Written on Thursday
03/11/2022
At 08: 01
I imagine myself walking around Times square,
Breathing in the filthy air.
I can see myself riding a scooter in Central Park,
Sipping my Frappuccino while everyone rushes to work.
I can feel myself being carried away by a tide of people,
That feeling has never been so true, so real.
If I close my eyes, I can see me transported,
Air-lifted,
Teleported,
Directly delivered to where I'm destined.
New York is my childhood destination,
That has barely been beyond an obsession.
I love the fact you could meet anyone on the streets,
Doing the most mundane things such as groceries.
You can never grow tired of glamourous life,
That New York offers to those who thrive.
There's always something going on,
Forcing you forward whether you lost or won.
I can't wait to visit the city of lights,
The city of countless "going out" nights.
I can't wait to walk the same roads VIPs did,
It makes me want to giggle like a 5-year-old kid.
So, New York, please await my visit patiently,
I shall leave no rock unturned, studied thoroughly.
I want to spend my days discovering the history,
Listen and write about its times of glory.
Rest assured, New York, for I'm coming to you,
I'll find my crowd and fun to do.
When see you me, you'll want to recite poetry,
With happy and light verses to me.
So, until then accept my regards,
Till I get the trips as my rewards.
I wish I could take the first plane there,
Uncover my future and unveil my hair.
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PoetryIf you're looking for some poetry, you've come to the right place...or book. This is a collection of poems I have written over the years. Some poems talk about bullying, suicide, abuse, etc. so be aware. I hope you enjoy what I write.
