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Ollie Feb 2018
things have not been okay in these past few months
to the point...i don't wear a seatbelt
a lonely body flowing through a crowded world
i thought i'd found my purpose
the hurt never went away and i'm stuck here in this game of tug-a-rope but I'M THE ROPE
and both sides are against me
i didn't care if i lived or died i was living in a gray area
a small light appears
it makes my chest explode
it makes my eyes water
i see my body and i remember i am real
i am terrified the light is a flame that will
catch me on fire and i will go up in a blaze
never to return
but i don't care because for once i am real
for once i care
I STARTED WEARING A SEATBELT FOR GOD'S SAKE SO HOW THE **** CAN THIS BE WRONG
all i see are blurs of made up colours
every sound is the screeching of metal against metal
there are screams
glass shatters
my mind is a car crash
i really hate being alive
Alicia Allen Feb 2018
Heavens know I love you with a lot of my heart
But you only love me so long as the car is in park.
You're neither here nor there; but mostly you're there.

Until you come around with pom and pageantry, acting like you never left.

Oh, look who the wind blew in.
In through the door and out through the window.

We both know you don't aim to stay,
So do your damage and go away.
Your kinda love, a girl can do without.

Speed up, roll out, breaks to the curve.
Everybody duck, everybody duck
Long legged, mac daddy is coming about.

We both know you don't aim to stay,
So drive by lover
go on
Hurry up and drive away..
in track
of attire
that my
grudge require
a witch
so blue
with idol
now witch
with hers
will entitle
our country
was permanent
waves in
Hatboro that
I'll always
gander with
a yarl
a song of america
Shyanna Ashcraft Feb 2018
I remember when you
Hot wired my heart.
With promises that it would fly,
You drove it off a cliff.
I remember how it crashed at the bottom,
And how you jumped out just before
it went sailing to the ground.
Someone found it later,
And patched it up as the years rode by.
He asked my nicely
if he could take it fore a spin,
And I handed over the keys
and let him clamber in.
There's still some dents and dings,
But the new owner overlooks
the damage you left behind,
And when you came
looking to take another joyride,
You found that your once stolen seat
had been more suitably occupied.
B N Bradley Feb 2018
i needed to tell you
that you had to
be mine and no one
else’s and that
you were different
in the most perfect ways
so i kissed your lips
and never stopped.
Maverick Feb 2018
Our new car smell wore off
So you put my love up for sale
And sold me
To the lowest bidder.
Brent Feb 2018
Trembling hands
             against circular grip.

Pieces of road
             reveal and disappear.
Pools of light
             raked with speed.

My jacket lifts with
             each heart beat.
Her invitation rattles
             in my skull.

Blood flows
             &
body tingles.
Sweat.
            Excitement.
                               Anticipation.

Our bodies will soon
             be together.
I am the spontaneous lover.

When my man and I decide to go on a road trip,
I will suddenly, while we're flying eighty on the highway,
tell him to turn off and park the car.

I am the spontaneous lover.

Without being too guarded,
with my afraid-to-love-too-hard heart,
I won't think about the fact
that the scene isn't scenic;
we will be parked by a rusty guardrail.

I am the spontaneous lover.

And although the car will be turned off and parked,
he won't be turned off for too long or parked
in that driver's seat.

I am the spontaneous lover.

I will unlatch my seatbelt.
I will lean over first.

I am the spontaneous lover.

Our heartbeats will go eighty.
Sparks will be flying.

I am the spontaneous lover.

I will drive my lips all around his lips
like our road trip.
-WRR
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
I want to love
You
In text

Possibly in ***
Not with interest
But a blooming ****

Needing to eat a seed
Contracting the cold
Ending the clutch

Of life
Everlasting
In a haven of oil

Sidelined to be controlled
And subordinate
To ambition

Fur is my harvest
Wool, not grain
Or wheat

Definitely not grain
Or a Nissan
The constant Japanese falsehoods

Toyota is Japanese
But it is true and sound
Without regret

Regarding
And obeying
Its self-check-up

I'm enthralled
By decision
To buy from the dealership
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