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Meg Wickham Jun 2018
i was freezing, but i didnt mind
the windows were down
i couldn’t hear him
“what?”
we were southbound
“when we hit the parkway
we are rolling the windows down and
singing along to Don’t Stop Believing”
how romantic
cinematic
he called out to the winds and said
these are the nights we are meant to live
and i believed him.
don’t stop.
god he looked so beautiful in the street
lights. i giggled as he sang
and hoped to whatever universal power that brought
us together that
this moment would last.
he’d look at me,
i knew he was looking at me
but i didn’t look. i couldn’t
look
the parkway was empty. like we were on another
plane of existence.
alternate reality.
it felt too real.
i was shivering, holding on to his strong
arm, his hand on my thigh slowly creeping
up.
“i like the way you hold my arm, it’s nice.”
he said
i was holding on a little too tight.
Jordan Ray May 2018
I cried while driving today;

A heartfelt sob that not even the gentle purr of the engine could stop.
My heart sunk back into the driving seat.
My eyes filled with tears that the wippers couldn't wipe away.
My happy persona was left behind in the dust.
I was alone, free to be depressed.
Not even the street lights could brighten up my night.
Although, I felt like this was needed.
Ace Loren Apr 2018
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Heads bowed
Respect is due
Mindless slaves of prayer
Fingers tap a dedicated chant
The sounds of life fade

Life itself fades

Necks bent
Forever craned
Eyes worship the light
Don’t look away from the light

Screen shattered
Gravel stained
3477 sacrifices per day

Three thousand
Four hundred
Seventy seven sacrifices
Per day

One tap for likes
Two taps for loves
Three taps for Rest In Peace

Picking up the pieces of
Windshield, heart and phone screen

Three thousand
Four hundred
Seventy seven sacrifices
Per day

Heads bowed
I’m sorry for your loss
Respect is due
A moment of silence for
You
Mindless slaves of prayer

Amen
Aa Harvey May 2018
I have come undone.


I see the Devil sat beside me in the passenger seat,
As I’m speeding down the freeway.
He is egging me on to go past one hundred
And I am liking what he is saying.


The light on the freeway, I have become;
I never wanted to be much less than I could.
I fall apart now the sun is gone;
So set me free before I become undone.


Help me, to help me, to help myself.
I need you to change me and my thoughts, so I can feel safe.
I am scared this is the road to Hell;
So won’t you please help me?  I need to be saved.


The fires burn in front of me and I drive towards them at speed;
Give me all I want and I shall do as you please.
Heading into the future, a ball of flames;
The world comes crashing down upon me
And I am tomorrow and yesterday.


I am all things in an instant and timeless without a soul;
I am gone to forever with the Devil and so,
I am here and I am there; I am split in two.
I have left your world of pain behind me
And now I sink into the depths of sorrow.


I am sat inside this hole, looking up
And dreaming of once more feeling the sun’s rays upon my face.
Living in Hell all my life, I chose this life and the drugs,
Because that was the only way I could face this world
And face another day.


I am broken by any means and my existence in meaningless;
I am a mess, I am disintegrating and I am hopeless.
I am nothing and all things destroyed by a dark world;
I am gone to never be remembered
And now I am forgotten and nameless.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Jack Apr 2018
Driving in the night, finally alone,
Ignoring faint buzzes from his silenced phone,
He’s tired of hurting everyone he loves,
To the back of his mind he violently shoves
All the pain spewed out from a broken mind,
Refusing help of any kind.
Trying so hard to be brave,
His head, a dark, lonely cave
When will he learn to just say no?
They’ll never know how he just wants to let go,
When will he get what he deserves?
When will his justice finally be served?

And all he wants
A goodnight kiss,
A girl to miss.
Brooke P Apr 2018
My words always move faster
than my fingers,
so there's usually
no way for me to describe
the feeling that rests
in the silence between songs
booming from your car stereo.
But I guess
I would call it:
empty.

The loneliest you can be
is when you're the only one
on the road
at two in the morning.
And so you scream to your songs
just to fill up the space
between you
and the rest of the world.

In the quiet moments
I think about all the things
I would have done
if I wasn't so scared,
and all the times
I did those things,
and it turned out
afterwards
I was still scared.
Merry Apr 2018
Ain’t got nothing to do
At four in the afternoon
But doing nothing
Means everything to me

Lapping around a small town
Makes the town smaller
Highways ain’t scary no more
The speed limits seem limitless

My dad’s CD starts up
In my grandmother’s rack
I sing along to worn out lyrics
This is how it was meant to be played

Twenty bucks of gasoline
In the car’s tank
Petrol station Pepsi Cola
In my tank

My budding freedom
Tastes of lukewarm sugary syrup
And sounds like
Old school rock on new asphalt
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