in the city

[thisisdreaming]

in the city
ur just another face
without a name
without a life
no one cares who u are
u get lost in the busy streets
the hope filled eyes
the city lights
made me smile
i saw them for a moment
when i had the courage
to lift my head up
and take my eyes off the dirty sidewalk

what am i doing?

Comments

[pinkladyjan]

Spence, I know we're not close or anything, but I just hope you're okay, and want you to know that if you need someone to talk to... I'm here.

[thisisdreaming]

that means a lot thankyou

[gentlest_ben]

i ask myself the same question every damn day

[thisisdreaming]

i think we all do

[liss_honeybee]

oh man i just wrote one of my take home exam essays on Simmel (a sociologist) and i wrote about the Metropolis and the Mental Life
"in the city
ur just another face
without a name
without a life
no one cares who u are
u get lost in the busy streets"
...that is basically what i wrote....hahaha i need sleep!

[thisisdreaming]

so do i
its 5;30 am right now
im off to work
hope ur warm in bed
cause if u are
im jealious!

[anonymous]

that is a nice poem... i picture it being at night time with white/yellow lights, here is my poem to you (true experience) - [try to feel what i went through ok? i tried it with yours and it was good, try it with mine, not as the narrator himself but more as a friend that i'm telling it too)

THE TOKER

i left it to burn
i didn't complete extinquish it
so now its a pile of ashes...

a distant friend:(laugh) what?, what do you mean?

it burned to ashes
i toked before, once.
and i didn't extinquish it...
...god

im so sad
u have no idea
how sad i am

[thisisdreaming]

who the poo are u?

ps its not a poem
just words that don't mean anything.

[thisisreal]

dude don't you think that's a little harsh.
It's like a Free verse.
Margret Atwood does shit like that all the time.
Different doesn't mean bad.

[thisisdreaming]

i wasn't refering to his/her poem when i said that they are just words they don't mean anything i was refering to mine.

i really can't stand margret atwood

different never means bad though

[twatfacejesse]

the pig goes to the market
tells them that i am not a peice of meat

see im a poet tooo

your the best
barnicle

[thisisdreaming]

im not a poet!
i was just writing....
love u darling!
hangout tomorrow....u bring the cheap wine
its not like u would ever forget!
your the super best!