My Lips Fall Silent

Composed 1/11/16
Description: A very journalistic entry today. School begins tomorrow, but I feel as if the odds are not in my favor… 

my lips fall silent as
the worries bubble up
they dance on my tongue but must be swallowed
so they clog my throat and
my lips fall silent as I choke
on the thought of fresh snowflakes
falling on the morning drive
over ice
piling up and white and high
and if I live I am thrown into
unknown setups and time consumers
hours of work and broken pencils, stubbed erasers,
vague directions, and yearning, printers whirring
worthy learning but new and the drive and
my lips fall silent because
they stole me out of my comfort zone so
I am forced to roam in the cold and snow
while suffering from an ill-timed sickness
that bleeds me dry more swiftly than my mind
buzzing with thoughts that slide like the ice of
which I fret and stutter like my Internet
and are covered, muted by frigid white
that bites like change and money spent
on endless papers and graded judgement and
my lips fall silent

so many thoughts
where will they land?
I guess on the page
that’s the only place they can

While Driving

Composed 12/21/15
Description: For today’s Daily Prompt: Share the story of a time you felt unsafe.

Trusting I put my life in
Your hand but you grab
Not the wheel but your
Lover your cocaine your
Ever present addictions
If you fail to value your
Own life can you not set
Aside pleasure for mine
When eyes       flit away
I fear hit distrust dislike

The Only Thrill

Composed 7/11/15
Description: n/a

He tore by in yellow streaks of flame
The Gs pulling hard like a hurricane
In the wind he hears his fans calling his name
The price and prize of luck, money, and fame

Life is fast
When your life is rich
When you cruise on by
And your fingers loose the twitch
You want it
You will it
That need to survive
Cause life is too easy
And the price isn’t high

When you take turns at seventy five
Your heart beats to live or it beats to die
You hope your truth grips and your lies slide by
Cause if you fly into the street you won’t make it alive

And that’s the truth
When you have it all
The only thrill
Is the chance to fall

The Journey Back

Composed 2/16/15
Description: Writing 201: Day 2. The Challenge: a journey theme in limerick form with alliteration.

Today’s poem was inspired by my snowy commute (to and from) work. Not sure I succeeded much with alliteration, but I had to change my rhyming choices so much, I didn’t much care to make more of an alliterative effort afterwards! 

Light flakes heaped soon into domes
As I nervously drove through the foam
I’d let out a breath
When the brush of my death
Occurred one minute from home

Drive By

Composed 11/14/14
Description: A little something written while driving home yesterday.

So many people huddled in their homes
Clicking on their lights
Heating up their dinner
Chatting with a friend
Living their stories

And they’re just houses passing by
And you’re just a car passing by

Single with a Car

Composed 9/2/13
Description: Simply, this was my night. My roommate’s boyfriend is in town (without a car), and his friend was busy so I picked him up. Then I had to (eventually) drive him home. I ended up writing this in an attempt to stay awake while I waited for them to finish visiting. Figures, as soon as it’s done, they’re ready to leave.

Leaning on the edge of madness
that comes from exhaustion
and the prohibition of sleep
Listening to the silence
that comes from lovers staying private
deafening to the mind of the lonely
and impossible to break
though you suffer
because doing so makes you
(not the time, not the rules)
the villain
But how can a villain not arise
when tortured
with consciousness
and listening
and knowing?
And then having to drive
The tormentor home?