speed
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A whistling in the air,
powerful, thirsty, compelling one to stare.
A shift of a gear, and away he flies,
a blur in one's eyes.
A scream of power, of love unseen,
as he rushes down the mountain ravine.
Soaring through the air,
heart pounding
and beads of sweat flying from my forehead,
the screaming line above my head,
the air throwing my hair
and rushing through my clothes,
Have you ever been so cold, you could not sleep?
Have you ever been so cold, you could not eat?
Have you ever been so cold, it hurt your teeth?
I've been cold.
-PoetrybyRileyAbbott
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.
Speed
That’s who I am
Or at least who I want to be
I stand at the line
My heart racing
Waiting
Breath after breath
For the sound that will set me free
Then BANG
I neither love nor care
what they say about me
I am my own
and my own is me
I am the one who will
decide where I go
I am the one who is
traveling this road
needle's talking ninety,
meter shaking from the volume,
windows pulse and this beat--
strands whip over my eyes,
windows low and this breeze.
