after work.
poems.
2.53
as I walked to my station
I've got the chance to
see all of this human beings
getting lost between
day'n night,
past'n the future,
drinks'n each other
I've got the chance
to see them all
and even though my body aches
from running and serving the whole goddamn night
I feel sacred
walking through these streets
as if I'd be able
to watch over the things
nobody could overview
girls laughing,
boys clapping into their hands,
a mouse is crossing my way
as I notice bicycles
sleeping at the borders
just like so many others
right now
I'm walking under the stars
exhausted as fuck,
but still I'm feeling fluid,
still I'm sensing magic
between all of this
2.58
the station is empty
just as the bottles of beer
waiting next to me
and I don't need to watch my clock
I know that it's too late,
but even though our time's running
I'm still awake
I'm painting a picture of you in my head at this moment
and it's heartwarming
picturing,
thinking of you just feels
like the sunset
3.04
with every step I take
a new old memory is flashing my mind,
crossing my way
just like the r8
a few seconds ago
and suddenly
one of those cabs starts to alarm
sirens screaming everywhere
fitting to the beat of my music
the cab's driver's in action
I just start to laugh
n61
I'm waiting for my bus line
with shy girls to my left,
loud boys in my sight
this minute
city lights are hitting my eyes
like a spotlight
as if my life's getting captured
with every car that's driving by
3.11
I'm getting thirsty
thinking of
how I'll be able to
read my handwriting the next morning
thinking of
how I don't fucking care about my handwriting,
instead I'm starting to count the stars,
expecting
to find more than just the both of us,
but the darkness is thick tonight
no starlight coming through
except us
of course
3.16
so many people waiting,
looking for the same thing,
using the same tool,
heading to the same direction,
but still no one's around talking
and don't get me wrong
it's loud here
each one of them is
screaming in their own way,
but if you want to talk,
you've got to shout and listen
equally,
and everyone's numb,
nobody is listening
I start to believe that
they don't even listen to themselves
3.21
all of them wear
jeans jackets this night
and they all feel cold
you can see it in their eyes,
feel it in their cold embrace,
they wear jeans jackets,
but everyone's freezing
3.30
the driver wants to check my id,
but he should trust me
why don't you trust me?
why do you want me to pay for
all of this waiting?
I've waited so long just to see
you coming around the edge
now
people, jeans jackets and the smell of weed are all around,
but I'm still trying to come home
3.44
leaving the bus
the tram's still needing 11 minutes,
so I decided walking,
looking for another stop,
moving forward on my own
4.32
finally lying in my bed
listening to a song named bird
nobody's watching
I'm drowning in words,
falling asleep again
but why do I feel
as if I
finally need to wake up?
4.58
already dreaming of you
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