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So the place I live has been called cabbage country,. If that was true I guess it would smell kinda funky,. You've gotta be kidding me,. Unless you grow it in your garden it's cabbage free,.
Standing, watching the world go by. No need to ask for reasons why. Reassuring, to watch life unfold. Watching others, lives be told. Hurriedly, some walk with panic.
The grey smoke swirls up so pretty. As i stand and smoke at the edge of the city. The cylinder pleasure in between my lips. I better be back inside before my boss flips.
Woke up this morning. Updated and fresh. But an unplanned scan. Detected a viral mess. Sitting on my bed. Tears streaming down my face. Feeling totally disconnected. Gotta get out of this place.
Spiced orange candles, Mp3 on loop, Stacks of coursework, hail storms, And a carton of cranberry juice.
Yes that's what they call me. But it's really only a living. We all do something for money. Just wish they'd be more forgiving. The only thing I was ever good at. Not much at school but not thick.
#household #procrastination High above streets Amid glass suites To gleam away grime Streak free shine I tower above The push and shove 'Tween reflections of clouds Above the crowds Just me and...
It was taking way too long. Emma was stood at the bus stop, in the rain, freezing cold, once again cursing herself for never finishing those damn driving lessons.
Inspired by 'Ill MANORS' a film written and directed by Ben Drew (PlanB) Brought up in care A head start is rare Self worth smashed Things done for cash Caught up in a lifestyle Most want to run a...
The stories those trees could tell. The people who slept under them, pissed on them, wrote on them.
Enjoy..... This system we are enlisted to live in is killing our rhythm. Every job I have bin in you can barely afford a living.
It's not my bed. But it's somewhere to lay my head. It's not home. But a spacious modern dome. It's the big city lights. Taking in all the night sights. It's a super king bed.
She had on a pair of sunglasses and golden brown hair with those waves every girl wants to have.
A chaotic street with hustling crowd, Seemed empty when I saw him.. A boy of three covered in a shroud, With pale skin and eyes so dim.. Tired and hungry he was at last, As he sat on the gravel road..
The bus rumbles as it pauses, Along the busy city street, Where a traffic jam lies waiting, Beneath the summer's burning heat.
#colourchallenge #silver My heart I put on show Every single day Through the lyrics I sing And the music I play It's all for the people Who trudge past in the street Most will just keep...
Walking up the street. After a horrible day I was beat. But as I looked up. I heard a voice "sup?". My heart stopped I swear. As you were standing there. My closest friend. Stood on the paths end.
Does a thousand pound make a poor man rich.
I am the screwed up kid from a screwed up town where people get stabbed for no reason. I have screwed up friends who don't listen, who drink and smoke and don't know right from wrong.
Sunday Morning, Walking to the coffee shop Some observations... Everyone looks like they have drowned: pale and weary, hungover still perhaps. The slow march to buy coffee goes on.
They walk the streets. They work all day In a average building In an average way. They ignore at the unique. They call then dreamers The only sweetness in their lives, Is in their coffee creamers.
Oh ok so there's storms today. Not fussed at all, I'm off to the mall. The size of a state, and the shopping's great. And I cannot berate the exchange rate.
Watching the people walk on by Seeing hope and pain as I catch their eye Hands in their pockets or pushing a pram I wouldn't be them, would they be what I am.
A tower block, A wisp of smoke. Homeless people, Sometimes taking 'coke' Traffic jams, Polluted air. Everywhere you look, There's people there. Phones and iPods, All sorts of things.