What am I?I am a bustling metropolis built of men's dreams.What am I?7 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Endless expansion, I'm always bursting at the seams.
A place to meet others, to discover new things-
You may wish to read of Canada or long-dead kings,
Play a game or start a fight;
I won't judge-- I don't know what's right.
I am home to communities large and small,
Freelancers, hobbyists, and corporate ladders tall.
Snugged deep in the alleys are unsavory doings,
While out in the square stands a cow mooing.
Collaboration or isolation,
I can make or break a nation.
Vast superhighways and less-trod dirt roads,
One may journey through a variety of modes.
No matter the time, my lights never die.
What am I?
NobodyI'm thinking at this momentNobody9 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that maybe nobody in the universe think of me,
that only I think of me.
And if I die now
not even me
would think of me.
AmbianceFeeling ignored is not the greatest ambiance.Ambiance14 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Through feeling ignored, I don’t feel loved.
And without feeling loved, I don’t feel anything.
what is the point?
Why bother anymore?
Lazy Essay type PoemWhere are we headed?Lazy Essay type Poem11 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Today humanity is facing a series of choices.
Religious fundamentalism mired with Nationalism & backed by Oligarchy
A Pseudo-Social Democracy that keeps pushing itself towards a vague idea of Freedom
Or will we simply have to settle for a Brave New World?
Can a Generation that has better communication devices then ever before bring peace?
Or are we merely doomed to succumb to material wants & simple selfishness?
Does writing bad poetry answer these questions?
Lost in winterILost in winter11 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
alone in the
winter, wearing nothing but a gown.
street lights flicker readying to burn out
I've walked across
the cold road
to find my
way back home I
didn't even bring my cellphone with me.