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#bicycling
I took up biking down past your street everyday. I hope to spot you walking towards or away; What would I do if you spun and said, Hi. I'd get unbalanced if you looked in my eyes. I remember how they turned red when you cried,      *Just leave me alone. Please leave me alone.       I once loved you when we lived in our home.       I'd have done anything when you were mine;       Just leave me now and I'm sure I'll be fine.* This ride can never end for me. I'll  pedal past the street haunting me. I'll keep my head down as my wheels flee; But I'll gaze in my mirror in case you call out to me.
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Aug 15, 2021
Aug 15, 2021 at 8:30 AM UTC
Pedaling My Lie
I know you shake and squeak, I bought you cheap, Parts of you dropped below, Down to the road, So, I slowed, To rescue your parted pieces. Then back inside, With limited tool supply, I’d scratch my head, And knot my brow, As your rusted threads, Spun round and round, But I’d make you whole again, My shaking, squeaking friend, With you there is no end, For every time your handles creak, Any rush of air that peeps A look through treads run bare, I’ll carry you home, With care, And make you whole again.
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May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 10:22 AM UTC
Rocinante
white pink skechers follow brown-leather feet padding down the stairs, nothing but fall leaves and a generation between us the older man glides the purple beauty into our front yard and onto the sidewalk gramps is a dedicated biker and will be years from now polished aluminum gives way to the sun and his eyes gleam along with it he guides me down the pavement, conserving my speed with a trembling palm on the handlebar holds me tight and shows me how not to ride, when to push through an upcoming hill and when to brake -- c
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Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC
a purple schwinn
It starts with a bang A single shot Followed by a Chorus Of clacking Clicking And whirring As though The bullet Tore a hole In the sky And now all the air Is rushing out ******* us With it A spectacle To witness Such great pitch And movement A steady buzz Buzzing rolling Cacophony Fueled by Ambition aggression And panic Elbows out Jarring Sparring Until we settle Into our rhythm Carbon and metal And organic Mass Undulating along Whoosh Wooshing Flying on the ground Escape velocity Hurtling along Pushing A wall of air The winds of Our arrival Surrounding us An envelope Sealing This new singularity From the rest of The universe Until it collapses On itself And vanishes Until The next Event Horizon
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Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 9:23 PM UTC
racing