Life is like a car ride.
 

Today we take this ride,
We don't know the destination.
Windows down, music up,
Driving along with anticipation.
Hitting potholes and cracks,
While driving down this winding route.
We keep on driving forward,
No matter what happens, without a doubt.
It starts to rain a little,
The road begins to slick.
The windows are up, the music down,
The weather is changing to quick.
The sky is darkening,
The clouds fill all the sky.
This ride has reversed,
With our thoughts it doesn't comply.
I am still sitting here,
In the passenger seat.
While driving down this road,
Water all over the concrete.
The tires start to skid,
The screeching is so loud.
I'm still sitting here,
Just as I had vowed.
The other car crashing,
We wind up in a ditch.
The coldness surrounds us,
I feel my legs twitch.
I see the blood,
Its covering your face.
I can't move my legs,
Still it's you I embrace.
I hold you close to me,
We're covered in blood and rain.
This ride is ending,
We will not ride again.
We cry in each others arms,
Happy to have said goodbye.
We take our last breaths,
Our trip had gone awry.

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There's a great site with a cartoon I like...


http://www.illwillpress.com/vault.html


The cartoon is listed as OPEN-MIC NIGHT II. It's really funny especially if ya like poetry.

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I didn't try to kill myself. I was thirteen when I wrote it. I was just writing and thats what came out in the end. I'm sorry if I offended you.

your poems are good but ..umm ..kinda black don't you think..
honestly...i wish i had never scanned them cos they have just put a whole downer on my night..
you were only 13..I hear ya'..
Poems reflect ones moods at the time of writing ..I like poetry..i like depth of somebody elses thoughts.
When i write..I write on a spur of the moment..something humurous happens..
i put it to poetry..
something pisses me off ...i put it to poetry.
etc.etc..
I think you should take a good look at taking this up seriously..but try not to always look for the doom and gloom of things...good luck..

I don't think she needs to stray from the doom and gloom factor, but the poems don't all have to rhyme. Talking about dying with your lover in a car wreck loses its oomph when you use the word "awry" to close out the work.

Too bad you weren't here to answer the phone on the day the phone call was made to tell me that one of my best friends had just killed himself. What kind of message would you have jotted down for me at that time ? 'Best friend- dead. No warning signs. Don't try to call back. Too late.' ? Sorry if you seem to take offense at my more-than-serious approach at all the kids who wanna play the drama king or queen for the moment so anyone listening can rush up to babysit them. I quite obviously take it very personal and very serious. I'll repost the tune I pulled from my earlier post:
"In time when all the chips are down
My last hand has been played
You won't see the game conclude
Or plans we once had made
Win, lose, draw it matters not
I only play with friends
But you left no second chance
For us to make amends
My anger won't subside
Was it easy to decide
To take that long walk in the night ?
And now I find
That I can't buy back our time
I forever lost you to the night

Later when the candle's out
My wishes had been made
Except for one they all came true
From the friends that I parade
I couldn't have picked finer ones
If I'd ever tried
And none will haunt the way you do
From demons left behind
But I just can't be real
If I pretend to think and feel
I never heard the calling in the night
And when all my sins
Have left me stranded in the wind
I, and I alone will walk the night

Empty words fall silently
Too late now as they're said
Would you hear them when you laid
That barrell to your head ?
Without the brilliance of you here
No shadows of a doubt
To cloud the days we'd once shared
And things we lived without
But all those dreams
Have been drowned out by the screams
Echoing from somewhere in the night
I was always by your side
So will you return to guide
When it's time for me to walk the night ?"

This time I will leave it up for everyone who thinks they're having a bad day and it's the easy way out. Suicide is still the most selfish act ever. If you don't care for my thoughts or opinions, hellboy/ tripping or whatever name you're going by at the moment when you're not starting trouble, sending out pics of your manhood or trying to get under my skin for reasons unknown,
FUCK YOU, TOO !
CK

THANK YOU

Actually, that poem was a metaphor for how life is. You go through life and shit happens that you don't expect then you die. It was actually kinda written to my friend. The ending is about death, kinda like at least they got to say good-bye.