#roadside
I’m mad.
This **** is so unfair.
Sometimes you think a day will be good, the opposite happens,
as if the universe made a mistake and
misheard me maybe.
All I said was today’s gonna be a good day, geez.
And then I find my works piling till my sheets,
my tire pressures free falling,
because the truck I was driving behind decided to drop a rock,
and like my life was Mario Kart,
the rock tore through my tire.
I’m tired of waiting for this roadside assistance to get here.
I constantly live in fear for the worst,
and hope it happens when I expect it the most.
Alas, it never does.
The guy arrives and leaves, and I’m doing just fine,
yet the feeling of a bad day leaves a bad taste in your mouth,
and your emotions sing to the tune of your ego all day.
Because you feel just because
you had a bad day it means you can be an ******* to anyone you meet.
Is this some kind of a power fantasy
I repeat and I failed to recognize it?
I had to calm myself down because it got me too amped up.
I almost let the demons drive.
Geez, it’s only an inconvenience right.
And I wonder,
why do emergencies happen only when
you’re expecting to finally relax tonight?
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 7:12 PM UTC
She's me
chat that
back her
stack as
eyes gleam
and conglomerate
of ceramic
taste that
steal the
heart away
for cause
of now
that mayn't
bring her
down to
this gloomy
bile of
pancakes grief
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 9:42 AM UTC
I see people looking at me when I’m not yelling at them.
I see people running away from me when I’m pelting stones at broken cars.
I’m walking alone with barking dogs.
I see crying kids when I smile at them.
I see hand prints all over my body for eating fruits.
I see my black eye in a mirror, all for just asking food.
I hear screaming horns, when I’m just crossing the road.
I hear shoutings, when I’m just trying to sleep in the park.
All that I do is what I do.
All that I take is what I never asked for.
I see no difference between you and me.
Is it because you are yourself, and I am me?
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC
There’s a place on 12th and Hawthorne
and one on 12th and Morrison
I want to take you there
and talk about how I care.
we just have to pay the bus fare
it’s just on the 70…
no where near my Kennedy
we’ll walk a couple blocks
it could be more like five
that’s ok we’ll be at high dive
I hope we do see mo.
she’ll be playing sad love ballads.
if we end up seeing shon
we’ll think he’s the Foo fighters lad
then there could be dan.
he’s still trying to be a man.
we’ll walk a few blocks more
there’s an attraction here
it’s called roadside, dear.
we can have a few beers.
we’ll sit on a lovely swing
and I’ll talk about this thing
I want to take you there.
however I’m just too scared.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 9:44 AM UTC
Uno mas,
or "one more."
One more stop until we're home
or close enough to call it so.
One more stop until we're close enough
to driving our car and picking up ***
roadside.
To grabbing a coffee
to restart the night.
To talking 'till that predawn light
that reminds us why
we fell in love
the first time.
Uno
mas.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC