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#myfavouriterepost. (Sorry if there's too many). Hate forged metal. And kids packing heat. Horizontalizing bodies. And verticalizing feet. Putting lead into flesh. Without missing a beat.
The still of the night. Is a scary old place. People are walking. With pain on their face. Some are so drunk. They can not stand. Crawling around. Beer in their hand. Many of which.
Throat dry, hands numb, Sitting there, looking dumb. White face, snowflake tender. Peaky face, small and slender. Dirty windows, dusty floors, Sleeping out beside shop doors.
Cold December drags on. Little boy walking at night, singing his song. The only familiar voice to him, is his own. The cold, damp streets he calls his home. His heart is pure but very strong.
#xmasparody. BADWORDS. I'm dreading another shite Christmas. Just like the ones I've come to know. Where the shop doors glisten. And no one listens. To the homeless in the snow.
A world of peeling paint and mildew, Where things stop working like clapped out minds.
He's sitting on the corner Of the road you always pass, He's always there, not always seen All he wants if some cash, He has no home to go to No family of his own He needs some help, some...
#rant What happened to the simplicity of living in caves. When man hunted to share his prey When women cooked over a fire in the pouring rain.
Trenchart alley's dirty But at least it shuns the wind Of an evenin' (mid-October) When the sun's Autumn scarlet's thinned.
Lying cold on the street. Below people's feet. Wearing cold rags. Smoking fags. People are walking past,. They go past me- fast. Act like I'm not there. They don't give a care. From day to night.
A man sees two children. Two children whom have never seen much of the world. Two children, abandoned, alone in the cold winter night. Just as everybody else he walks past them. Carelessly.
The stone cold pavement against my cheek Depression is the reason i feel so weak. Sleeping rough,Means no food to eat Not even a drink on this cold crowded street.
Walking down the golden lane. Poverty restricts them like a chain. A line is forming in the street. Just more people after heat. A scurry of feet through the door. People always after more.
~really beautiful song, my favorite really sad though.
#household I'm the bed that they lie on. The blanket that, keeps them warm. I can be their home, and with me they roam. Tired, hungry and cold, this is how they live.
I love my bed, And I'm grateful for it. Not everyone gets a bed. Think of that next time you sleep. There are some people Left out in the cold.
Softly, quietly, the baby slept. Softly, silently, the mother wept. Crystal diamonds in the sky, Airplanes flying way up high.
Underneath the railway bridge Early morning fog Sits a lonely homeless man And his faithful dog Stands up tall and stretches 'Rover' does the same Another hurtful round Of the begging/busking...
Cursing, Swearing... At an eviction letter. Hoping, Praying... For something better. Worrying, Fretting... Nowhere to live. Owing, Paying... No money To give. Loosing, Everything... Out on the street.
In a cut throat city on a winters day. A young boy I knew went and lost his way. Little Noah with the grin, his nickname. He'll pinch your wallet, he has no shame. He's a shady runt. Or so they say.
The darkness descended and settled upon the city, spreading like a disease. Lights flickered then went out as families bade each other goodnight.
Do you see the man with straggly hair. No money for food or change for fare. His nails are black and teeth are rotten, He knows more than you've forgotten.
He sits, an empty day ahead, Eyes so tired, a heavy heart. Some prayers, his thoughts within his head. Seems no one cares if this man were dead.
No way to live. Nor a way to die. Anything you give. Will seem like a lie. There is nowhere to flee. All they have are bags. No real cloths no money. They dress in the same old rags.