The Sounds of Bustling Streets Are a Sunset

The Sounds of Bustling Streets Are a Sunset

A Poem by Awaken the Sleepwalker

An attempt at Synesthesia


The loud blaring horns shine a deep red,

Only equal in magnitude to the sound of yelling pedestrians;

And annoying calamity of noise that could create rage in anyone.

These sounds hover above the blue silence we wish for.


A tangy orange sound resonates under it all.

As you listen to the pattering footsteps of civilians,

or the blaring music of a passing car.

They contort your face in a sour twist,

as you try hard to overshadow them with red chaotic melody.


A light pink-purple undertones the whole.

With the only pleasantries that may be found

are in the laughter of children,

or the smiles and chuckles of friends passing by.

© 2011 Awaken the Sleepwalker

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Added on April 18, 2011
Last Updated on April 18, 2011


Awaken the Sleepwalker
Awaken the Sleepwalker

Boonsboro, MD

I'm a sophomore in college, and I'm an English major, aspiring to be a high school English teacher. I'd love to use that at an outlet for my writing as well. I've been writing for a while, and I've ha.. more..