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In a city where twisted steel and poured concrete as well as nature collide, I am always moved by the feeling of pride when a single act of humanity exists.
#acrostic S omewhere below London on the map O h that's where I'll be, eating a nice bap U - turn back to London, back where I love T o where I feel I belong, H ome when I never stay long ... but...
The day was lux,. Illuminated in neon waves of. Neon people animated in. Glowing lives, multi-coloured flux. Of ethnicity coloured by. Strips of city streets bathed in. History, switched on like a.
Graffiti Art decorates the landscape. An urban life the spray can paints. Creative gems scattered in our city. Depicting happiness along with the gritty. In a concrete jungle a uniformed...
I know I post alot of things about pain and hurt and loss. But I look at the world around me, and its goddamn breathtaking.
Train to the big smoke. A big boiler to stoke. The trains horn loud and clear. Giving the kids excited fear. Off to London for the day. Even though the weather is slightly grey. We go with a smile.
"I'll go get Cherry and Lily," I said as Dylan, Cody and I stood up to leave. I brushed of the dirt from my legs and stood up straight. My uniform looked wrinkled after sitting for too long.
I stand in a street surrounded by people in black and grey. Black satchels, black coats, black gloves, black shoes. Grey trousers. Their faces are grey from stress.
London streets are very upbeat Especially after being in Lichfield Went for a walk but there wasn't enough space But I had to go to Christopher place Met my friend Mr.
Spending time now payment's overdue. Jump off the road they said was tried and true. Grasping fate in both my hands, throw it high and watch it fall in strands.
Come to our wonderful city and start, To wonder at the metropolis at the world's heart. Creation has triumphed, for all places here, Have poems and stories, and jokes, laughs and tears.
Drifting sax melody, catches me, in a tunnel, in a tube way, London station, causing me to pause, to stop dead, in my tracks, to give, concentration, to this, angelic, music, sweet music, like love,...
Today seems like the rest, a cobble stone road winds in front of me, the sun seems brighter somehow, a tree emits a hanged frown.
A breath of air, A brand new stench, Another figure, On a bench. Far too clouded, For the stars, The scent if whiskey, So many bars.
Wake me up with morning rain. As I walk these streets that all look the same. Dry my skin on the days first train. Same bystanders, different names. Wishing hard for something good. Curse my luck.
#nightdwellers A pale silvery full moon resides over the pale night sky, It's iridescent glow reflects on the river setting a romantic scene for lovers as they pass by.
#description As I walk down the paved streets, my eyes flit past the flashing, in-your-face neon signs, the tourists with over-prices Nikon cameras, and I smile.
I'm on the 10th floor. I can see all. Of Florida and more. A sprawling vista in the light. The brightest neon show at night. Taxi bikes hustle. Amid the bustle. Politeness, 'You're Welcome'.
The Perfect Apple The moment was perfect in that instant, As we leapt from the yellow cab's doors. The bright lights of Manhattan in the distance, On our honeymoon night in New York.
I've missed this place it feels good to touch base. Music from the packed bars dancing under a canopy of stars, the late nights and big city sights, even the dirty old river.
I just walked into the hotel door I'm sure it said push when I was here before The beefeater doorman laughed a lot Said I should of given him a tip or had I forgot.
He looked out across the city. Darkness crept in like black blood dripping down to earth. Buildings lit up. Lights flashing and blinking.
The rain beat down relentless. Drumming hard upon my head. Splashing up From cobbles dark and dank and dead. It makes me feel so lonely. The people rushing by. Heads down and not responsive.
Chapter 2 I woke up. My head was spinning from last night. But the boys made me. No one wanted me single. My hair, golden and all messy looked like hell. " Jakob!. You are up bro!!".