There were the mornings I forgot to love him
I don’t know why
Maybe fall just wasn’t my season
You see, my mind wandered off somewhere
Between the hot nights
And the lonely sheet stained mornings
Still, I always enjoyed being his rush hour girl
The hit and run, the passing cars
And hasn’t excitement always been my alarm
I passed the sun stumbling home in the morning
I was just over there on his lap
Don’t ask me why I’m crying –maybe love is just like falling
And I needed to know if he was ready to pay the ticket
Driving as recklessly as we were
And if he knew no one would feel sorry, when we crashed
Then I saw the road ahead was only painted on a wall
Rush hour wasn’t the same when the car was stalled
Author notes
Written September 24th, 2005
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Wonderful
This is excellent. A compelling title matched with lovely words...Glad I stopped to give it a read. Larkin -
oh my god, wicked cool poem. Being addicted to that rush is dangerous, but that's half the rush and you got it perfectly, awesome.
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this made me say "whoa~" This is cool. I can sympathize with the feelings of worthlessness, being used. Not going anywhere. Something about this poem is intangible.
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this was well written, im not used to this type of poetry it kinda threw me back at first, i didnt understand it completely however i see it all clearly now! great work! jo
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I like to see poetry used this way-to work through a difficult experience. I am pleased that you wrestled with this and put it in a form that others could share with you.
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Anna Nalick, actually yes I do like the 2Am song. Not surprised you ask -I considered that right before I posted. I hope it doesn't seem I couldn't come up with a better line there when I said Fall was not my season, of course it wouldn't have been a problem, but I meant that a level much more personal to my own feelings on the season so decided it was important to me to keep it...
~Amy
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Nice work
Gorgeous use of metaphor to make a really powerful story. Feels almost adolescent in the emotion, as most people regard adolescents as being melodramatic, yet this has a sense of realism too. -
i really like this. i cant help but ask though, are you a fan of anna nalick?
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ohh , this is so brilliantly written, loved it and how you expressed it i have somethign a little like it myself allpoetry.com/Poem/1414965 , im sure you will understand , again a really brilliant write
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Very nice poem liked it allot,keep the penn a flowing
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Cretive writing here - enjoyed reading the metaphors. Where can one fit in time for love?
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good poem. you used metaphor very well in writing it. glad i was able to read it.
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You always understand me ET
I was afraid it would not be so clear...
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excellent!
Beautiful example of using metaphors to express something meaningful. "maybe fall just wasn't my season"...Now there's a great line that demonstrates a shrugging of shoulders while working though the "what is". Great write. -
Yeah...I get this one. My heart feels flattened against a wall on many days/nights. Pushed away and pulled in all at the same time. Loved without being told, held without the hold. What a fate to love like thios. But my love is real, so all I have to do is love and wait...and write hoping my soul makes sense on paper. Rush hour. Take me as I am.
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