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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 ******* hell 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.
Simon Bangert Sep 2017
A deathly silence filled the air,
As I stood amongst a real nightmare,
I didn’t hear a single sound,
And in that moment my heart did pound.

The large vehicle lay on its side,
Like a stricken boat caught in low tide,
It lay there not alone,
But with 13 men trapped and they started to moan.

On hearing those poor unfortunate souls,
Who must of been thrown round like rag dolls,
I ran to seek help but my legs were like lead,
But I ran and ran as I thought men were dead.

With the RMP I arrived back at the scene,
A place i will never forget that I’ve been,
With lights and noise and people all around,
The rescue of men now on the ground.

As I stood in a daze fixed on the lights and noise,
My attention did switch, I changed my poise,
I could hear a voice talking to me,
“It’s ok, sit down, they’re all alive, almost free”.

Those words were what I needed to hear,
For most of that night I was swathed with fear,
As I thought I’d killed those in my lorry,
But we all survived, eternally grateful and I’m forever sorry!
I wrote this poem after an intense EMDR therapy session for my PTSD treatment.
I was the unfortunate driver of a military vehicle that I crashed when I was 19 and spent many years blaming myself and suffering.
Out on a Georgia dirt road
Fully loaded, making time
I've gone a million miles
All on someone else's dime

From Utah to Kentucky
Nevada up to Maine
I've been on super highways
I've driven on one lane

America, America
There's just so much to see
I've seen the land, please understand
You help to make me me

I'm just another trucker, mother
Driving empty, driving full
Hauling loads for everyone
From wood, to steel, to wool

Dirt roads and paved highways
They're connected to my brain
I've driven all from coast to coast
In sleet, and sun and rain

America, America
There's just so much to see
I've seen the land, please understand
You help to make me me

Home, to me is driving
I don't have a fixed abode
I get my mail in dribs and drabs
My life is on the road

Just another trucker, mother
I just wish there was more time
To see the countries treasures
All on someone else's dime

America, America
There's just so much to see
I've seen the land, please understand
You help to make me me
Tay Dec 2016
Speeding up going faster not looking *
I should have looked
I should have done so many things
I should not have died
That taxi should have stopped
I had so much of ahead of me marriage,children and life
But to that driver I was a hit and run
I wasn't done
I should have looked
But I didn't
It was my fault
I could have lived.....
I'd only I *takes last breath

Looked....
(C) Rights Reserved To Taylor Riley
saranade Nov 2016
A year and a half has passed since I crashed my motorcycle.
The broken bones and road rash had since been cast away.
The gassed up tank and fast paced life were smashed together.
A singular bash that cached my memory.
Lights flashed and all of the sudden whiplash has new meaning.
This thrash of two autos blinked my eyelash three days later.
Paralytic forecast.
I lay flabbergast.
I'm still paralyzed, elbow down, my right arm from this hit-and-run motorcycle accident. 25 broken bones have healed. 4 surgeries. More surgeries coming. Still in physical therapy 2 to 3 times a week.
Hhhhhh. I haven't given up.
.
.
F White Sep 2016
I mourn for skunks.

The squashed, flattened masses
***** mashed, their stripes scattered
Matted  masks disguising unseeing eyes
Through how many fields have they run?
Once sweet babies, small noses, downlike fur
fleeing to their final place from green leafed bowers in a terrible act of asphalt bait n' switch

Let us all grieve the sacrifice which,
Unto the motor gods
Has been served.
Copyright fhw 2016
Kati Davis May 2016
You always have a choice, he made the wrong one
It may be a costly one
For me

You will get a choice, choose wisely
I thought it couldn’t happen to me
Especially after I made the right one

Lights fade, screams turn into whispers
Glass dives into my paling ivory skin
Pavement absorbing the blood

A party, filled with people,
Too many people
     My vision is clear, not a drip slipped past my enclosed lips

Cups and cups of the poison fills his bloodstream
Vision dotted, the light is blinding
Head above the clouds, soaring through the sky

Not a drip passed through my lips Mom, I promise
I listened, even though it seems may have seemed like I didn’t
Every words was branded into my skin, burning to make sure I never forgot

He didn’t know that the head high above the clouds would come crashing down
The car came out of nowhere, I didn’t see it coming
It came out of nowhere

Now, lying on the grass
I am now playing a game with Death
and He is winning

The lights on his car, blinding,
I couldn’t move, my hands stuck, glued to the steering wheel
It happened too fast. my leg slamming on the brake, my head flying backwards while my body is flung forwards

Darkness fiddles with my eyesight
Numbness overtakes Pain easily
Nothingness has never been so blissful

The times I got mad at you for searing the words into my skin further seems pointless now
I am sorry
You won’t be able to hear my apologies from the tops of the clouds

I am sorry I couldn’t fight for longer
I hear the sweet song of sirens coming closer, closer,
People rush to my side
Words are mushed into one, filling my ears with the last sounds I will ever hear,
My eyes fluttering open and close this whole time, have now finally shut
The lights aren’t blinding anymore
Numbness has torn through my body, leaving not an ounce of pain
I am not suffering
My breath is slowly becoming smaller and small

One breath
I try to pry my eyes open, but nothing
My hands are damp from the sweat the is glistening around my body
Two breaths
Mom I love you, you gave me so much that I would never come out of debt to you.
Tell my sister, everything will be okay. Even though it may seem like I hate her, I don’t. I love you.
Three breathes
Tell my brother, I hope every dream of his comes true, and I will read him a story tonight in his dreams, then he can play with me once more. I love you.
Four breaths
Tell dad, that no matter I will be sitting by his side every Sunday to watch the matches that play. I love you.
Five breaths

We will always have choices in this world. He made the wrong one as soon as the keys jingled as the engine roar with life,  and the gas sputter out of the exhaust, and the tires turned in endless circles
7 breathes
He made the wrong one
It was costly
For me*

*8 breathes
Game over.
Death won.
This is about a drunk driver.
TERRY REEVES Apr 2016
There is no driver - go anywhere for a fiver
Pod - cars troll Milton Keynes by no means
seen piloted in four years time - where's mine?
Then they come together in the land of never - never

The sat-nav tells us where we're going
ready to alight when it's finally slowing
what will they think of next? Send a text
with your suggestion - normality's in regression

No one is to blame when there's an accident
nothing is seen to describe an incident
however, at least no one can go on strike
and I won't be reduced to travel by bike

The atmosphere is electric, technology hectic
it was bad enough when we decided to go metric!
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