My Lost City

I see my city glowing in the night,
With individual streetlights glowing faint,
As I compose this panegyric bright:
With self-awareness - postmodern, cruel taint.


I think of her, in my romantic vein,
As My Lost City. A place known only
As an idea beyond the window-sill.
Not lived or felt or seen or heard or known.


My unknown city. Yet when we go out,

With pubs and clubs and everlasting chat,
We feel we can exclaim with racous shout
The sheer serendipity of our night.


And when we wake and feel those weakling rays,
We know we have to do it all again.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Second poem ever, I think?

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This is beautiful. I love it.

This is beautiful. I love it. I think its my favorites by you, but if not, its deffinitely in the top 3. I need help on my new poem, "Numb Over Happiness," I think its a good idea, but its missing something. I want either you or poppy to comment. (p.s. sorry I'm asking so much of you, you're probably like "Wow this chick needs to get a teacher or some help and leave me alone." xD if I am anooying just point it out, and I will stop.)

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Thank you for those words.

Thank you for those words. Yes, actually, a nice twist on what you're experiencing. Haha no, not at all - I just happen to think someone who's qualified may provide you with more reliable advice! You're not annoying; I just have a fatal predisposition towards helping people haha.

Have you posted it yet? Or do you want a conversation about the content?

"Satellite's gone
up to the skies.
Thing like that drive me
out of my mind.

I watched it for a little while:
I love to watch things on TV." - Lou Reed