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I stepped out of the taxi and slammed the door shut, eyeing a man across the street. He looked somewhat familiar but I couldn't figure out if that was good or bad.
The lights slipping through the half closed blinds illuminated my body, playing over my skin in an almost sensual way. Not to me obviously, but I would like to think that it would be to someone else.
Lying in her doorway The shoppers pass her by Ignore her plea for 40p They never wonder why She is just a nobody to them Not worthy of a life They've not considered Her life so full of strife Her...
I turn off the world. I put my headphones on. My heart is beating to my favorite song. The streetlights are glowing. The city is alive. Lights are flashing and fast cars drive. People glow in dark.
Everyone is busy, Your leaving, I'm leaving. Floor's stinky, Landlord's shouting, Landlady's screaming. Stuffs are messy, We're annoying, We're ignoring.
Tiny little houses all the same,. Lined up together on roads with different names,. Inside each one is a different inhabitant,. Each with a different coloured cabinet,.
After staying out all night He looked a bit of a sight His beard was growing Underwear showing And his eyes weren't all that bright See, he'd been to a place Proceeded to get off his face And now it...
Chapter 1. Guitar and death. The air was humid and sour as she made her way down the street, it was may 25th, the date meant nothing special to her but she felt like it should.
Got to wake up now a cold shower will make you sober. Can't show the suits and skirts at work that you're still hungover. Standing on the train, better fix your tie.
The last time we ever seen eachother was two year ago & we've been keeping in touch thru fb since I lost my phone )': And yesterday he was in sg & so we met had dinner at Hard Rock Cafe & chatted...
Oi listen up. i'll tell ya 'bout My Mate, got it.
I wake up on the floor on my back. Something is digging into me so I fumble about and find an envelope, half hanging out my pocket.
"I don't know what London's coming to—the higher the buildings the lower the morals." Noël Coward 1899-1973. Most of the time I'll refer to where I live as "the city within a city".
Morning all. Was up all last night, most of it spent contemplating my navel and not drinking whiskey. Nevermind.
Beats thumping, swirling, and mixing in my mind Keeping my Adrenaline pumping, courage not far behind Taking in the surreal, deafening silence, The cold air I feel, In this city full of violence.
Wrapped up in string goes the candlelit dinner, throw it in the fridge for another day. You said you'd be home by 6, its 9:30, you threw your promises away.
Have you ever felt lost like a child in a city. When each pair of shoulders looked exactly like mum's. That panic sets in and you start to get anxious. Heart begins pounding, ears beat like drums.
Sleep evades me on this fine winter night The birds outside seem to think it's now sunrise Haven't they realized We changed the clock and moved the times.
Woman in a track suit with spittle around her lips, Eyes darting frantically left to right, Tugging at the wrist of a sunken eyed man, Disappear down an alley, Return an hour later, barely able...
She was a cyclist, pedalling down past the old fashioned shops on a metallic blue bicycle. Her hair flew behind her like a wild yet beautiful horse's mane, with faintly familiar brunette strands.
Volunteers don't get paid,not because they're worthless,but because they're priceless.
The night is young. The street is dark. Here is where. I make my mark. Check my make up. In the glass. My skirt's too short. Just hides my ass. Try to get. A man's attention.
I rang Beth again and again until she answered and when she did she was crying... "Cl...air...e" she sobbed. "Beth, what's happened?" "My stuff are gone and...And..." "What?" I quizzed.
Three blind mice... Scurrying on the floor Couldn't see the pussycat Behind the kitchen door Two blind mice... Fell into a hole One got out, but the other Now lives like a mole One blind mouse...