urban rain
Bright lights glint against puddles on a busy urban street
Fresh drops disrupting the overstimulating reflection
with
circles
reverbrating
The colors, the movement, excitement
I crave it
Take me to the city
Take me where there are always people
Where the cars don't stop
Where I may live anonymous
Trudging through urban streets
In urban rain
Where I may melt into the graffiti
Into the cracks in the sidewalk,
Into the noise
Into the puddle with a reflection of the city
With fresh drops disrupting the overstimulation
Fresh drops disrupting the overstimulating reflection
with
circles
reverbrating
The colors, the movement, excitement
I crave it
Take me to the city
Take me where there are always people
Where the cars don't stop
Where I may live anonymous
Trudging through urban streets
In urban rain
Where I may melt into the graffiti
Into the cracks in the sidewalk,
Into the noise
Into the puddle with a reflection of the city
With fresh drops disrupting the overstimulation
you know u are maybe the only person who craves for that urban feel and the post is i feel, def without an undercurrent of desperately avoindin the noise and chaos which ppl usually dislike...
Posted by
Anu |
4:39 PM
i have to admit, i love both the noise and chaos of the city. being born and raised in a big city it is unnatural for me to live without the background noise of urban life around me. thats what the poem is really about, having 'city' in your blood. and actually, most of the people I know (probably also city people like myself) have totally sympathized with me.
Posted by
S |
2:16 AM
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