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Austin Bauer Feb 2016
I stepped outside before the dawn
And in the darkness I stood there;
Looking about my grassy lawn
And through the trees from winter bare.

I stopped because the silence played
Through the trees and upon the lawn;
In that quiet moment I stayed 
In the darkness before the dawn.

I listened for a car to roar,
Yet only heard one on the street.
I longed for silence - there before 
Our world was filled with this concrete. 

I mourn for all the stillness lost, 
I mourn for all our poor eardrums,
That ring and click from what it's cost
To build all these cement kingdoms. 

But whisp'ring through that mournful thought...
The sole car fades into silence...
I reflect on this peace I've sought...
Birds restrain their songs in shyness...
 
And as I look about my lawn
I release a breath I had drawn
In the darkness before the dawn.
In the darkness before the dawn.
-- Feb 2016
Our relationship sitting in a car
of a parking lot,
my body tangled in your arms.

Around the country
and your grandfather’s house.

It would rain
a lot
and so,
we would drive.

You used to look away
from the road
and into my eyes.

A cup of coffee
and a squeeze of my thighs.

I used to love you so much,
and now I just drive.
xmxrgxncy Jan 2016
Give me the keys to your heart and let me ignite you.

Who's gonna drive you home tonight?
Cars lyrics are easy to connect to....
JR Rhine Feb 2016
To the starry eyes who wink in the night,
lurking over empty solitary roads--
groaning pleas locked in impalpable shackles.

I unsteadily balance fear and prayer--juggling them
over each bony knuckle protruding
from ghostly white skin.

As I anxiously pull the wheel,
spry eyes dance between the hungry road
and the speedometer...

I fear the patient embers waiting to ignite in the darkness--
shall the chariot of fire roar from the gates of Hell tonight?
(I feel the weight of earth's calamity and Man's eternal sinful nature

amass atop my vessel,
sagging through the invisible tier,
mashing me farther and farther
beneath the wheel--
til I'm grounded meat within the gritty boulevard.)

And the embers snicker and flicker in the shadows of the endless night;
they prey on my fear like red-eyed vultures perched on scraggly branches--hunched, crooked spindly necks
crane menacingly into my windowpane.

But you, oh winking eyes of innocence who silently approaches me,
dragging across the gravel path on ****** knees--you like the presence of God in the burning bush, and I the meek shepherd in the wilderness!

Your urgent warning comes to me,
eclipsed within a single gesture--
in the brief moment the road swallows you up in darkness
as you shyly close your humble eyes in sincerity.

(The embers they know not of your betrayal,
with your back erected sternly towards them.)

In that instant I hid my face from you
and removed my sandals to stand atop holy ground.

Darkness soon broke, as your eyes again opened,
and in its radiance, an irrevocable axiom:

It is when a person walks at night that they stumble,
for they have no light.


It was then that I saw the light;
and in doing so I weaved the vitriolic embers--
those desperately seeking my spark to their ignite.
To those who wink in the presence of dimly lit police cars.
The more cars on permanent auto-pilot
The bleaker it will get
Don't get me wrong, the positives are definitely there
But let's see the dark side of the moon here
I want to be honest
So don't get too shocked
I can be a little blunt like the dollar store knife
The truth is
If you let this invention exceed far enough
There will be more texting, drunk driving and road head that will occur
The third one usually makes people laugh
But i know it happens
Ask around
You can't say it's a myth
If it wasn't truth, i wouldn't write it down
I promise
Lucy Ryan Dec 2015
the first accident we **** a baby bird,
hardly a bump in the road
hardly anything,
a tiny body in ***** snow,
us, howling roadside prayers like coyotes to the moon

second, we bruise;
shining yellow cheeks blush under peach
and eyes bluer outside than in,
just the taste of skin, slightly sour
and one missing tooth

third, there’s a casualty
my casualty,
a long slick road and a wall
and a fatal breath, just my bones slipping
- down my throat
and blood flowing back up
laughing

a slight of hand trick
we pull away in the last moments of mysticism
broken and stunning...
...our fourth accident is a blinding light
and the fatalities were minimal
none of them ours
tw - suicide
just wondering - if i made a short chapbook would you guys be interested in downloading or even buying a physical copy (very cheaply, don't worry about that)? feel free to send me a message, lovelies
Rosie Dec 2015
I almost got into a car crash the other day.
This car swerved in front of me and then braked.
I had to slam on my brakes, going from 60 to 10 mph in a few seconds.
I could hear the screech, and smell the tires.
I could see the car a few feet away from the front of mine.

My natural reaction was to get away.  
I got into a different lane.
Because I didn't want to be near the crazy driver.
It was a natural, normal reaction.
I didn't hate the driver, I was just trying to save myself.

You're angry at me for not being your friend anymore.
But it's not because I hate you.
It's because I'm trying to survive.
It's a natural reaction to avoid things that hurt you.
I'm sorry for not being your friend anymore.
But I have to survive.
Rah-Rah Nov 2015
Light and dark,

the cars stop to park,

while the driver becomes a dream.



Day and night,

he puts up a fight,

to stay at bay with his dreams.



Days and weeks,

they all seem so bleak,

while the driver becomes his dream.
Tara Marie Nov 2015
While flipping sheets this morning
Dust flying in sunlight
Thinking on the reason why
I have these words to write

I stumbled on a sudden thought
Blowing past the rest
Making my arms tremble
And an aching in my chest

I thought of what would happen
If you were not here today
If the blankets were all folded
And the hoodies put away

If the house was never settled
And my closet was all clean
If you had never joked about
The off brand coffee cream

If I never did the dishes
And I'd never seen your eyes
If we were only strangers
walking under sullen skies

If I was still a loner
And you were still alone
The hate from others vanished
No pictures on our phones

If all of me was searching, still,
For every part of you
I would never understand
I would have never knew

As I situate the pillows
Run my fingers down the side
And picture every memory
I never want to hide

I'm thankful for our minutes
For the happiness I've seen
The bottle pressure issues
And the change still in your jeans

The hugs on colder mornings
When I just want you to stay
The beauty of sunflowers
On an unsuspecting day

I've never felt and never loved
Like this in life before
I want to do your dishes  
And pick clothes up off the floor

To make your lunch for work
Play cars with your cute boy
Make dinner for our friends
And put away the toys

Because you make life worth it
adventurous, insane
I'll ride with you and die with you
While sideways, in our lane  :)
I love you.
JR Rhine Nov 2015
My fate lies beside
Two parallel lines
Their trust is a disguise
Behind their yellow eyes
If I could let my mind drift
Would this metal beast take the hint
And sway me over the bridge
To let me sink into the abyss
I wouldn't say I'm suicidal, but death is not a thought foreign to me. I think it's part of my anxiety. I more fear death than welcome it, but sometimes when I'm behind the wheel, I realize just how easy it would be...
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