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I was a few minutes away from 
rattled old bus
dropping me off, and in a
close proximity to where I stood
when waiting for my old school bus.
Those long ago days don't seem so long away now.
I can still make out the figure of the girl I was,
waiting there in the heat,
or the sun.
Stupid bus was always late.
Sometimes the weather would turn vicious and nasty,
I'd forget to bring a jacket with me.
I'd land in my seat at school soaking wet.

Bus doesn't travel this way anymore.
Not enough kids left in the area,  I guess.

Down the road from that particular corner lies
a place where we'd sneak away.
We'd meet at midnight to
share stories about boyfriends,
smoke our mom's cigarettes,
laugh when we said we didn't inhale.
I miss her now, since she's been gone.
The neighborhood will never be the same.

I sure wish Mr. Steele down the block was still alive.
He had the most impressive train set I'd ever seen.
The tracks snaked on for miles, along his trestle tables.
Something on the track was always diverting the cars,
forcing him to cuss uncontrollably,
after all, do I have any idea how
much those cars cost?

Yes, home is another hill away, and lifetimes ago.
I wonder if anyone will recognize me,
since I cut my hair.

Just as well,
wouldn't want half the folks
in town to
even know I'm still alive.

Author notes

I'm sorry this entry is late. I felt obligated to finish it nevertheless.
For what it's worth, enjoy.
HJ

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  • Lost Vampyre Angel
    November 5, 2008

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    this is very strange and original, I Like your layout I think it adds a sense of power to the poem. good luck and welcome to ap!
    all my love.

    Brienna
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  • Blueskywonder
    November 4, 2008

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    A strange journey into your past which has sadly changed. You added quite alot of detail to this piece reflecting upon how much everything has changed. The small town community which you are no longer part of has been passed down a generation... attitudes have probably stayed the same. A good write!

    Thank-you by the way for your kind words


  • hardluck
    October 30, 2008

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    Hi,

    I would just like to wish you the best of luck
    in the contest. Hope you get your post on today.


  • LionessK
    October 20, 2008

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    welcome to allpoetry

    Hello! I just wanted to remind you this contest will end on October 31st.
    I hope to read your words soon...


  • raspberry Greeters member
    September 30, 2008

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    Yes ofcourse, you'll have a place. there is no need to reserve entries here, as the contest lasts for one full month

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