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Julie Grenness Oct 2015
Yes, it's the racing carnival,
Fashionistas so topical,
Significance trivial,
Eye candy,
Drunk and silly,
Studs in suits,
Looking beaut,
Glitterati,
Haves and wannabes,
For the paparazzi,
Doyens of the racing industry,
You all look fabulous,
Gambling magnanimous,
Thoroughbreds' gloss,
Media hype and dross,
Great racing day,
*****, bets and babes,
Stuff the plebs today,
Our city's public holiday,
Melbourne Cup Day!
A tribute to our racing public holiday. Feedback welcome.
Jordan Fischer Oct 2015
I can't sleep
who am i kidding? I never can
Sure my body get's 
Twelve hours a day
but me? no sleep for me
My mind that is
I don’t even dream anymore
I just think
My mind is growing weak
No sleep
Catches up with you
I'm losing my edge
but nothing i can do about it
Another twelve hours of this
I need a hobby
H L Godden Sep 2015
Sweaty shuffle, gloved hands
light fuse, twitching in countdown
until heels spark trigger,
cannons drumming grass

driven by bellows,
magnesium snort
in wind-whipped ears

until gunshot
snap:

shell bursts,
shattered tendons
man falling into dust

while fragments *****
burning air, tearing turf
as cheers become screams,
awaiting another bullet.
If you've ever watched a race where a horse gets injured...
There’s days when my mind
can’t seem to stop
all these racing thoughts
the thoughts of us
the thoughts of my past
any thought that comes to be
it just never seems to stop
even after all everything I do
all these racing thoughts
just never ever seem to stop
Haley Upton May 2015
Imagine
Imagine being forced
To think about
      Every single thing
           Every single
                terror
                and
                horror.
Imagine
Imagine having something
Inside of you that you can’t
                run
                away
                from.
Imagine wondering how
Those around you
      Fail to notice
How close you are
                to
                collapse.








Imagine
Imagine plastering
                A smile
                On
      Your face
So you don’t have to
Let people see the true
      Cracks
               in
                    your
                              skin.
Imagine
Imagine having your fears
      Taking such a
                Hold of you
That you no longer
                recognize
                happiness.












Imagine
Imagine feeling abnormal
                Like an
                           alien
                    in your
                            own world.
Fear
Fear going outside
       Into the daylight
Imagine
       For one
              Second
How you would feel
                if.
                every.
                single.
                thing.
                around.
                you.
had the possibility
                of
                terrifying
                you.






Imagine
Fear
Fear getting into
                Your
                Car.
You can’t run
       away
       from
The images
Of the people you
Might ****
       the crashes
You might cause
                A week
                     Later.
                A month
                          Later.
The images are still
                with
                       you.
The sight of your
                Car
       Sends a signal
       To that thing inside of you
To open the gates of
       Your own hell


Could you **** someone
                today?
What if
What if you don’t
See that car turning
Because your thoughts
Won’t let go of the
                fear
                    of
                        that
                               happening.
You would never
       In a million
                years
       Voluntarily hurt
                someone
That is the perfect
                sustenance
                for anxiety.
Turning you into a monster
       Inside your own head
Imagine
Imagine having to get
In your car and
Smile at your
       passenger
                as
                   though
       nothing. Is. wrong.
They don’t see
                Your
                Knuckles
Turn white
       As you grip
The steering wheel
       They miss your
Face harden into
A perfected mask
       Of indifference
While your thoughts
       Are searing the
Inside of your skull
                racing
                a million
                miles
                a minute.
They don’t know
That all you want
To do is crawl inside
                yourself
       And sleep forever
They can’t imagine
       The terror of
Fearing the one thing
       That you can’t
                Run away from
Imagine being trapped
                In your own mind.
This poem was designed to emulate the racing thoughts that happen when having an anxiety attack, coming from a person who suffers from an anxiety disorder.
JM McCann May 2015
Meh speed is fun, no not the drug.
Wish that came earlier.
****** up my race on a ******* attack.
Finished off the back.
The ******* scrub, placed or some ****.
I didn’t listen.
We agreed before to be at each other necks.
We like it that way.
I should have made him feel like ****.
All he does is sit.
People ******* hate his guts.
He is fourteen.
Solely responsible for ******* up his future.
I try to help.


I might try to back him up, or burry him.
I’m not sure yet.
His dad is nice, his mom is full of ****.
I do extra to shut her up.
His dad cheered for me at the race.
No **** I’m trying.

I thought his sister had a crush on me.
She’s like thirteen.
I kinda, almost, at one stage liked her.
We are tied together.
They are a tight family and he is stuck to my wheel.
He *****.
Tremendous respect for that ***** though.
I know how it hurts.
A ******* monster attacking your soul.
Burnt legs, crispy spirits.
The monster tells me I’m going the right way.
Can’t stop.
This was a poem really celebrating my rivalry with this kid on bikes. We race in complete opposite ways, came from the same program he stayed I left, anyway hope you enjoy.
sanch kay May 2015
the night runs beside me
her cat-like eyes occasionally lighting up
a hidden stone in my path
but mostly cocooning me, letting me
stay blind in her comforting dark
it's what she's best at, anyways
loving me blindly

the roads thrum beside me
lulling me to sleep with stories of
travelers on the highways, of
discovery and treachery that lurks unsuspected
the night and her children try so hard
to draw me over to the other side with
their gentle seduction
but me,
I need to have my ear pressed against your chest
lips making love to yours
the steady thumping of your heart
my cold body enveloped by your heat
and the sheer knowledge that
you
are
with
me
near
me

to be able to
**sleep.
Because I'm on the road  (where I truly belong) but I still can't sleep.
Sar B Apr 2015
HALF!  HALF!  THREE-QUARTERS!  LENGHTEN!  FULL!
The coxswain roars at the start of the race
Telling us to pry and to pull
And not to slow from race pace
Speeding through the 750 meter mark
About to pass the other boat
Going underneath the second arc
Passing the cruise with a single quote
The coxswain saying "within you you have the power to win"
We have passed the other team
But we keep on going with strokes as sensuous as a violin
To us this is a dream
We have finally taken the lead!
Lisa Dec 2014
Thoughts and ideas begin to speed up
The to do list is processed as I mull over the day's events
You don't need to be high to be in a trance like this
Lost in the zone once again
Lisa Nov 2014
Am I being watched?
Are these blue, green and brown eyes aimed at me - why?
How can I get out of this fish bowl of life?
My mind is racing - thoughts and more thoughts, where is the delete button?
Do other people think these thoughts? I bet they don't. There is nowhere to go.
Is this what life is all about? I thought there was more to it than that.
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