"Now Timothy why won't you come to me. Your suck a stupid dog. I don't know why I even bother." Said a little boy who had on rags and no shoes on. "Maybe I can find a job soon, even though am still small. I will head to the bigger buildings tomorrow and then as a treat in the afternoon I will go to the see the big lady with a torch. That's what I will do! Tomorrow will be my lucky day. But, today I got to sleep. Then I got to find a way to clean myself up and wash my hair. But how? I don't have a home, there's a fountain around the corner that might work. Am so excited to get the American dream back."
The atmosphere is unforgettable. How could you not love a city that never slept? There was always something to do, something to see. The musicals, the street performers, the concerts, the games, the people. These are the things that you always remember. You remember the smell. The noise was what got you to sleep. Your roommate was your best friend. You guys did everything together. You had the same experiences, but they were taken different ways. The clubs and the drugs. The alcohol, too. Was it becoming too much?
You were by yourself. You became to comfortable with this city. You trusted the unknown. Now you're gone. Everyone you loved left without you. They're hurt and lost and confused. You're no longer here. You become the forgotten in the unforgettable.
The city of Rome is rich in ancient history, architecture, and Catholic faith. The city has a city within a city, noted the Vatican City. Beyond the brick tell the stories of some great military leaders. Julius Caesar, the once great king betrayed by his subjects. The ancient Roman Gladiator camps still set up in memory of their lifestyle. A city remembering the past in so many ways, but also encouraging the growth of the new. All the new technologies are embraced in their youth, and in their schooling. All in all a place that embraces the new but keeps the old with their lifestyle.
Alive with people dancing through the streets. Memories of America encased in stone. Voices wafting through the city, mingling with the scent of food and cherry blossoms in spring.
"Let's take a trip." Says Mrs. Smith to her family. The two children looked at each other. "Let's go to Florida and go to Disney world." Yelled Anna the youngest child. Mother and father glanced at one another. "We can't afford it." The father said. Anna got a frown on her face and she ran up to her room angrily. She sat and pouted in her room all night until her mother called her for dinner. She came to the table with tears in her eyes. "Stop crying." Said her sister Molly. Anna looked at her meanly. "Listen kids, your father and I will think about going to Florida for a couple days." Said the mother. Anna jumped out of her seat in excitement to this news. "Sit down." Said the grumpy father trying to eat his food. Anna's dream has finally came true her family went to Disney World. "Florida is my favorite place to go!" Says Anna on the way back home!
It's the place I've always dreamt of but never really seen. I leave my life behind one step at a time, as I escape down the merciless, congested streets, the cool September breeze dancing through my hair and past the surface of my body. All of these years I've been stuck in that town, longing to see what lies beyond. I've so frequently imagined these neon city lights that reflect off of my pale skin, these timeless traditions I have come to know so well, and the pride carried by those passionate individuals with a unconditional love for their hometown. It's where I've always wanted to be, where I've always belonged.
I'm lost in the lights and crowds. I've never felt smaller but I'm standing so tall. I'm lost in the love, lost on the street, lost in the city, lost with you.
A small contended smile found its way onto her face as her black combat boots thudded on the pavement. Her trench coat billowed behind her as she pulled her beanie further down her ears.
People rubbed against her shoulders as they traveled hastily towards their destinations, those of which ranged from work, to band practice, to their splatter painted studio on the Upper East Side.
It was nice to go for a walk and not have someone honk their horns and wave excitedly as they recognized you from that play you had just been in last weekend.
She ducked into her apartment building and strode over to the wall of mail boxes. A girl dressed in a black maxi skirt and t-shirt came racing down the steps, holding in her hand a wide brimmed hat trimmed with a stripped ribbon.
She came to stand beside the girl who stood thumbing through her pile of mail. She extracted from her shoulder bag a small key belonging to her own mailbox.
"Hello, " she began, unlocking her box, "new here?"
Startled, the other girl looked up and, for a moment, lost her voice. Finally she managed a timid "yes,"
"Cool. See ya around." With that the girl placed the hat on her tumbling mane of brown hair and made her way into the swirling tornado of autumn leaves.
Left in her anonymity and peaceful solitude the remaining girl's combat boots thudded up the steps as a contended smile found her chapped lips.
"Now Timothy why won't you come to me. Your suck a stupid dog. I don't know why I even bother." Said a little boy who had on rags and no shoes on. "Maybe I can find a job soon, even though am still small. I will head to the bigger buildings tomorrow and then as a treat in the afternoon I will go to the see the big lady with a torch. That's what I will do! Tomorrow will be my lucky day. But, today I got to sleep. Then I got to find a way to clean myself up and wash my hair. But how? I don't have a home, there's a fountain around the corner that might work. Am so excited to get the American dream back."
ReplyDeleteThe atmosphere is unforgettable. How could you not love a city that never slept? There was always something to do, something to see. The musicals, the street performers, the concerts, the games, the people. These are the things that you always remember. You remember the smell. The noise was what got you to sleep. Your roommate was your best friend. You guys did everything together. You had the same experiences, but they were taken different ways. The clubs and the drugs. The alcohol, too. Was it becoming too much?
ReplyDeleteYou were by yourself. You became to comfortable with this city. You trusted the unknown. Now you're gone. Everyone you loved left without you. They're hurt and lost and confused. You're no longer here. You become the forgotten in the unforgettable.
The city of Rome is rich in ancient history, architecture, and Catholic faith. The city has a city within a city, noted the Vatican City. Beyond the brick tell the stories of some great military leaders. Julius Caesar, the once great king betrayed by his subjects. The ancient Roman Gladiator camps still set up in memory of their lifestyle. A city remembering the past in so many ways, but also encouraging the growth of the new. All the new technologies are embraced in their youth, and in their schooling. All in all a place that embraces the new but keeps the old with their lifestyle.
ReplyDeleteAlive with people dancing through the streets. Memories of America encased in stone. Voices wafting through the city, mingling with the scent of food and cherry blossoms in spring.
ReplyDelete"Let's take a trip." Says Mrs. Smith to her family. The two children looked at each other. "Let's go to Florida and go to Disney world." Yelled Anna the youngest child. Mother and father glanced at one another. "We can't afford it." The father said. Anna got a frown on her face and she ran up to her room angrily. She sat and pouted in her room all night until her mother called her for dinner. She came to the table with tears in her eyes. "Stop crying." Said her sister Molly. Anna looked at her meanly. "Listen kids, your father and I will think about going to Florida for a couple days." Said the mother. Anna jumped out of her seat in excitement to this news. "Sit down." Said the grumpy father trying to eat his food. Anna's dream has finally came true her family went to Disney World. "Florida is my favorite place to go!" Says Anna on the way back home!
ReplyDeleteIt's the place I've always dreamt of but never really seen. I leave my life behind one step at a time, as I escape down the merciless, congested streets, the cool September breeze dancing through my hair and past the surface of my body. All of these years I've been stuck in that town, longing to see what lies beyond. I've so frequently imagined these neon city lights that reflect off of my pale skin, these timeless traditions I have come to know so well, and the pride carried by those passionate individuals with a unconditional love for their hometown. It's where I've always wanted to be, where I've always belonged.
ReplyDeleteI'm lost in the lights and crowds. I've never felt smaller but I'm standing so tall. I'm lost in the love, lost on the street, lost in the city, lost with you.
ReplyDeleteA small contended smile found its way onto her face as her black combat boots thudded on the pavement. Her trench coat billowed behind her as she pulled her beanie further down her ears.
ReplyDeletePeople rubbed against her shoulders as they traveled hastily towards their destinations, those of which ranged from work, to band practice, to their splatter painted studio on the Upper East Side.
It was nice to go for a walk and not have someone honk their horns and wave excitedly as they recognized you from that play you had just been in last weekend.
She ducked into her apartment building and strode over to the wall of mail boxes. A girl dressed in a black maxi skirt and t-shirt came racing down the steps, holding in her hand a wide brimmed hat trimmed with a stripped ribbon.
She came to stand beside the girl who stood thumbing through her pile of mail. She extracted from her shoulder bag a small key belonging to her own mailbox.
"Hello, " she began, unlocking her box, "new here?"
Startled, the other girl looked up and, for a moment, lost her voice. Finally she managed a timid "yes,"
"Cool. See ya around." With that the girl placed the hat on her tumbling mane of brown hair and made her way into the swirling tornado of autumn leaves.
Left in her anonymity and peaceful solitude the remaining girl's combat boots thudded up the steps as a contended smile found her chapped lips.
I love all of these! Totally my favorite blog, everyone was so creative and wrote from the heart!
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