Shall I Compare Thee to an Idiot!? by Landon Grove

Landon Grove

Shall I Compare Thee To An Idiot!?

Why can you not drive in your own lane?
Move it, buddy. You moron!
You cause everyone in traffic great pain.
I wish you would fly off the road and be gone!
Sometimes you merge right
Without using your light.
Why did you take I-95?
These massive trucks are awful enough.
I’m lucky to be alive!
My exit is finally here; I can lose this jerk!
My day has been terrible since I got up for work.
Oh no! Why? Why? How can it be?
You’re taking the same exit as me!

I Dream of a Head-On Collision by Anonymous

Anonymous

I Dream of a Head-On Collision

I dream of a head-on collision.
That moment when you cross the yellow line.
The rumble strip isn’t enough thrill anymore.
I debate which vehicle is worth my time.

I desire the unfortunate death.
To hear people claim I went before my time.
To look down on strangers at my funeral.
To hear the cliché condolences that rhyme.

I ponder which vehicle will pain me the most.
I hope my father hears of my crash.
I want him to know something tortured me more than him.
I wonder if the pain will trump that of my past.

I consider which automobile reminds me of adolescence.
That will be the one I hit.
Those years were a car accident in themselves.
An unaccompanied journey in a tunnel unlit.

I contemplate other ways to die.
Too vain to inflict pain upon myself, unlike you.
Too subtle to hang myself, though,
Who I’d address the suicide note to, I knew.

I focus on the present.
My discomfort around men, my mistrust for mankind,
I owe it all to you.
I’ll show my gratefulness in due time.

I reminisce on all my achievements in life.
Never were you there.
Not for honor roll, graduation, college,
Because never did you care.

If you could only see how I’m driving right now,
You’d wonder how I ever got my license.
You weren’t there for that achievement either.
You missed all my big events.

Who am I kidding? Mom isn’t that great either.
She steals every cent I have.
She neglects me for the daughter she did want.
I just look at life and laugh.

When she hears about my death,
She’ll pretend she loved me true.
But she’ll ridicule me afterwards
And sell all my belongings too.

So, mom, here’s to you.
I’m doing 70 on the back roads, but it’s not fast enough.
I know without my income, now,
It’s going to make things tough.

And if and when you read this, you’ll deny every word.
Your compulsive lies are truly one of a kind.
I can’t wait to look down on you, as you cry for the media
And take the credit for my brilliant mind.

All this suffering you two have put me through, and still it’s not enough.
I need to fill this emotional void with something far worse.
I shall let this speeding, moving-van determine my fate,
For something more detrimental than you must put me in a hearse.

I yearn for that tragedy to strike upon my life.
I reach 90 by the upcoming curve.
Then I focus on my friends and my independent success.
I approach the truck at 122, and I swerve.
Because I swear, that’s a fate that only those two deserve.

My Heaven by Lauren McGill

Lauren McGill

My Heaven

It’s midnight, and I fight to stay awake just to watch you sleep
My life is now filled with unbelievable beauty
My life is now filled with you
I must not wake you, but I want to hold you tight in my arms

I am in awe of you
The way your hand rests softly upon your pale cheek
The way your chest rises and falls with each breath you take
You are a miracle

I listen to the melodious sound of your heart beating
Now I can imagine loving someone unconditionally
Now I can imagine a future with you
You are my child, my world, my heaven

Free by Shannon McCullough

Shannon McCullough

Free

Four, it’s easy enough—
Piggybacks and enormous hands
And a mother’s comforting touch.
Outwardly, one could understand.

Fourteen, big hair, and L’Oreal lashes,
Wondering aimlessly around the mall,
Searching for love, but loneliness attaches.
Darkness begins to fall.

Twenty-four, a merry-go-round thrill,
Staring at these tiny faces; they are counting on me to win.
Insecure, relying on my own will,
Hearing the silent screams arise again!

Thirty-four, haunting recollections,
Numb, still, intense dire straits.
Hit my knees! Make a wise decision!
Tangling with hate!

Fresh air, new eyes—forty plus!
Thank you, God, for believing in me!
Walking tall, using your crutch,
You have set me free!

A Tortured Soul by Stephanie Eberly

Stephanie Eberly

A Tortured Soul

She stands alone,
Abandoned in a sea of doubt.
She crouches,
Facing the waves that mercilessly beat her.
Her foundation crumbles as time tears it away.
She is nothing but a shell of her former self,
Left to face the ghosts of her past.
She stands motionless.
A monument to all that was and all that is.

She is like an abandoned castle,
Left to face Mother Nature alone,
Majestic, yet slowly caving in,
Surrounded, but alone in its shell.
The halls that were once filled with people
Now stretch out in an empty expanse.
The rooms that were once richly adorned
Now contain mold and spider webs as decoration.
The walls snap and crack as wave after wave crashes.
The concrete foundation begins to wear away.
There is no worker to repair damages.

There is no caretaker to remove the weeds.
The castle is alone,
Surrounded by the timeless air of past events.
History imbedded into the structure,
Broken walls, and shattered relics
Are all that remain of the former glory.
Only time will tell how the days will end,
As the ocean fiercely erodes
The cliff where the structure stands.

But one thing is certain,
History cannot be undone.
Like an ancient castle clutching a lonely cliff,
She is an anachronistic monument,
Evidence of past choices, past mistakes,
Of things that cannot be forgotten.

What’s done is done.

Just One More Time by Dana Sterner

Dana Sterner

Just One More Time

It’s been a lonely road—away from you
Things I’ve done—things I’ve seen
I’ve often thought of you
I miss you now more than before
I miss the things you once hoped for
What I’d give—just one more time
To see you smile
To know you’re proud of what I’ve done
To know the struggles I’ve overcome
Thoughts of you carried me through
The lonely times away from you
What I’d give
To hear your voice, to listen close
The things we’ve missed—we’ll never know
What would have been if you were here
Talking together through the years
The countless joys they’ll never show
What I’d give
To share with you just like before
Time claimed you in your younger years
But in my sorrow I have grown
And thank you now—for what is clear
What you gave I’ll always have
But what I’d give—just one more time
Just one more time—to have you here