Victoria Laws Jun 22

i woke up one morning
and left.
i needed to get out
so i booked a flight
and left.

that day
as i ran
you texted.
you wanted to see me that night.
i told you i booked a flight
and left.
you stopped texting.

i ran faster.

seat 10b
felt the loneliest.
i cradled my journal
and forced my eyes open;
if i fell asleep
i knew i'd surely
dream of you.

i didn't want to escape
into my dreams
because i knew
eventually
i'd wake up in a
nightmare.

i stared at the empty seat next to me
seat 10a
and imagined your form
uncomfortably cuddled up
in a cramped space.
you'd be sleeping
listening to Bowie.
i wouldn't be able to sleep,
i'd be staring at you.

this is why i booked a flight.
and left.

you're everywhere.
i'm drowning in your memory.  
you're my only dream,
but you're too much
of a nightmare.

Tyler Matthew Jun 16

At the airport she kissed me,
said she would miss me,
gathered her bags and was gone.
I stood in the car lot,
realized I forgot
precisely which plane she was on,

So I drew my eyes skyward,
watching each tin bird,
and hoping she's watching me, too.
I got on the highway,
then pulled into my driveway,
as the space between us grew.

VD Lee May 21

Streetlamps pass by my windowpane
As the wheels turn, so does the day
I feel the weariness creep onto my brain
My eyes watch the sky as it turns gray

Back at the tracks I worked myself out
Blisters tore into my soles and soul
But I know when I reach the end of the route
My life will soon again be caught in my control

Because I know that my darling will be waiting there
And we'll both have a life just for us

She's gonna meet me, gonna kiss me from my head to my neck
She's gonna see me, gonna greet me with a lusty peck
And then we'll come home to our children at the time of the stars
Somehow I will get there by trains, planes, or cars

No matter how strong the wind may be
No matter the deadliness of the sun
I'll walk and wait throughout the barren country
Just so I can be with my loved one

Because I know she'll be standing, looking fair
And she'll embrace me at the stop of the bus

She's gonna meet me, gonna kiss me from my head to my neck
She's gonna see me, gonna greet me with a lusty peck
And then we'll come home to our children at the time of the stars
Somehow I will get there by trains, planes, or cars

The wind is growing colder now
It's been hours since I've been indoors
My toes are stiffer than I would allow
I don't think they'll again touch my home's floors

As hunger and sleep dominate my sides
I see my sweetie still waiting alone
The visions push me and become my guides
Because my unfortunate days are agone

She's gonna meet me, gonna kiss me from my head to my neck
She's gonna see me, gonna greet me with a lusty peck
And then we'll come home to our children at the time of the stars
Somehow I will get there by trains, planes, or cars

Something that you trust in your life,
a word that can change history,
a task that can make relationships or destroy them,
we invented it.

Humans control it,
yet they don't,
a job that mankind can never explain,
breathtaking yet addicting.

One mistake,
one decision,
one thought,
one disaster.

Murphy's Law said it right,
what will go wrong,
will go wrong,
no power in the universe can protect it.

We will miss the ones who lost their lives,
March 8,2014,
MH370,
239 dead.
Sad to see them go,

January 15,2017,
TK6491,
34 dead including children.

Both sad and mysterious,
unbelievable and shocking,
a shock of the century,
RIP.

We will never forget you,
you have changed our lives,
made us realize,
that this passion.

Is more dangerous than it seems...

~ Ushabh (Ush) Salaria

MARK RIORDAN Mar 27

REALITY HAS BECOME A MOVIE
THE WHOLE WORLD IS CATCHING
IS IT REAL OR IS IT FAKE NEWS
THE TRUTH IS WORTH WATCHING


PEOPLE ARE KILLED AS
THE PLANES FLY BY AND
PEOPLE ARE ALWAYS DYING


ALL THE REFUGEES ARE
WONDERING OUR WORLD WHILE
LITTLE BABIES ARE CRYING


WHEN WILL ALL THIS STOP AND
WHEN WILL PEACE BECOME THE MOVIE
UNTIL OUR LEADERS BECOME COMMITTED
THE 70S WERE REALLY GROOVY

I AWOKE LAST NIGHT AFTER A DREAM AT 1145PM AND THIS POEM WAS BORN.
emma l Mar 7

loving you in twelve year old cars
soft kisses in the front seats
a dent in the passenger side door
your backpack in the back seat

paint lingering underneath fingernails
achy joints
i love art
does art love me?

my friends are all ghosts
i see them
we laugh and we love
illusions shatter after too long

i drive you home at 1 AM
i can barely keep my eyes open on the way home
your love is thrumming through my body
and my gaslight is on

i get a little bit reckless when i’m on the road alone
breathing is just easier with one hand on the steering wheel
in, out. in, out.
this year is hard

i’m up to my neck in responsibilities
is this what growing up is like?
i want to sit down
close my eyes

planes fly above me and i feel a sense of longing
i’m already made of metal
wind me up and watch me go
i’m ready to fly

i have never felt heavier
my head weighs a ton and my neck is made of straw
i want to live in between the bricks
i want to go home

Cierra Spina Feb 8

I can feel gravity grasping at me
clutching me
bringing me back down
drifting down from the sky
is like
falling out of love
you feel heavy
the gradual pull
and suddenly
it's gone

Here I am, off on a trip,
Do I travel on an new airship?
Or do a take a train, not so hip?
Or do I drive my vintage car?
Or is this trip too far?
No, like Icarus the star,
I'll grow wings, better than the car,
So, no automobiles, planes or trains,
No bus, but my wings, that's plain!

Feedback welcome.
sunflower Dec 2016

A fold here,
another there.
I straighten it's wings
to make sure they fly as far as they can.

I swing my arm back,
and let go.

I watch as the wind carries my feelings away.

I hope that the wind carries my heart to you.

i hope you catch my heart, jww.
Audrey Maday Nov 2016

I could have spent hours on that tarmac,
Waiting for planes, and adventure, and you.
God, I waited for you.
Now all I want to do is fly away.

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