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#seatbelt
i've been waking up to desaturation all my life. i don't know why but i've been rolling over in the same grey-skinned body, opening shoddy eyes, heart heavy as a hangover. i climb into your chevy with it in my hands. i know this is the fifth time i've lit a cigarette since i quit, but my lungs needed the ash. did you know, in a car crash, just one person not wearing a seatbelt would worsen the casualties? so if you see the casual ease with which i bare my chest, know that the carnage of my reckless form, hail in a storm of steel and violence, at least felt sorry. the starry dark of a backroad, an explosion of light, a bright metal supernova and colors even my eyes can't doubt; we'll all find out exactly how heavy my guilt is when the body sorrow built ascends through the windshield.
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May 27, 2021
May 27, 2021 at 1:34 AM UTC
desaturated study of contrasts
Loving you is like driving In an open lane. There are no distractions, No other obstacles. Long as I am with you everything is fine. Loving you is like having the radio blast your voice through the speakers. Your arms the seat belt that fits snug around me Protecting me from ****** harm. The quirk of your smile dangling from the air freshener above. Loving you is like driving In an open lane & my lips are the bumper to the outer edge of my heart. My lips follow the guideline of the lane. Trailing each curve of the road. Loving you is like driving with no destination in mind. Just as long as I am with you
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Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 9:46 AM UTC
Open Lane
You once told me that if you were to end your life, you'd pour chemicals on your car, On yourself, And maybe take a couple sips while your at it. You said you would light that **** on fire and watch the world burn around you. And I know that if you told that to our society, they would laugh and just say, "Don't forget to put on your seatbelt."
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Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 12:49 AM UTC
Seatbelt.
i don’t buckle my seatbelt anymore
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Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 3:22 PM UTC
casually suicidal
Death was coming oh so near And yet there still was no touch of fear The snow was tinged all black As my head hit the steering wheel with a crack Not much is remembered from that night When I tried to touch the stars with all my might
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Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 2:23 AM UTC
Oh so near
I fell in love with the meaning of Janus Bing! Gone! I'm a fuzz Transient ~ I know that I feel... ZWOOPDEBOOP DAN DAN DAHHH! Waaaza! What am I feeling. Doing? Looking for comfort Distract me Heal me?? I can't sleep I have long beautiful nails Bourgeois! He touched my feet. I don't know. I like cuddling people. Just for fun... Well, it's probably not fun, The veil of ignorance C R A S H E D Is anyone actually happy and content? I think we're all broken and sorrowful, Enjoying the little moments. Maybe it's where the stars are at. I'm scared. Terrified. The only seat that does not have a seatbelt in this coach is mine, the drivers,... I'm not sure what that says about how they value their employees.
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 8:34 PM UTC
A Seatbelt for Janus