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Heather Apr 26
I can’t help but picture you in that bed
With wires and tubes
And I want nothing more than to stroke your hair
And kiss your face
But I am a phantom in your life
A dark secret, never to be uncovered
And I will sit in silent torture waiting for your consciousness
Powerless and fearful for the children  that were never mine.
Fearful for a life I was never going to be a part of.
She Writes Apr 16
I do not need to be saved
I am the knight in my fairy tale

If I fall
It will be off a cliff of mountains I scaled alone

If I crash
It will be in the waves of my own ocean

If I float
It will be on the boat I built with my hands

And when I fly
It will be with the wings I forged myself
Ronin Mar 15
your words
spin out of control
like the car she was in,

and your words
crash into me
like i'm the garage;
and your words
the car she was in,

and your words
leave scars on my body
like the aftermath
of their words
"that crash,
it was the car she was in."
i love you, kiet.
Payton Feb 24
She breathed with hurricane eyes and he fell in love with the way the waves crashed over her cheeks.
This isn't really a poem. It's more like a pretty thought. It was written in 2016.
Heidi Franke Feb 3
He Was Almost Home

He chinned is hand to his cheek
How quickly my stuble comes in he thought
It was just this morning that I shaved?

Will my wife still let me kiss her when I get home. I know she likes the smooth rather than the rough
But that is her. Smooth and rough around the edges too.
A strong person in my life is a great reward .

My daughter’s will be showing up for dinner
The food will be of *** roast that melts in your mouth
Potatoes they trick your palette into think you are eating in another country, India perhaps?
Maybe I will take her there some day.

She likes to travel as I do.
I enjoy the playfulness of adventure of the unknown.

Oh, the unknown. Another patient new into the hospital today

I have little knowledge of at this time, but a young boy of 14 just not following all society rules,
Keeps getting into trouble. No one has yet to diagnose him. It will take some time but I am sure
I can seek him out to understand him.

That is what I do so well. I am a good doctor.

I can understand where people and
Youth especially, are coming from. The mind set.  

My mind is set on the *** roast. I can smell it know.
She always makes homemade bread buns. The smells as I walk in are intoxicating. I love my family…….

*Sudden crash to my side with such force, my car rolls twice. All air bags lite up. I swear their were 10!
Not one of them saved me.
What struck me?!

Oh yes, my wife, the girls, the *** roast I remember now how much I love them.

Those are the last thought’s I imagine could have been going through Dr. Arthur Miller’s mind
The moment my son’s car t-***** into Mr. Millers at what must have been a very high
Rate of speed.

Miller’s car turned over twice and landed right side up on its tires. My sons car on its side
Perpendicular to Mr. Millers on a street corner in the grass of someone’s yard
So much debris strewn around from my sons car he was living in.
My son’s neck broken, his chin bleeding profusely, his disorientation.

And what of the person recklessly chasing my son?
Who was there to help? Who was first? What trauma are they recovering from?
Dr. Arthur Miller was almost home.

Just a few more blocks
And how on either side of that eventful moment
Why were not a second or two given leeway, one way or another so this never happened?

What kind of foolish time and choices prevented Mr. Miller from giving his wife and daughters
Gruff whisker kisses as the timer on the oven went off when the biscuits were done as he entered his peaceful home.
I never arrived says Mr. Miller.

I was almost home.
You and I,
We were walking on the moon.
Not even gravity could bring us down.

Not a care in the world,
It was just us two.
Crash landing,
Home bound
Was the last of what we wanted to do.
mark soltero Dec 2020
shimmering and blue
the ocean tides crash
into the steer of my mind
leaving it up to chance
too often do the odds favor the abyss
feeding me into the bedrock
to be frozen in time
breathless and hardened
We Are Stories Dec 2020
Thick smoke spit
My tonic
Swell eyes split
Black cloud fix
Late night drips
Late night sips
Sipping up sap
Sapping up tipsy
Tap taps on the tips
Watch the floor lifting
Smash, crackle crispy
Crunch mc nuggets
Four AM grizzly
Grizzle grease griot
Giving slurred wispily
Words like the feet
Falling faster swiftly
Like the head shoulder
Knees toes tickling
The senses of motion
Devotion to sick things!
Sick things!
Sick things!
Few friends out late
Grab a cake
Grab a mate
Grab a bake
Grab a fate
Drive it fast
Make it last
Make it crash
Make it all end quickly!
While she sleeps softly
Coughing up blood
Never felt haunting
Wanting her to wake up
Like the day's drugs scoffing
I'm the same drunk drugged up mug
With a lie stuck to the name like made up love
Like made up stories of truth masked with icing on top
Like the cherry minus vanilla, minus chocolate, minus ice cream, minus nice things
Minus life, minus death, minus point, minus breath, minus art, minus stability, minus self sufficient tranquility!
Find life
Find it right
Find it tonight
Find it before it's time
Find it before it's out of sight
Find it before your friends dead in head lights
Find it before you're a murderer plastered on the headlines
Find it before you find out that you wasted all this time on bad highs
Bad rhymes
Pushing away coffee cake
And pineapple plates
For a daily dose of dead drives.
Jaxey Nov 2020
I was a storm
But you made me want to be a river
the way you kept trying
to hold me
as if I wasn't an ocean
that could slip through your fingers
as if I wasn't a tsunami
that crashed into you
every time you tried to swim
as if I wasn't washing you back to shore
in warning
before you dove back in
you had to keep your head above water
just to hug me
but hugging you back
meant you drowning in my arms
I was a storm
But you made me want to be a river
I can't hug you back
Ryan Seth Cole Oct 2020
I can see the road ahead of me. I try to make adjustments so I can be ready. I breathe slower to get a fast beating heart steady.

The rocks slide sweeping the ground from beneath me; carring me over a tune in the pattering of my fingers.

The water in the poison dollutes the pain from the stingers.
The pace of the tone hits a pause followed by pounding of the keys dangaling from theyre stringers.

I am unequivacly astonished by the clarity of my sight in the breath of the moments leading after. My body tenses up. After all who could be prepared for this fall.  I am gettimg to the point. Im not trying to pad the time or trying to stall.

I have came so far. So I can again. But this is not some story..My life could seriously end. I go back and forth until I come back to the moment that lead me to where and when.

Head first, I going over the deep end. I am tip towing over the glass shards of where I began.

Flashes of memories and aspiration from yearning within. Zero to sixty taking my second, third and fourth chances over and failing again.
Suspended in the air and this is what I bargain with.

The moment ends and all the noise and stimulation comes to a sudden end. I notice I am still in my car on the shoulder with hazards blinking. Did I black out again?

The road ahead me washes away collapsing to a crack several feet away.
I am still here.
Where do I even begin?

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