“City”
Cherry blossom approaches with spring
A little hummingbird hums with it
A pale rose colors the night for me
The cerulean colored wave is just above
Would you kindly come close to me?
Smell of coffee bursts right beside my nose
With the smell of an informal fag,
With a reek of beer
I do not like it
It is indeed unpleasant
Still, I cannot do anything
It is the economy that moves people
It is the humans why this was built
If there was no human, this city was never built nor born
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My Odd Consciences
PoetryI wrote these poem when I was 13-14, I write a lot about how I was in pain, which in retrospect is not much. But at the time it felt like the end of the world :o
