"passanger" poems - Hello Poetry

I always thought it was lovely, the way you climb out of sleep You unfold your back up out of the sheets before you blink your eyes I always thought it was lovely, the way you unbutton my flannel You start at the bottom & save the best for last Well, I guess I'm driving home tonight You have cider leaking from your pores but still I'm melting into every half-hearted word You came here with me on a limb You said I didn't have to travel alone But now I feel lonelier than I've ever been, looking at your lazy eyelashes falling up and down from the passanger's side Knowing that you're not looking at mine I drag you to shore everytime you start to drown I love you even when you're hard to like I have pain drenched pillow cases from every night you said "hey I'm stayin in tonight" & I have half-empty pill bottles from every month you spent falling away from me This is not as lovely, as it looks to us This is agony, all dressed up

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May 17, 2013

May 17, 2013 at 12:06 AM UTC

Unsentimental

Pain in Red Lipstick

I always thought it was lovely, the way you climb out of sleep You unfold your back up out of the sheets before you blink your eyes I always thought it was lovely, the way you unbutton my flannel You start at the bottom & save the best for last Well, I guess I'm driving home tonight You have cider leaking from your pores but still I'm melting into every half-hearted word You came here with me on a limb You said I didn't have to travel alone But now I feel lonelier than I've ever been, looking at your lazy eyelashes falling up and down from the passanger's side Knowing that you're not looking at mine I drag you to shore everytime you start to drown I love you even when you're hard to like I have pain drenched pillow cases from every night you said "hey I'm stayin in tonight" & I have half-empty pill bottles from every month you spent falling away from me This is not as lovely, as it looks to us This is agony, all dressed up

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Cracked vinyl bus seats Windows that have heard the stories of every passanger smeared with truth The spit of the elderly woman who fell asleep while reminiscing about the son whom she's visiting that she hasn't seen in 35 years The stubbled cheeks of the older gentleman who is counting the pennies in his pocket on his way to the store to get food for his daughter The knitted scarf of the middle-aged woman who is slowly pulling her coat closer to her in an attempt to warm herself because it was the only article of clothing she could afford that year The ponytail of the teenaged girl who is tracing the scars on her wrist from the last time she tried to end her life They congregate for a common purpose, but The doors to their hearts open like the hinged door, letting anyone haphazardly stumble in for a moment, And Their souls are brighter than the lights of the megabus as they are honest with themselves for even just a minute And their walls are temporarily demolished because who would ever have to lie about who they are on a greyhound bus? Smooth polished church pews Floors that have been tread upon by every saint stained with lies The flats of the elderly woman who is nodding off while pretending to pray for the son whom she hasn't spoken to in 35 years The loafers of the older gentleman who is calculating the amount of money he can sneak from the spagetti dinner fund without getting caught The high heels of the middle-aged woman who is slowly pulling up her skirt on one side in an attempt to catch the attention of the younger men further down the pew, while her husband holds her hand on the other The tennis shoes of the teenaged girl who is tracing the bruises under her blouse from the last time she started a fight with her boyfriend They congregate for a common purpose, but Their masks are painted on more elaborately than the Sistine Chapel And Their lies are built up more intricately than the stained-glass windows that surround them As they read their words to live by from a book collecting dust in drawers throughout America because who could be anything but holy in a church?

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Jul 2, 2013

Jul 2, 2013 at 12:46 PM UTC

asphyxiophilia

Anything But Holy

Cracked vinyl bus seats Windows that have heard the stories of every passanger smeared with truth The spit of the elderly woman who fell asleep while reminiscing about the son whom she's visiting that she hasn't seen in 35 years The stubbled cheeks of the older gentleman who is counting the pennies in his pocket on his way to the store to get food for his daughter The knitted scarf of the middle-aged woman who is slowly pulling her coat closer to her in an attempt to warm herself because it was the only article of clothing she could afford that year The ponytail of the teenaged girl who is tracing the scars on her wrist from the last time she tried to end her life They congregate for a common purpose, but The doors to their hearts open like the hinged door, letting anyone haphazardly stumble in for a moment, And Their souls are brighter than the lights of the megabus as they are honest with themselves for even just a minute And their walls are temporarily demolished because who would ever have to lie about who they are on a greyhound bus? Smooth polished church pews Floors that have been tread upon by every saint stained with lies The flats of the elderly woman who is nodding off while pretending to pray for the son whom she hasn't spoken to in 35 years The loafers of the older gentleman who is calculating the amount of money he can sneak from the spagetti dinner fund without getting caught The high heels of the middle-aged woman who is slowly pulling up her skirt on one side in an attempt to catch the attention of the younger men further down the pew, while her husband holds her hand on the other The tennis shoes of the teenaged girl who is tracing the bruises under her blouse from the last time she started a fight with her boyfriend They congregate for a common purpose, but Their masks are painted on more elaborately than the Sistine Chapel And Their lies are built up more intricately than the stained-glass windows that surround them As they read their words to live by from a book collecting dust in drawers throughout America because who could be anything but holy in a church?

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BASED ON TRUE EVENTS: One evening in the fall my mom took my brother and I to get some food.. We wanted fried chicken so she took us to churches chicken.. We went through the drive through and noticed right away that a brown chevy nova was in front of us while a white ford pick-up was behind us.. I was in the passanger seat, my mom was driving, and my bro was in the back seat.. My brother had a drink with him and he moved up in the middle of the seat to tell me and my mom something.. He spilled the drink onto the front seat and my mom and i tried to avoid getting wet.. In that 3 seconds we all noticed it at once what had truly happened.. The chevy nova in front of us was now behind us while the white ford pick-up was now in front of us.. 3 seconds they switched spots.. all 3 of us noticed it.. this is not impossible if the time suited it correctly.. this means the white truck would have to reverse all the way around the restraunt while the brown chevy nova would have to drive all the way around.. i still can not explain it till this day..

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Mar 10, 2014

Mar 10, 2014 at 6:22 PM UTC

solaces

Mistake of the program (Based on true events)

BASED ON TRUE EVENTS: One evening in the fall my mom took my brother and I to get some food.. We wanted fried chicken so she took us to churches chicken.. We went through the drive through and noticed right away that a brown chevy nova was in front of us while a white ford pick-up was behind us.. I was in the passanger seat, my mom was driving, and my bro was in the back seat.. My brother had a drink with him and he moved up in the middle of the seat to tell me and my mom something.. He spilled the drink onto the front seat and my mom and i tried to avoid getting wet.. In that 3 seconds we all noticed it at once what had truly happened.. The chevy nova in front of us was now behind us while the white ford pick-up was now in front of us.. 3 seconds they switched spots.. all 3 of us noticed it.. this is not impossible if the time suited it correctly.. this means the white truck would have to reverse all the way around the restraunt while the brown chevy nova would have to drive all the way around.. i still can not explain it till this day..

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There's this thing called the ego, It likes sitting on the passanger sit, Until it takes the wheel, Then it stirs us into a steep road, Away from everyone in our lives, It just drives us towards a steep hill, Where everyone looks like ants, And it continues driving, Until it drive us crazily mad, And we just feel like getting away from those ants Or we just feel like stepping on those ants, Because it feels like the ants, are coming towards us, As if the ants are walking on our skins, And we itch and itch to just scratch But this ego continues driving us away, more and more towards that steep road, Where everyone keeps looking like ants, Unless we take the wheel back. March 3, 2015

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Mar 3, 2015

Mar 3, 2015 at 6:11 PM UTC

everlasting

The ego and passenger sit

There's this thing called the ego, It likes sitting on the passanger sit, Until it takes the wheel, Then it stirs us into a steep road, Away from everyone in our lives, It just drives us towards a steep hill, Where everyone looks like ants, And it continues driving, Until it drive us crazily mad, And we just feel like getting away from those ants Or we just feel like stepping on those ants, Because it feels like the ants, are coming towards us, As if the ants are walking on our skins, And we itch and itch to just scratch But this ego continues driving us away, more and more towards that steep road, Where everyone keeps looking like ants, Unless we take the wheel back. March 3, 2015

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I'm invincible tonight Snarling punk guitar riffs Dilate us. Wetting our taste for the Killer **** chases cops As I trip out in the passanger seat he drinks strawberry sodas and smokes cigarettes I dream in full color lingering on the edge completeness I begin to fade into the seat Watching cars pass on their way He speaks but his words are lost A cure for cancer and broken hearts Head colds and chest colds The highway breaks and becomes back roads I pass the time alone with a running reel of thought pictures None of them including you He parks The car doors slam like gunshots The ground gives way beneath my feet The stillness as we close in for the **** The last of my money turns into mere milligrams of peace We take our hits on the back porch The dealer's girl and baby sleep on the couch I turn inside out The cool night air I close my eyes Listening To my Pulse Quickening.... Beneath the skin things begin to heat up Then its gone The money and the dreams of growing old Always tommorow, never today The clouds float like a silver blanket on the moon's ray's They speak in tongues beside me If they asked me, I do not know Then again she returns The thorn among the roses Just as the warmth took me Just as I began to forget I don't remeber the ride home If that's what you call a home If once it could be like the first time again I might not die trying to forget the things I fought hardest to keep Those you love will hurt you the most Those who love themselves only find solace in oblivion Somewhere between awake and asleep The flutter of eyelids Signal lights for the infinite

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May 14, 2012

May 14, 2012 at 3:09 AM UTC

jacob-1

Shnozberry

I'm invincible tonight Snarling punk guitar riffs Dilate us. Wetting our taste for the Killer **** chases cops As I trip out in the passanger seat he drinks strawberry sodas and smokes cigarettes I dream in full color lingering on the edge completeness I begin to fade into the seat Watching cars pass on their way He speaks but his words are lost A cure for cancer and broken hearts Head colds and chest colds The highway breaks and becomes back roads I pass the time alone with a running reel of thought pictures None of them including you He parks The car doors slam like gunshots The ground gives way beneath my feet The stillness as we close in for the **** The last of my money turns into mere milligrams of peace We take our hits on the back porch The dealer's girl and baby sleep on the couch I turn inside out The cool night air I close my eyes Listening To my Pulse Quickening.... Beneath the skin things begin to heat up Then its gone The money and the dreams of growing old Always tommorow, never today The clouds float like a silver blanket on the moon's ray's They speak in tongues beside me If they asked me, I do not know Then again she returns The thorn among the roses Just as the warmth took me Just as I began to forget I don't remeber the ride home If that's what you call a home If once it could be like the first time again I might not die trying to forget the things I fought hardest to keep Those you love will hurt you the most Those who love themselves only find solace in oblivion Somewhere between awake and asleep The flutter of eyelids Signal lights for the infinite

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Crimson skies dwell above A caliginous passanger to her allurment, Her coarse body intertwined with the jagged thorns of a rose, reaching toward every vulnerable crevice. Yet she stands ***** in her solitude, Her beauty only amplified by the scars left from years of desolation. She hides behind her labyrinth A deceitful shelter from the elements I journey through her path stumbling through the endless dark occasionally I find myself aching from the pain as though I can no longer Travel through her unblazed path. I only pray that one day I can Set my eyes upon her magnificient figure. To see past her concrete walls and hold my Venus torment in all her pain and suffering.

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May 15, 2014

May 15, 2014 at 11:03 PM UTC

ronald-ferreira

My Venus Torment

Crimson skies dwell above A caliginous passanger to her allurment, Her coarse body intertwined with the jagged thorns of a rose, reaching toward every vulnerable crevice. Yet she stands ***** in her solitude, Her beauty only amplified by the scars left from years of desolation. She hides behind her labyrinth A deceitful shelter from the elements I journey through her path stumbling through the endless dark occasionally I find myself aching from the pain as though I can no longer Travel through her unblazed path. I only pray that one day I can Set my eyes upon her magnificient figure. To see past her concrete walls and hold my Venus torment in all her pain and suffering.

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u find a strange heart, ask it the cause of existance, a wondrous expression, and a reason of being gypsy... on stalk of dreams, flowy in windy breeze, i rely my everything for sake of love, from every direction comes only a gaze , of hatred and deception!! for sake of love, a dead city, awakens from the spreading of dust, sun kisses in its golden color, the blueness of vast sky, and life is blown in souls rust, just for sake of love!! ur thought, a reflection, shivers me thorough, makes me tremble, like an autumn leaf in season of fall, i make a call, for my fragile heart, to be held and enslaved by the moment of love, just for sake of love!! it is falling slowly on island of dark hold, i need a courage yet, to leave this place, my eyes glare upon the paths unknown, silence is its passanger, and companions are nt sober too, but, i am waiting for moon to show me the way, so i cross the leap, dive deep, the oceans of oceans, in love, just for sake of llove!!

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Feb 19, 2019

Feb 19, 2019 at 11:47 AM UTC

hira-malik

for the sake of love!!

u find a strange heart, ask it the cause of existance, a wondrous expression, and a reason of being gypsy... on stalk of dreams, flowy in windy breeze, i rely my everything for sake of love, from every direction comes only a gaze , of hatred and deception!! for sake of love, a dead city, awakens from the spreading of dust, sun kisses in its golden color, the blueness of vast sky, and life is blown in souls rust, just for sake of love!! ur thought, a reflection, shivers me thorough, makes me tremble, like an autumn leaf in season of fall, i make a call, for my fragile heart, to be held and enslaved by the moment of love, just for sake of love!! it is falling slowly on island of dark hold, i need a courage yet, to leave this place, my eyes glare upon the paths unknown, silence is its passanger, and companions are nt sober too, but, i am waiting for moon to show me the way, so i cross the leap, dive deep, the oceans of oceans, in love, just for sake of llove!!

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