Dreaming An Electric Reality

Late at night 
    hearts pounding 
heads in the stars
   Three young me 
head over to the local diner 
   Their bodies are in one place 
 but their souls are somewhere else 
    The cloak of night surrounds them 
As they journey to their destination 
   Laughing out loud 
 They light up the darkness
In this Unreal City 
    the taste of unreality
may be just what is needed 
  Auto lights are reflected 
on the asphalt 
    The asphalt homeland 
where these youths 
    are living out their fantasies
and enjoying laughter 
   The laughter of youth
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Devnath  Avatar
March 17, 2014 at 11:33 AM
Very nice poem of present day's youth life in general but few exception is there. Educational indeed. Loved always, my poet friend, bl
Trifiatis Avatar
March 16, 2014 at 6:55 AM
Unreality is a much enjoyable period for the young till reality knocks at the door of advancing age! A very captivating and thought provoking poem my dear friend Matthew! Thank you!
Kendrick Avatar
March 16, 2014 at 6:16 AM
Very descriptive of city life..Well at least from what I see on TV..Enjoyed reading your creativity this morning.Have a great Sunday..I have been in city parks a few times in my life and they can be very nice a good way to enjoy nature..Thanks for visit to my page..Sara
A   Avatar
March 16, 2014 at 2:27 AM
Hello, Matt... enjoyable ending, you are a joy, thank you for always thinking of me, xox~ Linda
Maverick Avatar
March 15, 2014 at 1:45 PM
Enjoyed reading this younger write tonight Matthew, I specially enjoyed the for me anyway very descriptive end lines..'
Marcum Wong Avatar
March 14, 2014 at 7:30 PM
I always enjoy your poetry and this pensive piece is exceptional. Mahalo
Pettit Avatar
March 14, 2014 at 12:25 AM
You only get to enjoy youth once. When it's gone, it's gone for good. Good write, Matthew.
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