We have finally reached the twenty-first century. What a time to be alive! I never speak to my neighbours, and they don’t speak to me. An old lady, who lived down the road, died in her apartment and wasn’t discovered for three months. The city streets, once empty at night, are now busy. I can walk around freely and wear what I like; nobody looks up or makes eye contact. People go missing all the time. Nobody looks for the...
A warm and muggy night,a frenzied city in respite,the clouds overhead shine,from all the city lightsConcrete blocks stacked to the sky,reaching to the clouds up high,within a city of millions,but not a known soul nearbySurrounded by an endless sea,filled with sleeping neighbors,here alone, I can be free,a chance to simply beThere are always others about,from the neon-lit bars,to clubs where they dance and shout,until last...
A warm spring night under the skyscrapers I stand under a blossoming tree Each flower burning and sparkling in orange light As a street lamp burns From within its tangled branches. The beautiful sight takes me back to Nashville last spring, And you - shimmering under a blossom tree too. You, me, and a friend, How I wished then that you could be mine, The music of your spirit still ringing in my ears, The music of your pre...
In the city late at night,Just me, my music, and my gun.A light drizzle through the haze,Orange light posts shine along the street,Illuminating millions of droplets in the halos.Hard cruel and dangerousBut beautiful too.I walk the city late at night,Just me, my music, and my gun.
There were little fireflies in the dark sky, and that's how I knew it was nighttime. Momma called them stars, and I always loved looking up at them. There was also an enormous white will-o'-the-wisp that watched over the fireflies, but Momma called it the moon. Momma sometimes let me sit outside the place where we sleep to look up at the stars with her, and that's what I was doing now. The place was peaceful. Many others...
On the train to the city we see a bunch of kids dressed as elfs, Santa Clauses, and slutty Mrs. Clauses..it's packed...Saturday. An awkward staring fest as to who gets the best seats and who's nice enough to give their seats to a lady and stand the whole time. Then get this....a couple a more kids in Santa outfits come, sporting a 12 pack of bud light. America: drunk Santa Clauses....for the kids, you know? They might as...
