Poetry Blogs (car)

You can say that I'm a little out of touch
I fell down but I can't climb back up
None of my friends give a fuck
I guess I'm shit out of luck.

If I'm not feeling blue I dont feel much
I know they'll tell me to suck it up
Moving on is just hard as fuck
I'm tired of being down on my luck.

Its like holding in the clutch
I press the gas but just rev up
Going nowhere fast my motor is fucked
I...

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My frustration never ends

It butts in like a question

And Tuesdays are so blind

To my hopeless, heedless mind

I want to fall 

Into your endless, open

Wall of discomfort

Front seat never looked inviting

But I enjoyed the thought

Of sitting there anyway

I don't want to stand in front

I wanna catch it on fire

From below

There's no show I want to see

Or be I j...

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Veering through Northern valleys
Nocturnal nomad chasing lights
Squinting through misty glass at
Solitude
Rural black
Hills rising raucously
Perfidious silhouettes whispering
Shadows looming
GPS. Reroute. M1. 
Settings were fucked - avoid motorways? 
No wonder

Back to the linear path
Diving towards the sprawling metropolis
Hours to go.
Adjusting frequencies -
The Wind Cries Mary.
I...

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Who's driving this car!

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Going down the emotional road

no one at the wheel

Not a good deal

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Looking back and wishing I could

grab control

Take us where we want to go

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Instead two children 

fighting in the back seat

When will we get there!

we scream

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No grown up around

Minds confused

Tempers real

Tires squeal 

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Going too fas...

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"You'll be safe, I promise", reassured his mum.

“But its not you who’ll end up sat on your bum!”

A conversation they’d had most every week

but it didn’t make his knees feel any less weak.

“Now come along, Harry, stop messing about,

go finish your homework whilst I clean up this house.

The show doesn’t start till the end of the week

and all this chatter is making me Squeak...

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oil swirling 

dancing and in hand

with dirty water

ripple down the street

a screeching tire

splashing and skids

on the empty, black road

disturbing dance

the engine pumped faster, the gray sky smiled in turn

the tire hopped a curb, then flew from the ground

the tire clashed with the earth

mud splattered the clean paint

the car rushes to gain an in...

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This traveler was out of luck

The other car oh it was struck

She said it was my fault

Her I wanted to assault

But my thought YOU YOURSELF CAN GO FU**

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John was killed on the motorway today

His wife was taking the kids to school

She had waved him goodbye that morning

Death came later, without any warning

They had a tentative arrangement for lunch

So they’d left their options open

And later, so the reporter said on the evening news

No other words were spoken

A boy racer cut him up so they foolishly de...

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FORD ESCORT

My old Escort is a wreck on wheels,

there’s more rust than paint, the tyres are bald

and the door lock’s knackered

but I have so much pride in my ancient car.

It came into being in 1984, at the height of the 80s

when XR3’s were king and Ford ruled the road.

Every morning it starts at first turn of the key

in a cloud of blue smoke fro...

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Tiger! Tiger! Taking flight
In the woods at dead of night,
With Elin's fearsome hand and eye
Fixed on your rear end rushing by?

In what distant barmaid thighs
Burnt the fire of your eyes?
On what bed did you perspire?
What the kiss did light your fire?

And what temptress, & what tart.
Did twist the sinews of your heart?
And when your heart began to beat,
What transgression? what rude treat?

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