#rides
Sun tracks high through
a Carolina blue sky.
Down twisting turning roads I fly.
Nothing quite like a Carolina morning,
Sweet Baby James rings in my ears.
Clouds mingle with the mountains
water flows from the rocks like fountains
My God I wish that you were here.
I wish you were here,
Whispering sweet love songs in my ear,
as we while away the miles on the road.
As much as I love to wander,
I'll never stray for long,
Your voice, it always calls me home.
For a Carolina Morning
no matter how beautiful,
Is never quite as beautiful alone.
May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 3:28 PM UTC
There's the wait,
That constant ache,
Moving forward through
The gate,
Your hand in mine,
Let time unwind,
As long as I'm with you
All that's left is the climb--
Up the steps, one by one,
Screams are heard,
the nerves have begun--
But you look at me
and squeeze my hand
I'll try not to make you have
to catch me
Because with that look--
I can barely stand.
You liquefy my core
and it radiates like
the waves of screams
like the parabolas
All stuck together
Laid with track
It's our turn soon.
The turnstiles whir
My stomach stirs,
We both have palms
slick with sweat
But we're here.
We're on this adventure
Together.
So our held hands
Lead us past the back,
Past the middle,
The front seats.
The very front seats.
The first to fall.
And we sit.
And I lean into you
with tears in my eyes
from fear and excitement
and feverish, crazy love
and those clicks start
and the carts budge
Forward
And Forward Again.
And by the time we're
At
The
Top---
There is this feeling of teetering
On the
Edge
Of the Abyss
And you're staring at the only
THING
You can stare at and it isn't
DOWN
It's each other. It's
taking solace
in the ultimate fact
that even in our fear
attempting to face it
Together
we're impenetrable.
Our screams
Are of joy
and excitement
and love
and adventure
and life.
And then it rolls
to a stop,
The air break hiss,
looking at each other
with smirks
and knowing
we're getting
Right back in that **** line
and Going Again.
Mar 29, 2025
Mar 29, 2025 at 2:27 AM UTC
The passenger seat of someone else's car
is a place that I can get lost in.
The seat that was off limits
until I was 10 years old,
now my introspective throne.
The world passes through my window like
memories I've long since forgotten.
A blur of aced tests and overachieving I want
to soak my brain in.
The wasted time in long lines,
my first standing ovation,
emotions that blend
with the Little Trees Lavender.
All the pain of the world can't penetrate
my secluded steel fortress,
so I sink deeper into the cushion.
Jun 14, 2023
Jun 14, 2023 at 3:59 PM UTC
Love is like a sailboat
when the tides are high
and rough,
in the midst of storm
We throw off the bowlines,
surrender the helm
to the winds
and choose to
adrift - into the unknown
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 11:40 AM UTC
Hot summers sun on my long hair,
skin tans and cold drinks with the smell of fresh fire wood burning under the moonlight stars.
Warm kisses, and soft hands touching, time when we feel free out of hibernation.
Sound of the rumble in the smokey air, my boyfriend's here and we go for a ride down the summer roads on my black motorcycle.
These are the summer's i will remember, that become nostalgic.
Longing to feel your skin against mine under the summer heat, we sweat, breathe and kiss more to the sound of our own heartbeats.
Laughing, talking and making memories together, we unite as one when the journey continues with us together. 2 people and 1 soul. I can feel yours. Can you feel mine?
Jun 7, 2020
Jun 7, 2020 at 5:44 PM UTC
With the lines small in attendance.
We made haste,
Skipping to the front.
A ceremony of shoes,
moving inch by inch.
We felt like kids again.
Amusing ourselves before a rush of anxiety.
Being slung in the air.
Our hands and feet lifeless by our side.
Nothing but stretched nylon and belts keeping us in our seat.
The ****** of seeing her eyes light next to mine.
This was how I felt being by her side.
The anticipation of knowing that at any given moment.
A strange metamorphosis was bound to happen.
The simplest thing such as walking became that much enjoyable.
The endless patter of feet.
Pounding over and over.
Walking about,
Reviewing our love of food.
Funnel cakes, fried Oreo.
A festival of taste buds refined by hers.
An obese smile,
Both our stomachs full.
The anticipation of reaching our peak.
Let out as a loud yell, covered by the sound of laughing.
The sound of bells and dings.
Large to small plush bears & animals given to the winner of each game.
Her being the best prize there.
Life size
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 12:58 PM UTC
This year I went to the Fair
I couldn't believe how many people were there
There were rides, games and so much food
Taking everything in brighten my mood
On what to do next I couldn't decide
So I thought I chose something to ride
I don't do heights all that well
So I just rode the carousel
I played a game trying to get a prize
I didn't win, wow, what a surprise
I ate some nachos with a lot of cheese
I sipped a cold slurpee and got brain freeze
I saw an owl, a zebra, a camel, and a raccoon
Also a little boy crying who'd lost his balloon
On the way out I stopped and bought a souvenir
I'll definitely be back again next year
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 9:18 AM UTC
the carnival rides
sitting on the sides
swinging from left to right
going the highest ups and the lowest downs
turning and twisting
so swiftly
as the chilly wind blows ever so slightly
knees wobbled
stars seem to be around me
the whole world seems like its spinning
going round and round
and till i fall down
collapsing to the ground
everything seems so dark
can’t seem to see anything
in the dark
someone please wake me up
from the dreams
as i continue sleeping
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 11:04 AM UTC
Take a second to jot down a few words directly into the post box.
Be thankful for the moment you got away today and drove with the windows down to pick up pizza for dinner.
You didn't want to step away from your computer,
but your parents told you to, so you ran the errand.
Driving...
yeah...
hm...
What a nice relief.
Remember the music that played and how the wind brushing your arm reminded you of that liberating feeling when you would ride motorcycles in Estero, and it felt like nothing mattered...
You just drove and hummed whatever song made you feel the happiest.
yeah...
Okay.
Your procrastination is over, so seclude yourself out on the lanai;
brace for the long night ahead.
Maybe your friends will wish you a good night and it'll motivate you for the long haul.
It hasn't been too long since you last stayed up until 2... 3... maybe 4am, right?
Put on that playlist. (It will help.)
Let Son Lux provide that numbing white noise,
loud enough to keep you energized, quiet enough to let you type.
Maybe you'll stay out until you get it done.
Maybe you'll just get it over with tonight.
Maybe you'll want to stay out, to see the sunrise.
Maybe,
but for now, finish up your word doodles,
your little mindless rants,
so you can apply your mind to the "important things".
You'll make the best of it. (I know you will.)
Maybe you'll have fun with it.
Maybe you'll be proud of it.
Maybe you'll forget everything you've learned,
Maybe,
but for now, this is your time to write,
your time to prove yourself,
so you can tell the rest of the world,
"I did it."
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 8:55 PM UTC
Warm nights
City lights
Bob Marley, One Love plays
My man Juan, drunk and singing along.
This is what 2 in the morning's are made of
The song ends
Juan is now sleeping
The ride is done
$18.07
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC
Your first time here
Lines are short
Almost your turn
Mintues pass
Your turn arrives
Heart pounding
Eyes wide
Mind racing
Fear rising
It begins
Slowly you move
Up and up and up
You go
As you think that you are about to stop
You move
fast and faster
More quickly than your heart can keep up
Screams are released
Arms are waiving
Eyes
open or shut?
Shut, too scared
Open, you know what's next
A **** here
A stomach drop there
The end appears
A halting stop
To a slow finish
A smile begins to form
Heart still racing
Ready for round two
Ready for more
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 7:02 PM UTC
Do you remember
that last night?
Before things got ****** up,
and everything was normal.
We sat in your car,
driving through the sleeping city;
unbeknownst to the future,
and how bad everything would end.
If only I had known
how little time we had.
I would have said something,
instead of sitting in silence.
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 11:07 AM UTC
i have found to be at my
most me
on an empty bus home
sitting lonely.
from the second floor seats
i get to gaze on empty streets
closing shops
clubs
sometimes homes.
i wonder if they can see me.
writing poetry
on my way home
in an empty bus
sometimes wishing
i wasn't alone.
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 3:10 PM UTC
I think its the lights,
or maybe the sounds?
that make late night car rides
so peacful.
With the radio to drown out
all your demons,
of stress and depression.
And lights flickering by,
making your eyes look like galaxies.
Staring out the window,
watching the sleeping world
as you drive passed.
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 5:52 PM UTC
I promise to get high with you and take late night rides with you
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 2:36 AM UTC
Tears fill my eyes,
As I stare at this blue
Blue sky,
I'm so
****** frustrated,
Why is it always like this?
Why am I like this?
Why?
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 9:25 PM UTC
Excitement
(stressed parents)
Endless fun to have
(bickering couples)
Days of joy and laughter
(screaming children)
It's the happiest place on earth
(you'll slowly miss being home)
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 11:40 AM UTC
Fried green beens
Whirl of the machines
Flashing lights
Squeals of delight
Games to win prizes
Drinks in all sizes
Pig and cow judging
Old friends hugging
Bands in the grandstand
Fried pickles at foodstand
Gator bites and gyros
Rides tossing to and fro
Cotton candy
Salt water taffy
Beer tents
Free events
Pies, canning and art
Contest to take part
Many concessionaire
Great old fashion state fair
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 11:42 AM UTC
The rides full of adrenaline
The crowd full of laughter
The air full of a variety of smells
A carnival
A place of fun and enrichment
The carny grounds
Someone ends up hurt
Dies on sight
A carnival
Now a place that is closed
An empty place
Full of empty rides
Silent laughter
A carnival
Only a place of dares and bad choices
More death arises
More lost souls wandering
The carny grounds beginning to fill again
A carnival
No longer a place of fun and enjoyment
Screams fill the air in the night
Rides never stop running
A haunting of what was once a beautiful place
A haunted carnival
A place where the spirits roam
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 3:26 AM UTC
Do you ever wish
The bus ride would never
end,
So you could continue
To stare blankly
At the boring
Bland
Scenery passing by
On the other side
Of the horrid
scratched up
window
And not have to deal
With all the ******
Depressing
Empty
Thoughts
in your mind
That contemplate
Everything
and
Nothing
All
at
once
?
Because,
Right now
,
I certainly don’t
want this
boring
Quiet bus ride
to end.
It’s much
better
than
the
Noisy
Tedious
Thoughts
that
keep
flitting
through
my brain.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 1:24 PM UTC
2 fitted sheets, stretched and tucked atop each
other. A nesting home for soft bugs with thousands
of legs, in which you cannot see.
Why does it smell like Michigan basement
bathrooms, and size 4 feet in turtle sandboxes.
Painted, chipped, salvageable wood only shows
it's gritty teeth in the day light.
leaking through shower curtain rings on
the makeshift curtains like pool water
through the cracks in your smiling eyes,
blue goggles, the ones that cover the nose.
the longer you listen to the silence,
the louder it gets.
or is that the sounds of fan blades
ripping through the indescribable texture of
the stale air you swim through each night.
You'd swear you experienced a sonic boom here,
the bull whip cracking from over pressure. or is it
under pressure? I always thought that pressure
weighed like pounds and tons. I still don't
know if that is wrong.
I won't remember the sound of your laugh,
or the way you smell, or the clothes you wore
when we met. Like a good poet should.
But I'll remember all the things we forgot
to do together. All the times we spoke but
got too high to listen.
High, like the time I told you I thought
the trees and the sun were making
strobe lights for our long drive into
October. Flashing light in the car windows,
as we drove down the open freeway.
It's easy to remember the world
was made for us, when we are
alone, here, in this room, together,
like we were before, and will be soon
once again.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 3:17 AM UTC
Car rides passed by blank stares at broken down cars and empty fields
I keep looking for your name on my phone
I keep looking to the seat beside me expecting a different result from each blink
I keep wishing you were here
But if I had a field of dandelions for each wish that I wished about you, there'd be miles of empty promises and deflated sighs because I promise wishing doesn't work
I know because I've tried
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 1:40 AM UTC
Have you ever done something that was a bad idea?
You and your friends all made a plan and the whole week before you knew it was a bad idea.
It's almost like God pushed his hand up against your forehead and said "No.", but you still did it.
While it was happening it was but but it started to go downhill going faster and faster until "BOOM!", explosion.
No, not a real explosion, a metaphoric one that definitely felt real.
In the end, after the crash, I actually started to go up uphill till I realized this hill is even bigger and I never want to the top because I'm scared what's on the bottom of the other side.
I'm traveling up this hill now, and the worst part is I'm alone on this roller coaster ride.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC