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Brandon Conway Oct 2018
Moon beaming through clouds
white light pierces fog, grows closer
tail light flees the scene
Sandman Oct 2018
She dreams in yellow waves.
In summer time she wishes that she were asleep than awake.
Eyes shut.
Weightless but not for long.
A shot of blood against the windshield.
She regrows her roots into consciousness at the speed of darkness.
She thinks.
Over contemplating the smell of burnt rubber and musky metal.
She watches her dislocated broken body wash from the ocean cliff into the abyss.
Jillian Jesser Oct 2018
I want to cry on the subway.
I want to dance in the ocean with the waves crashing on the rocks behind me.
I want to see a lemon purple sunset mirrored in my mother's eyes.
I want to eat the whole cake.
I want to read a thousand words and learn every one.
I want to sleep in the desert, in a truck bed, staring at the stars.
I want to buy the shoes.
I want to wear the shoes.
I want to break the heels of the shoes on a long walk up a hill, drunk, shouting into the early morning air.
I want to collapse in bed before the sun hits the skyline and dream I was driving up the coast and my car took off into the air, passing up the birds, the planes, looking over the houses and the people.
I want to actually mean it, whatever it is.
I want to wake up and know that I did it, glorious me, did glorious it.
I want your ****.
Star BG Oct 2018
Lying in bed, I shift my vehicle
into new day. A day that is blessed
by rising sun.

Feet become wheels, spinning in dance gracefully.
Skin is cleansed in carwash-like shower
that tickles to birth smile.

Moments captured in suns rays vibrate,
as gyrating beams flicker
and penetrate cells.

Air infused intentions
rise in thoughts expanding
to merge with gas-like breath.

Blessings surface, as guidance
from navigational system of heart
purrs, gracefully.
  
Brum, ***! echoes,
merging with days landscape,
as dance commences.

Brum, ***! fills air
as compassion toward others
becomes goal.
      
In instant, hands folded
on steering wheel of prayer
anchor, as gratitude fills thoughts.

As wind pervades senses
and birds sing on welcome mat
of ears woven by hair.

The day has begun in celebration,
while cruse controlled movements
connect to surroundings.

While alignment is made
to source as freedom bell rings
inside waking hours.

I’m blessed, ready to shift gears
inside unlimited possibilities
on highway of life.

Blessed to rondevu with light  
for peace, while fuel of love energies
congeal with purpose.

Purpose to make the best
of the gift of life given
in a vehicle anointed by God.
Eric Babsy Oct 2018
Under the skies.
Looming is a web of lies.
Destroying all life.
For you and me it destroys our life.

Heading for more danger.
Putting leaders in anger.
There are always two sides of the story.
So which, if any is the real story?

Stuck on corporate greed.
Is this what any of us need.
Greed is taking it way too far.
Like, do I really need a fancy car?

Or, do I need something to get me to and then back again?
Instead we follow lies to spend and spend.
Cash can stick to your ribs.
While you can feed and take sips and sips.

Spend it on stuff we really need.
It is the truth I really bleed.
Though there is no more to believe.
Take this warning and take heed.

Greed is upon us.
Like were caught in a web with something poisonous.
One day I hope we see greed for what it really is.
It is just an obscene risk.
Elizabeth Brown Oct 2018
Sometimes on days like these
I watch rain wash my skin like whispers
and it reminds me of you.
I remember when you taught me that the drops
splattering on your windshield like screams
(making it impossible to see
the impatient bloodlights in front of us)
were beautiful.
I couldn't hear you at first
from the ear-beating whip of your wipers.
Then with just one smooth, ink-like movement,
you silenced them...
and I sat in
serenity,
amazement,
as your eyes lit the falling tears on the
slowly diminishing glass-metal frame
that swathed us.
I forget when it disappeared...
but before I had the chance
to fashion your visage in my brain,
I was sitting naked in the rain,
letting you wash my skin
while you murmured sunlight in my ear.
This was written when I was 14 about my first boyfriend (and the man who ***** me), and was the first poem I wrote in free-verse. Despite the pain obviously attached to it, this remains one of my favorite self-written works.
III Oct 2018
My car has been making
     Strange, clunky sounds,

So I turn up the music
     Until the bass smothers the concern.
every time a woman met her husband


looked at his eyes and stayed for a word


he didn't say it he as he has got tired


he went asleep without saying that word


except good night and morning may be good


the woman was pretty ,the woman was youth


the woman wanted to be heard, she wanted to be fold


when she went a walk , one comes along


he was a strange, he had bad heart


his heart fill of hate ,his heart like an art


extracting by devil extracting by hard


now the angel went away and the devil brought


the strange went in hurry and he looked


at her face with only big smile


he said to her one, two ,three, all words


how attractive are you? Why aren't you touched?


How are you walking on foot? you must ride!


Inexpensive car ,or high rank plane in its ride?


If they were not, you must ride


A good horse spread wide


If it was not that, you must ride


A strong camel wearing a beautiful dress


Its colors gain from your cheeks red in appearance


And green as yours ,the shinning of your eyes


And yellow in above as your hair colors


If it was not their, you must ride


A man who carried you without any pain


He can traveled with you , felt with gain


Happy ,strong, eager and you would be his woman


Come with me and you would be heard another


The woman lost her mind , the woman appeared another


Woman had not seen, a strange in her thought


As she heard what she wanted for time. She went blind


She obeyed him and let him ride


They took his car ,it was not unlike
every woman wanted to be folded
Melo Sep 2018
Staring out my windshield
Eyes are numb to the roads
Street lights start to blend
Swerve
Roll down the windows
Blast the music loud
Bring your head back to earth
Swerve
Didn’t see that one
Ok no music
Just focus on th-
Swerve
The fatigue seeps in
Too many late nights
So many bright lights
Swerve
Arms drop to my side
Eyes close and my head falls
A loud blare still echoing
Crash..
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