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An intoxicated man hit a woman's car when he decided to drive.She didn't die when her car was struck but her son didn't survive.She couldn't even attend her son's funeral because she was hospitalized.
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When I set out I really try
to drive relaxed, not be that guy
but then some jerkwad cuts me off
and I forget words kind and soft
My hand grips tight my steering wheel
There's nothing more depressing than pigeons in the park.
Did you know that stars are most likely burnt out by the time we see their light?
Your soft lips in the light of the exit sign,
Driving, at night, in the rain The street lights invite Colors on the road Get stoned, and listen to Music on the radio You enjoy the visual show The neon lights bounce off you As you enjoy the solitude Colors of yellow and blue That you must pass
Hello Mr. mustang, please don’t text while you drive
Unless of course you are ready to die
In that case please don’t do it here
When children and innocent people are near
For not everyone is prepared for their death
You just got your first car, but to drive is something new.
Your hands are on the wheel, but they're not at 10 and 2.
You haven 't had much practice and you didn't take the test,
Who put the baby in the drivers seat
Beause I promise you I´m like 12
Why are you putting these keys in my hand
Ok I guess this is happnening
I used to have a car seat
It was blue AND pink with little flowers
A drive in the dark
holding a stick
Shifts up and down
This new thing
Fumes a Fear, Fumes a Fire
running me down at dark
Do I dare continue
with my life on the line
Words have never sat on my tongue well
Never tasted like sweet juleps in summer heat
Or rolled like a Rolls Royce out of my mouth
Instead caught in the cracks of the dirty pavement,
Five feet from the stop sign, scraped and shivering
From the streaks of air that buffeted
All the world but you.
You squatted on that plastic stool.
76 MPH down I-85.
The tires rolling underneath
make me think of a galloping horse.
For five hours, I watch the scenery change
Towering city to
Abandoned town to
Blazing tree tops.
Driving down the road at night
A deer jumps out in a fright
I stared at Death in this guise
And saw They have big doe eyes
The deer kept left and I kept right
I took a breath; I was spared that night.
driving down the highway with nothing but my sanity
barely clinging to reality
staring in my vanity chasing after clarity
Which way will you turn? Blinkers stay unlit,
One land, Two sea, None by inept driver.
Absent headed fool in traffic we sit,
Stick figure family, mocking riders.
Honor-level classes, need new glasses
Midterm crunch, all I can think about is lunch
Undecided majors, driving dangers
Drivers license test in 2 weeks, feeling meek
Not enough time in the day, losing my way
My eyes count the striped white lines
In the middle of the street.
I speed and the lines zoom by faster.
Making my eyes shake
Back
And Forth.
Unable to count anymore,
They become a solid line.
It was slow,
The crunch of the metal,
The small throbbing glow,
It made my eyes start to settle.
Most were just screaming,
Maybe it's a second
Maybe it's a teeny tiny eensy weensey little time
That you don't know where you are
Or where you're going
In a vehicle only you can stop
Capable of killing
Capable of saving
Jonathan wears red.
Jonathan was good.
He was smart and handsome.
Jonathan had bottle,
He called it a bottle of fun.
He drank it at night
He drank in the sun.
Jonathan wears red,
Are you excited to have a driver's license that can increase your freedom of movement in Alberta? If yes, then start preparing for the test as the process is not at all easy.
My dad's an alcoholic,
so naturally,
I've always been afraid of him drinking and driving.
Sources say that ever 53 minutes,
someone die from a drunk driving accident.
My dad could easily have been one.
They smile as they remember how they met.
She laughs until her eyes are wet.
He can't help but look at her face,
A moment he would never erase.
He's staring at her and he starts to laugh too.
Dear Mom,
I woke up today screaming and then realized it was just a nightmare.
I don’t know why you didn’t come to check on me but I know I will be okay.
Dear Mom,
Becoming Me,
Becoming Free,
The road is a passageway of being independent and being me.
The freedom of life is what gets me inside,
The street lights attack my eyes,
I love driving, anywhere, with anyone, at anytime.
The rush of hearing the engine roar when you have to change gears,
The conversations and secretes confessed,
Becoming Me,
Becoming Free,
The road is a passageway of being independent and being me.
The freedom of life is what gets me inside,
The street lights attack my eyes,
There is nothing quite like getting in the car while it rains.
I turn onto the interstate, and set my pace at about 70 mph.
I love the sound of each and every rain drop falling onto my car.
When the world is in its softest sleep, we are awake.
We are roaring down the highway
past city lights and nostalgic meadows.
We roll down the windows, and
a heavy petrichor fills the bitter cold air.
HAPPY PLACE
When I couldn’t find it in the bluerubber swings that had hung themselveswith a rusted noose from decade-old woodat the city park, I drove on.
im really rather fond of drivingof moving, while not moving muchof possessing the power to annihilatebut using it for meandering about andgoing to mcdonalds
The intern reminds me to sanitize,so I stick my hand under the machine, and foamdrips out. Fingers meet palms, then part.The ethanol slaughters strains of bacteria,which will reclaim my hands in a few minutes more.
You’ve always told me
that you get your best ideas
driving alone
when your weary body
slips into
your hypnotic state
when your eyes
become the headlights
that light the way
You see that girl
You see that mother down on her knees
Crying for help as she lays with that girl with her eye closed
But...you stand there..
Flying down the South-East highway,Saw some blue eyes facing my way.Push my foot down lower, lower,But my car seems to go slower.To catch those blue eyes is my goal,Yet to do so will take a toll.
It always begins the same. You slide behind a cold cold wheel. The solid black night stretches on forever. You slip trance like as the lights fly by. Each one a life with choices and consequences.
Driving is all fun and Games
until all the fun and games come to an end because of a stupid decision made by you and a friend
Shadows of purple periodically interrupted by flashes of fluorescent yellow
Innards warmed like melted caramel
Riding in a car, late at night, I felt safe.
My hands fell on morning
Hard leather, cigarettes
Tint midnight memories.
Smoldering red sun snuck
Up on me. Heartbroken
Mother draped in her gown
Waves me off. From my home
Driving away, blistering through toll gates
of expectations and societal feign traits
booming radio raids of rebellion streak
Pressing further down the road.
Pressing harder on the petal.
Racing my way-
To the thought of you.
At the end of this road,
I see me coming home.
Back to you.
Gripping the steering wheel,
--Drive Safe!
--I will!
The words are said without a thought
No meaning given to the promise
--I will!
Hands at 10 and 2
Shift to drive
Turn right toward school
--I will!
Solitude is where my comfort exists
And where I'm most blessed to be
Which is why I find myself
Driving to you
the highway rushes up to me
blends into the orange and red sidelines
my eyes stay fixated
towns pass
I do not notice
as I lose myself
miles slip by and by
I don't know how it happened
How you dissapeared
One minute here
The next
Gone
You hit the person in front of you
We all assumed you didn't do it
We made up stories
Inevitable, preventable, tragic, relieving.
His fault, her fault, their fault, YOUR fault.
Somebody's dead.
Seventy-five miles per hour.
You'd think it'd be enough.
But no, you're feeling tough,
Invincible.
One car length for every ten.
I thought we all learned it when
We were sixteen years old
I am a mere pedestrian
Doomed to live a momentary existence
Leaving your cerebrum as soon as the light turns
Backseat dreaming,
Hands curled lazily into my lap,
Sunglasses resting on my nose,
Headphones on at half blast,
as PR News blares so loud I’m sure the car next to us can hear it.
There’s no foot room.
"A! Share the road!"
"B! Bump!"
"C! City Limit!"
"D! Detour!"
"E! Exit!"
"F! Freeway!"
"G! Gas!"
"H! Highway!"
"I! Interstate"
"J! Jen put that down!"
"K! Men at work!"
Raven,
slow down!
where you are going is not worth
your life
their life
no ones life.
slow down!
you'll get there in time
better in peace than in
p i e c e s.
Why are you going so slow?
Don't you know you're on the left side of the road?
I am trying to go fast,
Why won't you let me get past?
There are three other lanes.
Can't you see you're being a pain?
The single white dividing line beats past,
Not measuring blurred distance or rhythmic time,
But the spinning of wheels over asphalt.
Mississippi summers creep in through
Latched windows and locked doors,
Put Down the Gun
You know something completely safe
If trained and used right
Or something dangerous that might end a life
So put down the gun
You think I'm crazy
You're driving you say
Delicate is that fancy cell phone held,
that sharp bottle sits, that youthful face drives.
She thought she was invincible
19 and young
Invincible to the cops
Invincible to the shots
Invincible to a drive
That took her down a road late one night
She ran from the cops,
I had a friend, whose name was Sam
Sam was always smiling
He went driving one day, and then BAM!
The car was flying, flipping, and rolling
Sam had received a text on his phone
You say you didn't drink that much.No one tries to stop you. You take the keys and drive off. You didn't realize the light was red, you kept going. You wake up in the hospital,
I have driven many miles with you in my passenger seat
Your blue eyes shimmering in the hot sunlight
My hand rests in yours
My eyes flicker to the edge of my pink rimmed Ray Bans,
to glance at the beautiful sight
I find myself in laughterAs my breath fogs up the windowAnd I write my last wordsBefore I am send to learn moreToday is not the usual day.
I feel something warm and wet sliding down my face
I want to sit up, but I seem to be stuck in place
I've never imagined such a blinding pain
The cool ground beneath me is keeping me somewhat sane
I'm lost in this world alone.
I don't know who I am.
Where do i belong?
Do I belong in this world?
Is my past and present leading to a good future?
I really need to find my way!
Was I meant to be here?
Long day at work
It follows me home
Work is my shadow
The stress is my shadow
This is my life
Aching, screaming
Shortness of breath,
Begging, pleading
Wanting to cheat death
Bargains, promises
It will happen no more,
If only time froze
And would rewind to before.
In the darkness and the rain,My life will never be the same.The driver crossed into my lane,And for my trauma is to blame.
There's never a tomorrow until we choose to fall asleepif we seal the fate with this knife then the death will peakthe blood spills with every second wastedsitting here crying why hath death hasted
Driving the car
got a text from a friends
asking "where you at"
I look down at my phone
the next the thing I knew
I hit a boy crossing the street
OH NO HE'S Dead
Now spending 50 years in jail
Cursing lights flood the dark,
Stains of grey upon the road
Twisting, Wrenching
Streams Slip
Slowly, slickly, down the damp
hills hidden behind the curve of my left shoulder
----suntanned, scarred----
Life is dictated in Time's court
So fuck around all you want
Time will come and strip your selfishly selfless conceited joys
Gavel slammed to a sentence of eternal damnation
You to an eternity of never ending
People here, people there.
People people everywhere.
People talking nonstop now,
Leaving me out in the crowd.
People that are afraid to speak
They're like me and feel so weak.
RING! RING! Click!
A text came through
It reads "WHR R U?"
Not parked, moving motion
CRASH! SLAM! SCREECH! What's the commotion?
Three spins and a twist your wrapped around a pole
It won't happen to me, I said. That's a sad story, but it won't happen to me. I'm invincible. A teenager. My "whole life ahead of me". It won't happen to me. I'll do everything right. I promised. I won't drink and drive. I agreed.
There are some drives
Down the open flat of
The coast highway, where we had hair
Whipping against our cheeks, stinging,
As the effect never shown in pictures.
Corners of eyes,
Crinkle like parched riverbank,
Parchment paper being crushed slowly,
Arching eyes a deep,
Coffee-colored luminescence,
Which white ignites,
Reflected from the cars’ strident headlights.
They smile and they giggle
And the back is filled with bumps.
His hands on the the wheels and each
turn is smooth as silk.
It weaves a brilliant spiderweb
Through the mornings, after
school.
20 and 21
So young, without cares.
She drove too fast
He hurt too much
Unexpected...
Death- something we avoid
Something we escape
They didn't
They couldn't
Bullies
Drive people away.
Give them a ride home
And drop them off at a dead
End.
Disregard stop signs.
Pass on a double-yellow
And don't stop when they say
"When."
My heart is racing. I'm waiting for you, by the door.
You told me you'll be quick.
The time is growing longer, i'm sick. 1 hour, 2 hours, 3 hours, 4.
Where are you, my love? Why haven't you walked through my door?
Death, murder, heartache, incarceration
The very things teens attempt to avoid
Texting and driving
The very thing that can lead to it all
I'm driving on a lonely road
When the time is no closer to sunrise than the last sunset.
My headlights are overshadowed by the darkness surrounding it,
And I'm tired--
Tired of feeling no feelings,
needle's talking ninety,
meter shaking from the volume,
windows pulse and this beat--
strands whip over my eyes,
windows low and this breeze.
How can they be so completely immersed?
This “love” that barely had a chance to start,
Is sickening to the deep’st part of my heart.
Why was I doomed to have this awful curse?
I look forward to
rolling down the streets at you
in tiny plastic cars.
But Saturdays can’t come too soon
the streets are black, you won’t call back
till late afternoon
No one knows where home is.
It's not exactly where your heart is,
Where you grew up,
Or where you spend the most time.
It's where you mind wanders the most.
It's where you feel the safest
Behind every beautiful lie
And every bad Truth
Experiences arise
From severe torment
And new demons
To god's angels
And beautiful feelings
Regrets
poses threats and thoughts
