the ground and protruding into the sky creating these cities, these inhabitants of men. held within them was every every kind of evil and scum.
the city fell apart and so did i. the towers fell and so did my spirit. the place i had loved for so long was gone. but i will move on. i will go somewhere new, somewhere good. a fresh start. from destruction comes rebirth.
loud, belligerant cars file through conformanism. I like trees and green and the habitats of an ecosystem. there is ever color imaginable in a forest kif you do some exploring
The cities were built before anybody really knew the symbolism to them. They grew before anybody understood what they were. They were brought into being by fools who thought they knew what they were doing. These cities were places of power that went beyond human knowledge. These were not the collection of people and buildings that most think of when they think of a city.
i am in love
with
cities
i’ve never seen.
or been to.
sights and smells
i’ve never experienced.
with cars
passing by
lights shining
on those cold rainy nights
i am in love
with places
that don’t exist.
We build these places for home, for comfort, for community. These are the densest places on Earth, yet for many of us there is great space. We find ourselves in ways unexpected and we share our lives with the multitudes.
In the darkest cities, people go to bed early, and propped up in bed under a feather quilt, they read a famous story that begins with the words, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,” and they take comfort in the darkest
the cities glimmered as the lights turned on. the turtle penguins were on the chase to destroy their arch enemy the kuala bears they smacked and scratched and then it turned day. the batlle was still on but finally in the end derp came in and killed everyone.
Cities are sprawling masses of buildings. I am but a small speck within a city. It is remarkable how they function, however. Who knew that such big places can come from such small beings?
And we like cities dwell on a plain. Across acres of golden grain filled fields we abide. So close, yet so out of reach. Our cities keep us connected through written words, but prevent me from feeling your touch. I long to feel your slender fingers on the smooth skin on my neck. I yearn for your close embrace. But this distance is misery, and the closeness is taunting. I’m stuck in between near and far. Reaching out, I can’t grasp you. Oh if only these cities weren’t barely out of reach. Instead I gaze out the window towards your city across the golden waves of grain. Your hazel eyes and bright smile fill my imagination, and I’ll just keep dreaming. Don’t ever wake me from this sleep, oh accursed cities.
Back light, dim cities drowned in low set smoke, billowing from the chimneys we preach to hate, but consume from. Thousands of cars passing, passing, moving and never stopping for the city lights. The darkness it takes, from souls, turning hearts black.
Lights that glisten from the distance like stars, tiny dots creating constellations. Secret corners hidden within busy, crowded streets. The feeling of infinity.
The lights of this city are probably more beautiful that that of any of the cities I’ve visited in my short life. I could sit out in this ledge for hours and stare. With a boy, a girl, or just a good book.
Cities are dirty. They are full of smoke and garbage and exhaust. And people. So many people. They are full of crime and hate. Cities are ugly. But they are also full of love, and that makes them somehow beautiful.
The smog filled air smothered the city, clogging the lungs of the people who lived there, getting into the wash hanging on the lines, into the food being brought in from the country. It was dirty, and yet so full of life. People screaming at each other from open windows across the street, children running anywhere they pleased, and me, standing there, taking it all in.
There is not a single place he could think on that would quench him. He would bobble from place to place, town to town, city to city, without a single flicker of the light. He though he would never find it. Maybe he’s right….
The tale of two cities is the name of a book I’ve never read. The tale I imagine is the story of how each town has two layers. The one most people see and believe, and the one only the aware can detect lurking beneath the surface.
the buildings were tall gunmetal gray and silver with dashes of brown and black accents. the whole place was empty and abandoned and gave the feeling of a haunting more then any i had ever seen before. the wind was picking up now and the windows seemed to quake in their frames as if shivering from the chill.
Cities. What is it about them that draw the untold millions to and from them each day? Does it have to do with the unknown, that thing that causes so much curiosity that we must quench it by visiting? Cities are people’s homes, jobs, businesses, games, museums, loves, enemies, and lives. They are everything.
I love the cities. Every single one of them. The sights and sounds. The people and locations. The different weather that is special to every city. I love my city. My home. My place to come back to. I wouldn’t change my home for the world. I can’t leave it and I never will.
There were many cities. However, none quite as spectacular as this one. Lights beamed from windows kilometers above your head, shredding through the night sky. These lights weren’t normal however.. not normal at all.
The three cities were spread over a vast area, merging into one another to make a vast megalopolis. Deep in its heart, there was only one ramen shop worth speaking of…
Hustle, bustle, passing through
Busy people, things to do.
No time to rest, to stop, or wait
Must keep moving, can’t be late.
Life goes by much too fast.
Sometimes, it pays to finish last.
There are seven lords who rule seven cities in the country of Alikahtolm. As rulers over us, they are vicious and cruel. Nothing seems to be able to penetrate their forces, so it is with a fading hope we continue to march on through our day. Hoping -no praying -for a deliver to save us.
We have not heard in four hundred years. Many of us have lost the remnant of hope that we possessed.
Where the place where human beings once lived. They were great constructions of man’s inventions, that held many wonders and people at the time. They are now desolate, with sun rays and rain drops slowly melting away what once once. The crystals that had before covered them are now cracked and broken.
Philadelphia. I beautiful city. A troubled city filled with crime, murder, crying people. I see the lights. I hear the sounds. I feel at home. Despite the trouble, it is my city. My beautiful historical city filled with people who are strangers people who are searching for a new life to live in a fast paced environment. This is Philadelphia. This is m
Crowded. Dirty. Terrifying. The walls close in on you. Everywhere you go is somewhere else just as terrifying, just as crowded and dirty and terrifying. No one can escape. Our whole world depends on this aggregation of filth. We are born here, and we will all die here.
I miss the daffodils. Right now, they must be blooming all around Mom’s farmhouse. She is probably scolding Billy, our neighbor, for coming over in the night to steal some to give to his wife. I wish I could be there. Why did I elope?
The cities look small this high up the mountain. They’re mere dots of light scattered about a plane of darkness. There’s nothing of the excitement and the thrill of the night life. There’s only a steady hum of heavy silence, as if something is waiting, waiting, waiting at the borders for a chance to pounce.
I don’t stop running until there are several cities between us.
and through the earth they shattered. the skyscrapers tearing holes in the ground and protruding into the sky creating these cities, these inhabitants of men. held within them was every every kind of evil and scum.
the city fell apart and so did i. the towers fell and so did my spirit. the place i had loved for so long was gone. but i will move on. i will go somewhere new, somewhere good. a fresh start. from destruction comes rebirth.
loud, belligerant cars file through conformanism. I like trees and green and the habitats of an ecosystem. there is ever color imaginable in a forest kif you do some exploring
The cities were built before anybody really knew the symbolism to them. They grew before anybody understood what they were. They were brought into being by fools who thought they knew what they were doing. These cities were places of power that went beyond human knowledge. These were not the collection of people and buildings that most think of when they think of a city.
i am in love
with
cities
i’ve never seen.
or been to.
sights and smells
i’ve never experienced.
with cars
passing by
lights shining
on those cold rainy nights
i am in love
with places
that don’t exist.
We build these places for home, for comfort, for community. These are the densest places on Earth, yet for many of us there is great space. We find ourselves in ways unexpected and we share our lives with the multitudes.
In the darkest cities, people go to bed early, and propped up in bed under a feather quilt, they read a famous story that begins with the words, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,” and they take comfort in the darkest
the cities glimmered as the lights turned on. the turtle penguins were on the chase to destroy their arch enemy the kuala bears they smacked and scratched and then it turned day. the batlle was still on but finally in the end derp came in and killed everyone.
Cities are sprawling masses of buildings. I am but a small speck within a city. It is remarkable how they function, however. Who knew that such big places can come from such small beings?
And we like cities dwell on a plain. Across acres of golden grain filled fields we abide. So close, yet so out of reach. Our cities keep us connected through written words, but prevent me from feeling your touch. I long to feel your slender fingers on the smooth skin on my neck. I yearn for your close embrace. But this distance is misery, and the closeness is taunting. I’m stuck in between near and far. Reaching out, I can’t grasp you. Oh if only these cities weren’t barely out of reach. Instead I gaze out the window towards your city across the golden waves of grain. Your hazel eyes and bright smile fill my imagination, and I’ll just keep dreaming. Don’t ever wake me from this sleep, oh accursed cities.
Back light, dim cities drowned in low set smoke, billowing from the chimneys we preach to hate, but consume from. Thousands of cars passing, passing, moving and never stopping for the city lights. The darkness it takes, from souls, turning hearts black.
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Lights that glisten from the distance like stars, tiny dots creating constellations. Secret corners hidden within busy, crowded streets. The feeling of infinity.
The lights of this city are probably more beautiful that that of any of the cities I’ve visited in my short life. I could sit out in this ledge for hours and stare. With a boy, a girl, or just a good book.
Cities,
They sparkle in the night sky,
Bright in the worlds darkness,
Alive Awake
Ready
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Cities are dirty. They are full of smoke and garbage and exhaust. And people. So many people. They are full of crime and hate. Cities are ugly. But they are also full of love, and that makes them somehow beautiful.
above rooftops and alleyways
and chimneys and umbrellas
are the faces of windy days
and tv lights
faces turned upward and down –
anything but forward
faces that govern
those tense and fickle toes –
weary of commitment
the tickle of grass, foreign
the heartless pulse of concrete,
all too familiar
The smog filled air smothered the city, clogging the lungs of the people who lived there, getting into the wash hanging on the lines, into the food being brought in from the country. It was dirty, and yet so full of life. People screaming at each other from open windows across the street, children running anywhere they pleased, and me, standing there, taking it all in.
Cities are big places I want to go to
They don’t have farms
Or cows
Or republicans
And despite the smog
They help me breathe a little easier
There is not a single place he could think on that would quench him. He would bobble from place to place, town to town, city to city, without a single flicker of the light. He though he would never find it. Maybe he’s right….
The tale of two cities is the name of a book I’ve never read. The tale I imagine is the story of how each town has two layers. The one most people see and believe, and the one only the aware can detect lurking beneath the surface.
the buildings were tall gunmetal gray and silver with dashes of brown and black accents. the whole place was empty and abandoned and gave the feeling of a haunting more then any i had ever seen before. the wind was picking up now and the windows seemed to quake in their frames as if shivering from the chill.
Cities. What is it about them that draw the untold millions to and from them each day? Does it have to do with the unknown, that thing that causes so much curiosity that we must quench it by visiting? Cities are people’s homes, jobs, businesses, games, museums, loves, enemies, and lives. They are everything.
I love the cities. Every single one of them. The sights and sounds. The people and locations. The different weather that is special to every city. I love my city. My home. My place to come back to. I wouldn’t change my home for the world. I can’t leave it and I never will.
There were many cities. However, none quite as spectacular as this one. Lights beamed from windows kilometers above your head, shredding through the night sky. These lights weren’t normal however.. not normal at all.
The three cities were spread over a vast area, merging into one another to make a vast megalopolis. Deep in its heart, there was only one ramen shop worth speaking of…
Hustle, bustle, passing through
Busy people, things to do.
No time to rest, to stop, or wait
Must keep moving, can’t be late.
Life goes by much too fast.
Sometimes, it pays to finish last.
There are seven lords who rule seven cities in the country of Alikahtolm. As rulers over us, they are vicious and cruel. Nothing seems to be able to penetrate their forces, so it is with a fading hope we continue to march on through our day. Hoping -no praying -for a deliver to save us.
We have not heard in four hundred years. Many of us have lost the remnant of hope that we possessed.
they are big.
live in one.
much people.
i hate people
Want to live in a city, i made it
What else?
Lot of cars
Hell
Paradise
Yeah
Cities and lights strung bright against the night sky make me amorous
not just a road
veins to cities
vessels traveling
in predetermined routes
seemingly minute
change perception
views are born again
Where the place where human beings once lived. They were great constructions of man’s inventions, that held many wonders and people at the time. They are now desolate, with sun rays and rain drops slowly melting away what once once. The crystals that had before covered them are now cracked and broken.
Philadelphia. I beautiful city. A troubled city filled with crime, murder, crying people. I see the lights. I hear the sounds. I feel at home. Despite the trouble, it is my city. My beautiful historical city filled with people who are strangers people who are searching for a new life to live in a fast paced environment. This is Philadelphia. This is m
I live in a city. Everyone lives in cities of their own. They can be amazing or crudely punishing.
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Crowded. Dirty. Terrifying. The walls close in on you. Everywhere you go is somewhere else just as terrifying, just as crowded and dirty and terrifying. No one can escape. Our whole world depends on this aggregation of filth. We are born here, and we will all die here.
I miss the daffodils. Right now, they must be blooming all around Mom’s farmhouse. She is probably scolding Billy, our neighbor, for coming over in the night to steal some to give to his wife. I wish I could be there. Why did I elope?