Cities are like a pie. I dont know why. Deal with it.
I have visited a few cities in my time. Generally they are full with people and shit. Sometimes both of those things combine to form shit people. Cities have a lot of them.
Chump McChump
Standing on the hill I let my gaze immerse in the shimmering blue of the cities soon to be burned.
the skyline was a beautiful color of violet mixed with a royal blue. you hear nothing but the revving of engines and sirens as the day turns to a warm summers evening. people pass by as i look for my friend who i was supposed to meet with.
Brandon Castillo
I have sixty seconds to write about cities but I have had no sleep and can’t. i live in a city though. Just a small one, bigger than my home town though, I’d like to live in a bigger one though. I’d like the feeling of being hugged by the whole city.
E
All the cities have their own attitude and spirit. Beograde wasn’t any different. Colors, buildings, streets and people they were all telling a beautiful story. Was it love, hate, revenge, joy or maybe hope the feeling behind it, I was to find out soon.
Stef
there are some cities, he says, full of women with their pantyhose tugged beneath their knees and they’re on those knees with their mouths crammed chockful of their sins and their hatred. and they don’t choose to be this way, he emphasises and he shouts, and she nods and stares at him, mesmerised.
and there are cities, he states, that have their sins splayed out on the people who fill and flood the streets and the poisoned air with their voices and their noises and their ECHOES that resonate bounce crash onto our waiting eardrums.
AND THERE ARE CITIES, he shouts, THAT DON’T EVEN SIN BECAUSE THEY’RE SO FUCKING INNOCENT AND SO FUCKING PERFECT AND IN THE EYES OF THE WORLD, I AM A SINNER JUST BECAUSE I WANTED TO SAVE SOME PEOPLE. and he scratches his hatred onto the walls of his concrete cell and his fingernails snap but he doesn’t scream he just stares at his bleeding fingers while she gasps and rushessnatchesrummages for a plaster and he just stares at his bleeding fingers
because in the eyes of the world in his eyes in her eyes in their eyes he is a sinner because in their city there is no such thing as saving another.
and there are cities he whispers haggard broken dead dying doomed where the people cannot help each other because they are selfish and too absorbed by themselves or else they will die and because i tried i will die now. his voice is broken crying dying
she nods and she tries for a smile and she hands him his plaster which he does not take and will not use and she makes another shaky note with her shaky hand and she stands and she moves over to the door just out of his reach behind the bars and she smiles and she nods and she leaves the room.
and in this city he will die and in this city he will find his revenge and his solace.
Teeming, sluggish, filled with the stenching, heady breath of life, with nowhere to go but up.
Betsy
This was incredible. I had no idea that ground dwellers had formed entire cities networking for miles underground. I was so used to residing in the trees (and more recently within the mountains and caves with Xander) that I had no idea what to think.
“This is incredible,” I whispered, almost speechless from the site. There were paved roads, moving vehicles, buildings that rose up for six or seven stories. It was amazing.
of all the cities in all the world she could have gone to she chose to come to mine. haha.. i know i stole that from some classic movie that i have never actually watched. what’s there to write about cities. seriously. say something about cities without sounding like a tour guide. i dare you.
Indifference, right? That’s the front I’m supposed to put up. I’m supposed to strut down the street tossing my head back to laugh and batting my eyelashes at all the pretty boys. And yes, I do those things because they’re fun and I get a kick out of them, but I’m not crawling back into that body of metal again. I will laugh when I mean it, and cry when I need it. And I will care as deeply as I always have. Because I would hunt through all the cities in the world to find and protect you. That is what it means to love someone.
Buildings. Dogs. People. Full of busy people. Trash. Teenagers fooling around. Pictures of cities posted on tumblr. Nothing much really. I love to go out but not today. We can see change in cities nowadays.
cities are busy and full with life. they’re exciting and intriguing. i’d like to live in one someday. people often say city life can be lonely but there’s so many people there. it’s sounds so much fun. i love cities.
Jessica Hamilton
There are various cities in India where the real estate prices are very high. Top five cities are Mumbai, Bangalore, Delhi, Pune and Chandigarh. But the most expensive city award goes to Mumbai. House was suppose to be a necessity but in a city like Mumbai, they are a dream.
travellerinmotion
Cities are the main reason people go insane. They’re all hustle and bustle. Too loud and noisy. The one reason people vacation is to escape the craziness. CITIES ARE THE ROOT TO ALL INSANITY.
Stephanie
I love the math majors. But I need someone who will do more than stand at a balcony and stare at the stars. I’ll be the one who does that: here, look up at all that beauty. He’ll be the one who puts his hand lightly at the back of my head: look down, Trianca. Look at all the lights in the city. He’ll take my hand and drag me down the stairs and say, “It’s called nightlife, Trianca.” I’ll say no but he won’t listen, and I’ll be glad he didn’t listen. Some things, you have to be forced to do.
After the corridors lay a mystery. There could be cities there, for all she knew. People had gone down those corridors but only one of them had come back so far. And she knew better than to ask him what lay beyond. There was something about him that made her feel inferior – not in a bad way: perhaps it was not so much that she felt inferior, but that she felt he was superior.
Lilmag
By day, the black buildings seem a dreary shelter against the winter. But at night, the spires light up against the night sky. You can’t help but watch the lights, feel in your gut some kind of triumph of man against nature.
The boy looked down upon the clouds and he saw the twinkling of lights below. Heck, it was more like a series of burning constellations down there. The cities held their own, their fires shining brighter than the real, true to galaxy matter stars that would sooner or later crash into the homes below.
dramarie
i love them i want to live in them for ever even though they’re dirty. they are beautiful, like a broken window. they have character. they have a deep soul that takes years to understand. live love and cry. the concrete will soak up your tears.
rowan Pickering
Cities are to big I think I don’t think id be able to function in one. I live in a small town really small cities suck they’re to busy and noisy no peace anymore
Jaz
Cities are the greatest creation by man. Stable communities for people to live in. Places for people to call home, businesses to start. Without cities we’d be living in huts across the country. No sense of man with man could exist, and people would still be living by themselves, thriving by themselves, with no contact to other human beings.
places of wonder, crime sex fun intrigue art lonesome and all the rest. Our modern world, indeed colourful, yet grey, sad but vibrant. Where we are at right now, or where are we are going. Depends on what part you live I guess.
John
Cities can be fantastic. Night lights, night life, night people. Drinks in bars with crowded strangers, hoping for a night unlike any other. Friends you think you can always count on, and sometimes you can, if only for a little while. Cities, though, can be dark, scary, dirty, grey with puddles and stinking of misery and loneliness. There is always a good, and the bad is never far away.
As I walked down the block, I was listening to Gang Starr’s “Moment of Truth” on my iphone. It was a cold and cloudy day, one of my favorite days. Something about the cold makes me feel awake as I’m walking around.
john w.
the first time we are caught.
$90 trespassers’ fine
my father is a poor loser, takes it pouting & with a fit
but he was in bright yellow and i was in solid blue–
we were in an open prairie, it’s like a punchline, really–
because i am his daughter & his only one, he tells me,
‘do not think this means you should stop’
and on the way home he teaches me this
breaking into someplace else (an old train car sitting in the middle of the city)
–he got his doctorate for fun & he makes his 65k for the hell of it
& he never learned how to talk to young girls (not even his own)
& he thinks he raised me better than this:
i teach boys to hop the garden fences while i pay the entry fee
a failure by my father’s standards
(but i am not going to carry this last name on)
I take the stroll from the bus stop to my building, looking up at the skyscrapers surrounding me; I feel so insignificant. Who knew that I would still be here. The Twin Cities, holding me here with everything that’s been weighing me down. It’s time to release all that I’ve been gripping on to, all that’s been dragging me down.
Too big and loud, i’d just like to get away.
Sit in a field and watch the clouds and let the time slip away.
Nowhere in city limits can my worries begin to fade.
when you say cities all i can think of is the chaos, noise, pollution, people milling around and what not. though i say most of it in negative vein, i am a cities person. i love the energy of the city culture more than anything else. its addictive and very stimulating also. wonder what one will do without that kind of energy.
Hema R
Cities are a different place at night than they are in the day. At night, the darkness covers up what shouldn’t be seen; what no one wants to be seen. It creates a blanket of safety that the people can hide under.
Jane
cities……….to begin to write about cities is to start on an endless path. Because there is so much to say about these large communities i will not start. the light are mesmerizing and the noises are so vivide with culture. WAIT, i siad i would not start and i will not. i refuse to go back on my word
cities……….to begin to write about cities is to start on an endless path. Because there is so much to say about these large communities i will not start.
Corry is a city. It’s probably the best city there is. It’s small, but not too small. And it’s large enough that you can still find places to get lost in. Sure you might know almost everything that goes on, and everyone…but there are still hidden gems there. And those gems are what makes everything worth while. And if you have to leave..that’s probably what will hit you the hardest. You’ll miss it. That city became your home.
Cities are like a pie. I dont know why. Deal with it.
I have visited a few cities in my time. Generally they are full with people and shit. Sometimes both of those things combine to form shit people. Cities have a lot of them.
Standing on the hill I let my gaze immerse in the shimmering blue of the cities soon to be burned.
the skyline was a beautiful color of violet mixed with a royal blue. you hear nothing but the revving of engines and sirens as the day turns to a warm summers evening. people pass by as i look for my friend who i was supposed to meet with.
I have sixty seconds to write about cities but I have had no sleep and can’t. i live in a city though. Just a small one, bigger than my home town though, I’d like to live in a bigger one though. I’d like the feeling of being hugged by the whole city.
All the cities have their own attitude and spirit. Beograde wasn’t any different. Colors, buildings, streets and people they were all telling a beautiful story. Was it love, hate, revenge, joy or maybe hope the feeling behind it, I was to find out soon.
there are some cities, he says, full of women with their pantyhose tugged beneath their knees and they’re on those knees with their mouths crammed chockful of their sins and their hatred. and they don’t choose to be this way, he emphasises and he shouts, and she nods and stares at him, mesmerised.
and there are cities, he states, that have their sins splayed out on the people who fill and flood the streets and the poisoned air with their voices and their noises and their ECHOES that resonate bounce crash onto our waiting eardrums.
AND THERE ARE CITIES, he shouts, THAT DON’T EVEN SIN BECAUSE THEY’RE SO FUCKING INNOCENT AND SO FUCKING PERFECT AND IN THE EYES OF THE WORLD, I AM A SINNER JUST BECAUSE I WANTED TO SAVE SOME PEOPLE. and he scratches his hatred onto the walls of his concrete cell and his fingernails snap but he doesn’t scream he just stares at his bleeding fingers while she gasps and rushessnatchesrummages for a plaster and he just stares at his bleeding fingers
because in the eyes of the world in his eyes in her eyes in their eyes he is a sinner because in their city there is no such thing as saving another.
and there are cities he whispers haggard broken dead dying doomed where the people cannot help each other because they are selfish and too absorbed by themselves or else they will die and because i tried i will die now. his voice is broken crying dying
she nods and she tries for a smile and she hands him his plaster which he does not take and will not use and she makes another shaky note with her shaky hand and she stands and she moves over to the door just out of his reach behind the bars and she smiles and she nods and she leaves the room.
and in this city he will die and in this city he will find his revenge and his solace.
we could build and destroy cities, you know, he says. she nods.
i know.
BUT YOU WON’T BUDGE, he says, and his voice rises fervently in pitch. WHY WON’T YOU HELP ME?
because i can’t even help myself, she says, quietly.
his head drops, his smile fades. his spirits heave and sob. he’s always loved her, but to no end. she can’t and she won’t be with him. never.
Big Towns which are full of people
Big Towns
Enormous towns are full of people.
Where I was born . Big places full of accomodations and facilities . They have lots of people and modern buildings . they are noisy.
The cities past my window shown bright, but not as bright as your eyes. I told you I’d never leave.
Teeming, sluggish, filled with the stenching, heady breath of life, with nowhere to go but up.
This was incredible. I had no idea that ground dwellers had formed entire cities networking for miles underground. I was so used to residing in the trees (and more recently within the mountains and caves with Xander) that I had no idea what to think.
“This is incredible,” I whispered, almost speechless from the site. There were paved roads, moving vehicles, buildings that rose up for six or seven stories. It was amazing.
The places where all the people, melt together, co-exist, and not know one another. To be able to be alone, without being, alone.
I wish I could see NYC soon. I love the lights pretty much. I’m a sucker for it. And I don’t know… It fascinates me.
of all the cities in all the world she could have gone to she chose to come to mine. haha.. i know i stole that from some classic movie that i have never actually watched. what’s there to write about cities. seriously. say something about cities without sounding like a tour guide. i dare you.
Indifference, right? That’s the front I’m supposed to put up. I’m supposed to strut down the street tossing my head back to laugh and batting my eyelashes at all the pretty boys. And yes, I do those things because they’re fun and I get a kick out of them, but I’m not crawling back into that body of metal again. I will laugh when I mean it, and cry when I need it. And I will care as deeply as I always have. Because I would hunt through all the cities in the world to find and protect you. That is what it means to love someone.
Buildings. Dogs. People. Full of busy people. Trash. Teenagers fooling around. Pictures of cities posted on tumblr. Nothing much really. I love to go out but not today. We can see change in cities nowadays.
cities are busy and full with life. they’re exciting and intriguing. i’d like to live in one someday. people often say city life can be lonely but there’s so many people there. it’s sounds so much fun. i love cities.
There are various cities in India where the real estate prices are very high. Top five cities are Mumbai, Bangalore, Delhi, Pune and Chandigarh. But the most expensive city award goes to Mumbai. House was suppose to be a necessity but in a city like Mumbai, they are a dream.
Cities are the main reason people go insane. They’re all hustle and bustle. Too loud and noisy. The one reason people vacation is to escape the craziness. CITIES ARE THE ROOT TO ALL INSANITY.
I love the math majors. But I need someone who will do more than stand at a balcony and stare at the stars. I’ll be the one who does that: here, look up at all that beauty. He’ll be the one who puts his hand lightly at the back of my head: look down, Trianca. Look at all the lights in the city. He’ll take my hand and drag me down the stairs and say, “It’s called nightlife, Trianca.” I’ll say no but he won’t listen, and I’ll be glad he didn’t listen. Some things, you have to be forced to do.
After the corridors lay a mystery. There could be cities there, for all she knew. People had gone down those corridors but only one of them had come back so far. And she knew better than to ask him what lay beyond. There was something about him that made her feel inferior – not in a bad way: perhaps it was not so much that she felt inferior, but that she felt he was superior.
By day, the black buildings seem a dreary shelter against the winter. But at night, the spires light up against the night sky. You can’t help but watch the lights, feel in your gut some kind of triumph of man against nature.
The boy looked down upon the clouds and he saw the twinkling of lights below. Heck, it was more like a series of burning constellations down there. The cities held their own, their fires shining brighter than the real, true to galaxy matter stars that would sooner or later crash into the homes below.
i love them i want to live in them for ever even though they’re dirty. they are beautiful, like a broken window. they have character. they have a deep soul that takes years to understand. live love and cry. the concrete will soak up your tears.
Cities are to big I think I don’t think id be able to function in one. I live in a small town really small cities suck they’re to busy and noisy no peace anymore
Cities are the greatest creation by man. Stable communities for people to live in. Places for people to call home, businesses to start. Without cities we’d be living in huts across the country. No sense of man with man could exist, and people would still be living by themselves, thriving by themselves, with no contact to other human beings.
places of wonder, crime sex fun intrigue art lonesome and all the rest. Our modern world, indeed colourful, yet grey, sad but vibrant. Where we are at right now, or where are we are going. Depends on what part you live I guess.
Cities can be fantastic. Night lights, night life, night people. Drinks in bars with crowded strangers, hoping for a night unlike any other. Friends you think you can always count on, and sometimes you can, if only for a little while. Cities, though, can be dark, scary, dirty, grey with puddles and stinking of misery and loneliness. There is always a good, and the bad is never far away.
As I walked down the block, I was listening to Gang Starr’s “Moment of Truth” on my iphone. It was a cold and cloudy day, one of my favorite days. Something about the cold makes me feel awake as I’m walking around.
the first time we are caught.
$90 trespassers’ fine
my father is a poor loser, takes it pouting & with a fit
but he was in bright yellow and i was in solid blue–
we were in an open prairie, it’s like a punchline, really–
because i am his daughter & his only one, he tells me,
‘do not think this means you should stop’
and on the way home he teaches me this
breaking into someplace else (an old train car sitting in the middle of the city)
–he got his doctorate for fun & he makes his 65k for the hell of it
& he never learned how to talk to young girls (not even his own)
& he thinks he raised me better than this:
i teach boys to hop the garden fences while i pay the entry fee
a failure by my father’s standards
(but i am not going to carry this last name on)
I take the stroll from the bus stop to my building, looking up at the skyscrapers surrounding me; I feel so insignificant. Who knew that I would still be here. The Twin Cities, holding me here with everything that’s been weighing me down. It’s time to release all that I’ve been gripping on to, all that’s been dragging me down.
Too big and loud, i’d just like to get away.
Sit in a field and watch the clouds and let the time slip away.
Nowhere in city limits can my worries begin to fade.
when you say cities all i can think of is the chaos, noise, pollution, people milling around and what not. though i say most of it in negative vein, i am a cities person. i love the energy of the city culture more than anything else. its addictive and very stimulating also. wonder what one will do without that kind of energy.
Cities are a different place at night than they are in the day. At night, the darkness covers up what shouldn’t be seen; what no one wants to be seen. It creates a blanket of safety that the people can hide under.
cities……….to begin to write about cities is to start on an endless path. Because there is so much to say about these large communities i will not start. the light are mesmerizing and the noises are so vivide with culture. WAIT, i siad i would not start and i will not. i refuse to go back on my word
cities……….to begin to write about cities is to start on an endless path. Because there is so much to say about these large communities i will not start.
Corry is a city. It’s probably the best city there is. It’s small, but not too small. And it’s large enough that you can still find places to get lost in. Sure you might know almost everything that goes on, and everyone…but there are still hidden gems there. And those gems are what makes everything worth while. And if you have to leave..that’s probably what will hit you the hardest. You’ll miss it. That city became your home.