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#joyride
The tires hum over the street. echoing between the other cars. finding their way into the trees. just you and me, the wind blowing in through the window. Anything to get out of the house. every mile we travel I am more at peace, that I am not alone. I am glad that you called me before I got in the car. The neck strap that holds my work badge Dangling back and forth from the rearview mirror. nowhere in particular to be. no particular place comes to mind. It feels good to have you beside me. the radio down low, lost in conversation. old memories becoming new. Your arm slightly bent resting on the car door. every bump that we hit, the loose change in the cup holder rattles. just you and me. no particular place to be. no particular place in mind. We can stop anywhere that catches your eye. I made sure to fill the tank up before I stopped to get you. anything just to get out of the house. I am glad that you were able to take this ride with me.
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Jul 10, 2024
Jul 10, 2024 at 4:36 PM UTC
Wanderlust
He asked about me in the first meeting. he was so curious to know the whole time, we were talking. what should I tell, what should I hide? my life is so confusing it never was a joyride. being emotional, I end up hurting. I am not the one who loves flirting. believe in giving all or nothing every time it's easy for me to trusting. failed so many time yet not learning, As soon as I become comfortable life starts turning. got ditched so many times still friendly. Always fall in Pitts more than deadly Low in confidence, thinking negative. serve myself for people to take benefit. knowing yet not doing anything for the betterment world is moving fast and talk about empowerment. with all these flaws I still, love myself those who cheat will pay themself. I won't change, I never become you. will always be loyal and to myself true.
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Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 4:17 AM UTC
I am not you.
Speed king Stolen car Tyre scream Rush, adrenalin Forget cops, Don’t stop In flight Across night Take your fill Ride the thrill Like a wave Surfing on danger Pushing limits Better than any pill Evidence Cauterized Charred remains In the countryside Someone’s pride and joy Will be announced dead On a doorstep In the morning.
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Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 6:18 AM UTC
Joy Ride
I only wish to be by your side I wish for it every single night, but you didn’t bring me along for the ride, infact you didn’t take notice until I was out of sight. Bury me alive, don’t leave me at the door. I’ve been stretching this drive down to the corner store. I’ve been chain smoking, and breathing the cold air skies, I’ll tell you that I’m joking, and if you cover my ears, I’ll cover your eyes. I’ve been trying to catch the ocean, but ended up drowning in her eyes. I’m stashing away every emotion, and she accuses my sentiment for lies. I want to go on a joyride, I want to drive away but not to hide. I want to go on a joyride, but I’m feeling alone and you’re not by my side. So I’ll turn up the music, and ignore my pride. Travelling the dark street of that old quiet ghost town, the ferret was very discreet, but warned of us of the bear and to slow down. Losing track of time and missing our exit, with conversations holding a life of their own. I’ll remind you so you won’t forget it, now I’ll drive that highway completely alone. Bury me alive, oh wait, you made the shallow grave. I’ve been stretching this drive, it’s pitch black but I remind you to be brave. I’ve been listening to our favourite song, the lyrics I easily memorize. Eliza Dushku’s turn was wrong, but if you be my ears, I’ll be your eyes. I know your measurements; head to toes, and you’re perfect just the way you are. You know I love how you look in my clothes when you sit beside me in my dark car. And all the streetlights went out as we silently took a joyride, it’s not unusual for me but I have my doubt, that it wasn’t amplified by her by my side.
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May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 4:01 AM UTC
Joyride
I only wish to be by your side I wish for it every single night, but you didn’t bring me along for the ride, infact you didn’t take notice until I was out of sight. Bury me alive, don’t leave me at the door. I’ve been stretching this drive down to the corner store. I’ve been chain smoking, and breathing the cold air skies, I’ll tell you that I’m joking, and if you cover my ears, I’ll cover your eyes. I’ve been trying to catch the ocean, but ended up drowning in her eyes. I’m stashing away every emotion, and she accuses my sentiment for lies. I want to go on a joyride, I want to drive away but not to hide. I want to go on a joyride, but I’m feeling alone and you’re not by my side. So I’ll turn up the music, and ignore my pride. Travelling the dark street of that old quiet ghost town, the ferret was very discreet, but warned of us of the bear and to slow down. Losing track of time and missing our exit, with conversations holding a life of their own. I’ll remind you so you won’t forget it, now I’ll drive that highway completely alone. Bury me alive, oh wait, you made the shallow grave. I’ve been stretching this drive, it’s pitch black but I remind you to be brave. I’ve been listening to our favourite song, the lyrics I easily memorize. Eliza Dushku’s turn was wrong, but if you be my ears, I’ll be your eyes. I know your measurements; head to toes, and you’re perfect just the way you are. You know I love how you look in my clothes when you sit beside me in my dark car. And all the streetlights went out as we silently took a joyride, it’s not unusual for me but I have my doubt, that it wasn’t amplified by her by my side.
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