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It's strange when you go outside . . . And it's suddenly night. When you haven't experienced the transition from day. Makes me feel guilty. Only for a second though.
This is true but more of a jokey piece. And one swear word in it ...
So much to do, and so little to stop me. Just cold water, cold enough to lie inches deep and solid white. The engine whines and the tyre spins like a frantic double dip economy, gaining no purchase.
The city, With buildings so high. It's so different here, So loud and scary. People are ruder, Days are longer. Everyone's so busy, Crushing me to the side. I'm nothing yet, But I will be.
The lack of sleep that drove me to 5am insanity I left the house this morning fearing for your sanity Stuck on perilous roads with antagonising dicks I prayed you would make it to west london quick.
Well it's here, How do you feel, Depends, Glistening, Just started to snow just as was leaving work, Was going out, But think its toooo cold, Turn the heating Up, Keep looking out the window, Oh no...
Air so cold it freezes your lungs. Teeth chattering don't bite your tongue. It makes you shiver and clench your fists. Fighting your way through the fog and mist.
The silent. Blue. Streets. My pounding heart. My dancing feet. The glitter. Cascading. Twirling. My arms outstretched. My head whirling. Raining down. From. The sky. Sparkling like stars.
It starts with a simple itch, Then grows to a thunderous tick, And we're all just so damn sick, Of all we see.
A Monday sky, Work-like eyes, with a cloak of dark cloud. Rain in the air, brooding Dead calm, no wind, silently loud To a dark day, alluding.
After the morning that I've been through,. I'm going to switch on the kettle and make a cuppa brew,. Good job it's a rapid boiling kettle,. Without my caffeine fix my mind won't settle,.
I'm standing in a queue Stretching out in front of me She wants a skinny latte I only want some tea Been here for an age And I've only moved an inch From his charm offensive The barista doesn't...
This place, is new to Me . Here I'm a stranger. I dont know the houses, see no one i know. No Friendly faces, no smiles. No one is taking Amy notice of Me . I could live in another country.
Contains a few swears!!!!!!!!.
I Let down my hair and let my thoughts unwind. Shook my booty with a bit of bump and grind. The music pumped as my body played out its tune. Lost in the beat the rhythm my cocoon.
Open up the daytime Let's see what's in store Seriously chilly And puddles on the floor Intermittent wipers Try their best to stave the rain It's a sheet of liquid bubble wrap That pops time and...
Welcoming delight, The smells of perfumes, Has so much light. The blend of leather and bling brings happiness like ting. The soft cashmere sinks you in.
As I walk down the street, the air is fresh and windy. My hair is blowing about in the strong breeze, but I am happy.
#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.
Mentally ill, yet another grey pill, For how can you breathe if there's no time to kill, Not a second to spare, just a blur of bright air, A crescendo of colours whips hues through your hair.
Something happened to me today. I met a stranger on the street and for a split second our eyes met.
It's the first bit of fresh air in the morning, Your new favourite song being played on the radio, The more than usually happy neighbours greeting you as you walk past, The bus that you actually...
The music was downward spiralling upwards with a cool beat. Youthful expressionism in love and defeat. Summer illusions in September's heat. Chasing down forgotten memories in sleep.
In the old days when the bus doesn't come, you have no choice but just wait. With technology, we add apps in our phones and see what is time before the next bus.