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Car rides
where the mind moves but the body doesn't
and still I arrive at point b
coming from point a
on my way to point c
thinking life is a ride
is a mistake because machines
can be hijacked leaving you
a hopeless backseat passenger
of the one thing you most want to affect
keep on driving but miss all the sights
blur all the lights till they run
together into lines of life
you're rushing past the roses
Car rides are enjoyable
and so is running
but life is not placed on a racetrack
so there are times when plugging your ears
and strolling away until the yelling can't be heard
is the one thing that might help you
from breaking down
from overheating
you are not a car
but the metaphor is implicit
where the mind moves but the body doesn't
and still I arrive at point b
coming from point a
on my way to point c
thinking life is a ride
is a mistake because machines
can be hijacked leaving you
a hopeless backseat passenger
of the one thing you most want to affect
keep on driving but miss all the sights
blur all the lights till they run
together into lines of life
you're rushing past the roses
Car rides are enjoyable
and so is running
but life is not placed on a racetrack
so there are times when plugging your ears
and strolling away until the yelling can't be heard
is the one thing that might help you
from breaking down
from overheating
you are not a car
but the metaphor is implicit
Literature
Never Be You
I wandered down your old street today. I was taking a detour, never meant to stumble that way. But there I was, on the street where I met you, by the house you used to occupy. I could almost hear the sounds of your son and I racing through the puddles in the pouring rain. Just to the next light pole... His laughter echoed like a ghost through my soul. Shadows of memories that still walk with me. Your daughter's smile flashed before me, and a pain like lightning thundered through my heart. My hands still remember the signs I learned for her. I can still see her little fingers, telling me I'm beautiful when I smile. M-smile. That was her sign f
Literature
Don't Forget
I’m not even as half as strong
as I wish to be.
I’m not even a quarter of how clever
I’d like to be.
I’m not, I’m not, I’m not
oh so many things.
But I’m a million times better
then I was at the start,
a hundred times better
than I was ten years ago
and a fraction better than I was yesterday.
The things that defines me,
are what I’ve been creating all my life.
It’s the result of the mistakes and flaws
I’ve collected on my road
and the hope and courage
I’ve created for myself.
I’m not even a fraction
of what I wish to be
but it’s alright, I know it is.
Because as
Literature
A Feel of Deprivation
I am a human, unique and set apart,
I celebrate myself and sing myself,
And so, like everyone, I deserve my own respect.
But your disregard and contempt for my human rights have resulted in barbarous acts which have outraged me and others,
But I shall not be taken lightly,
I permit to speak at every hazard, you do not control me.
I am allowed to stage a rebellion against your tyranny and oppression.
What say you about my rights?
Stop this day and night and you shall possess the origin of all poems,
Read my poems and you will see what you’ve done.
I have the right to recognition everywhere,
Even you,
You won’t listen to
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Just because I do most of my mental writing during a car ride XD
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Trying to decide if "yelling can't be hard" is figurative language or a typo.
And can't decide whether, if it is a typo, I like it better that way or not.
And can't decide whether, if it is a typo, I like it better that way or not.