Mountain Roads....
twisting
lurching
swirling round and round
until I'm dizzy

Rivers
Flowing
Rumbling
Scraping over rocks of steel
over the edge

Snack foods
Crunching
Slurping
Unbalanced meals of
muffins and deli

Family
Laughter
Screaming
Scaring people hiding
behind the doors

Pictures
Scenery
Rivers
Mountains
Log Cabins
Snack Foods
Cousins

Mountain Roads...

You know you're a poet when you cry at night after the words you wrote on your hand that morning got rubbed off during the day.

You know you're a poet when you nearly **** your best friend over a notepad and a pen.

My mother once told me:
No one can hurt you.
No person can hurt you.
Nothing can hurt you.

My mother once told me:
No one can hurt you.
Unless you let them.
Only you can hurt yourself.

You know you're a poet when you're up till 4 am pairing words for future rhymes.

Barren trees are whipping by
Underneath a pale blue sky
Cows and fences everywhere
Flying through the crispy air
Birds are swirling all around
Gravel scattered on the ground
Jumbled colors near and far
Wheels are turning over tar
Through this window, in this seat.
All of life is on repeat.
In the nation of the Peach,
All the world within my reach.

Sometimes,
ice           can
feel            so
cold         that
it   seems   hot