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#acrostic Man, oh, man--there’s that guy with the van, Yet again, on the curb with no obvious plan Seriously, man, the guy is a freak, That van’s been there for over a week.
Hmph… It is the end of the day, I wish I just had a teleport to get home. Forty minutes on a crammed ,germ filled train, yipee. I sit there.
Relax. Calm down. Calm. . . Down. Glance around me. Scan the room. ' Look at this place.' Chaos. Unwashed plates iced with congealed fat. Empty beer cans doubling as ash trays.
Broken Chair I have a chair but it's broken. I won't let go. I'm carrying my broken chair. We move from state to state. I don't share your pain, I don't hear your cry.
She sat on the ledge. It was truly a beautiful city. Elder trees lined up, exactly and precisely where they needed to be. Pigeons took turns perching on their branches.
Once upon a never, I lived on Spinner's End; Narrow, black buildings, Lined up around the bend. My house was near that Of a man I deeply hated; A man who didn't own a hat To cover his mane, so matted.
New Year's Eve, spent with new friends, in a new bar, on the edge of town. Slowing down, moving on, newer friends, coming undone at the smallest things.
Out there the world goes on without me The sky melts from blue to orange to pink to black each night and into reverse order in the morning No one cares about what's hidden behind every door Every...
So this is Christmas. Not that I could tell. Another year lonely. Another year here in hell. So merry Christmas. To the rest of the world. Every man every woman. And the boys and the girls.
I'm in Greenwich Park, up a tree. ie; London, see. It's really dark, it's really cold, and you won't ever find me. I've got booze, I've got drugs (skunk and speed), and an iPhone strapped on me...
I am lost. How long I've been walking. Not so sure. All around me I see black and purple and dark greens. But back home it's bright blues, greens and yellows.
Tossing, turning dreams almost burning. A loud alarm, eyes opened saved from harm. Clothes pulled on, a reflection in the mirror like your no one.
I'm sitting on the top of a flight of stairs. It's completely pitch black, apart from one street lamp at the end of the road. I'm alone. No one here but me. I'm enjoying the welcome silence and peace.
Lonely in the midst of faces, A moving, dynamic crowd, Surrounded by talk and chatter, Some looking sad, some proud, Walking, side by side - connecting.
Somedays it's way easier just 2 disconnect from society ...days like this when nothing goes right & the overwhelming idea comes n2 play that ur pissing off everyone u come n contact wit...or the...
I have been here many times before. I am alone. Nothing new there. This is just how it is. How it has been for the last twenty years or more.
#nightdwellers. The night's about. I've closed it out. It's better in. I have no doubt. A place, my own. My comfort zone. TV, iPad. Mobile phone. There's only me. And cup of tea. Nice and quiet.
Hello stranger, I didn't see you there. It must have been your dirty clothes, Or your scruffy hair. Hello stranger, I'll just walk right by, Pretend not to see you, Maintain my dignified smile.
I had forgotten how ungodly this hour seems when you're all alone and the sky is the colour of your aunts stress-grey hair.
Someone broke the front door window with a bottle of wine last night, what a waste of good drink, I could have settled for a quick fight, Outside ain't a safe place for me. Why.
I walk on the sidewalk to the total absence of sound. The penetrating quietness leaves much unknown. No questions are answered while the world sleeps.
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.
'Recollecting the city makes me smile. When you’re on your own, the city becomes your confidant, you know. Because a city is never just a city.
#nightdwellers. It's too hot and I just can't sleep. I'm so tiered but I can't get 40 winks. The house is quiet as is the street. I'm too sticky and hot from this heat. Browsing the web late at night.