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  • Death

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    it's three o'clock in the morning,
    my eyes are falling low
    the bike goes everywhere but straight,
    where I am, I don't know

    I had to leave that place,
    where I was before.
    going fast, but taking it slow,
    she opened it, then slammed the door.

    my anger is rising,
    I awake in a rage.
    I lift the front tire off of the ground,
    and scream into the next page.

    how long will this hurt,
    how long till it's closed.
    how much longer,
    can I stand in repose.

    the speed drives through me,
    like the chill of the air.
    oh shit there's a truck!
    it's driving right there!

    the noise is like thunder
    piercing the night.
    what can I do now
    I'm sliding right for...end

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    Drivingczar commented on no more


    Live to ride - ride to live! Great write!

    janetdawson commented on no more


    wow... u should add more to this , it was that good, i was rather sad that it ended.

    To have great poets there must be great audiences too.

    Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

    dangedmanjr’s Poems (25)

    Title Comments
    Title Comments
    Unrequited 1
    Some Haiku for You! 2
    Landslide 8
    almost reality 3
    Closed Eyes, Open Heart (UPA Pic challenge) 16
    Arithmea 12
    from the ground up 38
    His, Hers, Their's 7
    Mr. Mom 29
    climax of a kiss 13
    A prayer... 11
    the time is now 11
    the time has come 7
    the thin line between 3
    no more 2
    rage 7
    I can't... 4
    blurred clarity 6
    incoherent ramblings of a madman 2
    in the wind 3
    psycho dicotomy 10
    the lone rider 4
    Ten minutes...ete
    Dream scape 8