i'm on my way
past the seven story buildings
wrapped up in the cold,
and now the car is muffled
like the sound of a shotgun,
like the sound of someone
cracking
against the ground.
and
i'm going against the wind,
and it seems
that every part of me
is caught in the rain
and i know
that you'll be coughing up
whatever bullshit you want
to tell me today,
and you'll make it harder
and harder
to steer away
from the storm.
the roads are wet,
but i can't let
my days disappear
into the dark,
(if only
it were that easy),
so i'll hold the wheel
tight and hope it never
let's go,
think about all the days
when it wasn't
so wet and cold
everywhere i touched,
especially you.
i never thought
it'd end this way,
me on the highway,
interstate 15, out on my way
to nowhere,
leaving the sky crazy
without me,
but i dont care
about the the way the clouds
roar at me,
not anymore.
Author notes
why?
- a much much angrier version of tori amos' "a sorta fairytale"
i used to live out there where she spoke about, so freeway 15 and 5, and ventura blvd, and all that.
A contest entry
- Contest- Symbiosis by g r e y i s m.
875 points, ended December 20, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I think this captures the feel of the song well, and it's not too bad either. I also think that if it had a little more work, it'd be that much better.
Note: In the stanza before the last, "let's" should be "lets" in the line "hope it never
let's go".
Thanks for entering,
Lea
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I'm glad you're writing again. Or at least posting your writing.
I swear to god, I will sit on your damn feet and take your wrists hostage. Can't go anywhere without your feet or your wrists.
As for those who cough up the bullshit, fuck them, darling, we need you more. I need you more.
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