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Jenn 5d
i feel i look better
in a filter
ludwig
inkwell
but my favorite filter:
the cast of red light
on my face
at an intersection
while on the way home to you
Liv Dec 10
i almost died today
i was pulling out of school
i looked to my right
looked to my left
to make sure it was clear
there was a few cars to the right
but i can make it, i have time
i start to go
and there's a car to my left
coming straight for me
i stomped on my breaks
but realized it was too late to stop
so i just went

multiple cars were coming at me
from both directions
and i just went
thinking
"yeah, i have time"

but that's what we all think
that we have all this time
until we don't

i almost died today
and i'm glad that i didn't.
Too many paths where the traffic has slowed,
Too many wrong turns down forks in the road.
Too many hazards where I’ve blown a flat,
Too many stops that I didn’t know I was at.
Too many false steps into a puddle,
Too many treks where my plan was a muddle.
Too many times I was lost in the rain,
Too many times I crossed the center lane.
Too many speeds where I needed to brake,
Too many wrong places reached by mistake.
Too many spin outs from driving on ice,
Too many times I left driven by vice.
Too many trips life put me at the wheel,
Too many heartbreaks I caused her to feel.
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OV Dec 5
Flying through the hills
Going to a dark place
And not loving life to much
I grin and laugh to myself
After every corner
Each closer than the last
I’ve never gone driving like this
So fast and unafraid as if
Death and I were good friends
JA Lavisher Nov 22
I sat on top of mars while
I explained my scars to the stars
I walked and waited for my car
and drove in patterns
before stopping
and throwing up Saturn.
Quixotic Nov 13
Driving down the interstate,
Staring into the dash,
Hydroplaning (lost in thought and
Glowing by too fast).

At first I think the droplets
Lay down smoothly on the glass,
Like a most precious mosaic
Painted in the distant past—

But NO.
This holds no loveliness at all:
No orderly blueprint here, just
Clearish blue that splatters
And perilously bars my eyes
From seeing the road ahead.
I notice how the teardrops hit
With no apparent pattern.
They land, the wipers swipe them down,
A moment of clarity—
Then immediately more rainbombs fall and I'm blind once again.

The wipers and raindrops speak to each other
With the voices of my soul.
The rain is yelling:
LOOK AT YOURSELF. YOU ARE WORTHLESS.
In every wipe I hear the frustration:
LOOK AT YOUR LIFE. YOU SHOULD BE HAPPY.

Splash
"Look at that, you're fat!"
Wipe
"People tell you you're beautiful all the time."

Splash
"Look in the glass—you're as pretty as an ***!"
Wipe
"Appearances aren't everything."

Splash
"True for some, but not for you; you have no talents or smarts in you."
Wipe
"But you got a degree! In a field that you love!"

Splash
"Three prospect-less years have gone by; maybe you're just not meant to fly."
Wipe
"You have people that love you—even a cherished man!"

Splash
"Love me they do, I know it's true; still they grow tired of my ever-gloomy hue."
Wipe
"............."



Driving down the interstate
Staring into the dash
Noticing the ceaselessness
Of the raindrops on the glass.

I know the storm will never end;
It will always bring me grief.
The only escape from the tempest
Goes against my own beliefs.

I'm certain how this night will end:
With the dull scrape of relief,
Back to my vice that helps me cope
With demons underneath.
8.21.2016
Walking
Talking to the air
Waiting
Waiting for an answer
Drinking
Waiting for her
Thinking
Thinking of roses
Breaking
Car racing
Hands shaking
Crows
The crows crowd the
My regrets
A man waits for his ex lover at a bar. She doesn’t show and he begins drinking, sinking wallowing in shame. He gives up drives and spins out of control in anger.  He hits his lover waiting for him on the corner of the street. depression sets in and death surrounds
Aa Harvey Nov 5
Grand theft auto


Key in the ignition, let’s begin.
Foot on the pedal, it’s not stealing,
Just borrowing, for an hour or two.
Doing ninety now, no sign of lights of blue.


Music blaring without a care.
Who said peer pressure isn’t fun?
Each of us daring to go out there;
No fear of crashing because we are young.


Still learning to lose control.
Shackles released; let’s see how fast we can go.
Flew past a ton in the blink of an eye.
Touching the sky in our under the influence minds.


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