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Undead Nomad Dec 2019
the smell of smoke
and all is burning
windows melting
gears stop turning

the touch of dirt surrounds me
looking out but can't see
and this fractured place above my shoulders: an empty space...

when did we fly away?
When did we lose ourselves to fate?

I felt your halo burning beside me
you traveled far away
but I am still here drowning in silence
counting away the day

the smell of hope
my love is burning
I'm still melting
world is turning

wish we could turn back time
back to the place where we lived
where we were holding hands
breath in the air once again

wish I could reprimand
bury all of the pain
within in the sand

the smell of smoke
asphyxiating
colours melting
wheels still turning

wish I could understand
hold all of your love
in my hands
once again
A song I wrote about losing a Loved one in a car crash.
Aseel Nov 2019
Car
In my dreams
I was a car
With no driver
No destination
And a flat tire
A deadly accident
Jonathan Moya Nov 2019
Everything is a continuous white line
that goes on forever to the horizon
where the  next dream is always ahead.

Just you and the mustang
a body and a machine
moving through space and time.

Drive like you mean it.
Drive hard.
Drive tight.

The Mustang is a wild bronco
not wanting to be tamed,
just unleashed- and all the cowboy
can do is hang on for the ride.

The highway is a ***** slick *****,
eight miles of grit, passion, pride
and wild love that rides hotter
the wetter she gets.

At one point she becomes
weightless, disappears, and
the only things that matters
is who you are.
mjad Nov 2019
"That car's mine,
the one on the right."

"I'm aware,
we've done stuff in there."

"oh yeah, it's been a long time,
but that could change tonight."

"I have him waiting for me."

"But you aren't dating technically. . ."

I walked back inside to the one waiting
Kissed him
As if I hadn't just changed
The amount of time
Since something happened
With a man that wasn't mine
julianna Nov 2019
Stupid cats scratched the car
The only good thing that happened to us
In months
Marri Oct 2019
The car flips.

Over the railing--
Down the side of a grassy hill with hidden rocks.
I let go.
Arms up like roller-coaster fun.

Glass flies through the air;
It's perfect.
The light reflecting angelically.

7 year old sister still laughing--
Baby brother with a gap toothed smile.
Mother soars through the windshield;
Finally free.
Dad hits his head against the dashboard, and seems not to mind.
Our family blood mixes together;
Staining everything it touches.

The radio sings the latest haunting pop song.
We bicker over what station to change it to.

The car stays rolling, and with arms up.
Like good ole' fashioned family fun.
Mark Toney Oct 2019
big bright green spider
on my drivers-side window-
you held me hostage
5/21/2018 - Poetry form: Haiku - I parked my car and there's a stare down between me and spidey. I didn't know when I opened the door if it would drop inside the car (not good) or outside (preferable). I was only held hostage for 3 or so minutes until I made my move. Success! Both of us walked away from the car in different directions :) - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
Mark Oct 2019
The night is perfect.

Cold air relief
From the loud
Heat of the bus.

Beyond the road
People laugh
And embrace;
A perfect soundtrack
That ignites the silent stillness.  

I don't know where
You're coming from,
So I look both ways:

Left.
Right.
Left.
Right.
Left.
A headlight!

Every time
An approaching car
Announces itself
Through engine and gravel,
I turn and look up as
A speedbump throws light
Flaring through my retina,
Obscuring everything,
So that for a few seconds,
I have no idea
If it's you or not.

And with each passing car,
My anticipation
Grows.
And my excitement
Grows.

I am happy.
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