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North Carolina ballerina,
Lady of the Piedmont,
she, so sterling,
entered God's garden of youth,
she died from the selfishness of a drunk driver,
my heart's rage roars,
Elena, Elena, the anguish, the grief,
has tattered my soul,
the rain gently cascades from the ash sky,
from the cup of the ages,
I drink the acrid taste of bitter tragedy,
justice was denied!

The dew glistens on the white roses of innocence,
like tears on an infant's cheeks,
Elena, Elena, North Carolina ballerina,
Yet Death passes into Life,
Her beauty and grace, as if a swan
gliding on gilded dreams,
Her legacy still dwells in our midst.

In loving memory of Elena Shapiro.
Johnny walker Jan 21
My dad was a bus driver when I was a kid always a thrill when he'd take me out In his bus got me away from the house for the
Away from my abusive mother that dad was totally aware of I would sit behind the driver seat to watch my dad driving his bus
He was well liked by all passengers for dad was so kind and polite and helpful
to all
He would drive through all those quaint little villages to pick up all the regular passengers I was so proud of him
He was my dad and I missed so much when he passed away and at his funeral
I spoke and said If I had a chance of one more day I'd wish for one more ride on a bus with him such a wonderful father he
My dad was a bus driver he was so well liked by all his passengers always a pleasure he'd take me out with him for the day
Jodie-Elaine Nov 2018
The child in the pushchair leans forwards.
Touches the wheels while they move, later this revolves to watching wheels of a bus
and wishing to be
them and maybe we're all just looking for a way out and a getaway driver,
maybe this room with a view we built to ruin is flooding
and we're pressing our
open lips
to the ceiling, grappling for a last breath
and pushing time for a second more
and maybe that escape route is waiting round the corner, a lamppost with flowers cellotaped to it, a
place away from the place
our parents kicked us out,
drove us to the middle of nowhere and made us walk ourselves home, telling us this is a metaphor of life, waiting for a place for us to rest our blistered ankles and bruised wrists,
a place where there's someone we lost waiting for us, holding our their hand to bring us home,
but I guess,
maybe, for now
we're gonna have to stare at buses and wish for those pushchair wheels and the days we stared at the pavement moving beneath us and wanted to be anything
but a painting on the road.
If Daphne
she's leaving
behind those
tires that
slay these
roads like
chains for
brighter climes
that diversion
claims horse
and winds
hoofs that
ream dots
in trailers
as nights
turnaround my
love dame
A love of law that my sisters groove on this highway!
Sunny Gulati Sep 2018
I knew my destination

and it incited me to drive.

I took upon myself

to steer onto the route,

on which my life would thrive.

I began dodging obstacles confidently

to move ahead in a hurry.

The path turned rough and craggy

and driving on it soon became tough.

It narrowed without a warning

eventually leading to a cul de sac.

My patience fell prey to the delay

and my confidence started to wane away.

I began to frustrate and tire,

on seeing my plans go haywire.

Worrying over the future,

I accumulated only stress and fear.

I prayed to the Almighty

and then moved to the rear.

I let Him become my chauffeur

and pull me out of this mire.

I have since entrusted Him,

to lead me onto my destination

by whichever way, He desires.

I now sit and enjoy the ride,

as a back seat passenger.
To live life as per the wishes of the Almighty.
cameron Mar 2018
You told me to stay away from parties,
But I went to one despite what you said.
Told me not to drink alcohol,
So I had water instead.
The night went by,
Things seemed to be fine.
No one got hurt,
No reason to whine.
I’ll get home safe, mom.
I promise you this.
I’ll even seal the deal,
With a goodnight ki-

I woke up the next day.
Or so I had thought.
Looks like all the precautions I took
Were all for naught.
Some drunk driver ran a red light
And smashed into my car.
I was pushed into a ditch
And off of the tar.

My body was mangled.
Vehicle couldn’t be saved.
The drunkard survived,
And his walls didn’t cave.
They walked away untouched,
Perfectly alright.
Meanwhile I was on the side of the road,
Walking into the light.
This was written for a scholarship about Don't Drink and Drive, figured I could share it here as well.
Kuvar Mar 2018
This is the story
Of a Truck driver
Who never stops driving
Unwillingly he lives on the road
Hoping he will find love in motion
He wasn't looking to love someone else
He is searching love for himself
And at the same time
He is running  from feelings
Running from the hurts
He should be told
He carries it on every road
That head that tells him
O! Truck driver
navigate left away from tragic street
For twenty four years
And yet today
He is still driving
Hoping the road will teach him
To love himself again
nick armbrister Jan 2018
atari games
when i was a teenager i had an atari games system
me and my mates played space invaders, pacman and river raid
competing to get the best score and be the best

it was a saturday afternoon in summer in the 80s

that's when it happened while we gamed away
we heard a huge bang and ran out of my mum's house
and down to the road for we knew it was bad
a crowd had gathered and oh ******* **** look!

a girl was lying still on the ground

was she dead?
but i only thought that later
we could see she was nice, too nice,
for all of her legs and **** was on display
as were her ******* and raised short skirt
and what of her face?

i knew she was pretty

there was blood on the ground
but we didn't see it till later
she was near a bus stop which was bent
was she waiting there when she was hit?
hit by the car that was halfway off the road

and equally thru the stone wall?

where was the driver?
the crowd said he'd fled the scene
over the fields and look,
there's tracks thru the grass

my mate's dad came to help the girl

her told his son to go to their house for a spoon
the girl was vomiting and it would **** her
soon his dad cleared the girl's mouth
so she could breath and he stayed by her side
while we watched from over the road

the ambulance soon came and took her away

and later still, the cops nicked the driver
he was drunk and driving and almost killed the girl
later still i learnt she made a full recovery
i wonder where she is now?

does she remember how close she came to death?

and what of the driver who hurt her?
this was 35 years ago and i remember it
like yesterday and the message it says:

don't drink and drive...
this was real...
Star BG Jan 2018
In the drivers seat of my day
I put my
thoughts into gear.
First gear self love.
Second gear compassion.
Third gear optimism.
Fourth gear trust.
Fifth gear miracles
Sixth gear love to all.

In the drivers seat of my day
I put  my
Heartbeat into song.
Song of gratitude.
Song of peace.
Song of joy.
Song of faith.
Song of love for all.
I expanded with two words drivers seat.
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