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Hey GUYS! Here is a poem I wrote dealing with a serious car wreck I was in during my senior year of High School. I wrote this for a poetry journal for my Literature class here at WKU and my professor really enjoyed it and said it reminded him of Dickinson...so here it is for you all:)
"ALIVE"
The swift jerking
squealing of black rubber
against black asphalt
fear rising,
rising, in the very base of my being
"...is this really happening? No, it cannot be..."
fear rising...then...CRACK!...A thousand sounds of everything in the world breaking,
bones...breaking
metal... breaking
friends... breaking
heart.....breaking
. . .me?
Me, rising,
rising, out of the car seat with numbness
as my beautiful red hair goes through the crystal clear glass...
SHOOTING...up...up...
up towards the grey December Ether...
Centuries pass...days, years....
flying, rising, gliding through the white grey vapor...
"...I'm going to die..." -but did not care- content in my state I flew on...
...up...then golden white...I awake...as my 10 year old self...awkward and riding my banana yellow bike.POP! Up I shoot over a black hole as crimson flows from my youthful face...
"What a strange dream... 18 and dying in a car..."
I awake...
greyish white, with hints a blue sadness englufs me...
memory....
gone.....
Confusion, fear, mixed in a cauldron of my blood...
BLOOD....everywhere....from every orphus in my body...
feet, face, fingers, toes...blood...and numb.
memory...fading in like a distant radio station...back and forth..."OH MY GOD!" my screams fill the air and I pray they reach the heavens...
"OH MY GOD!"
I slip in....
I slip out...reality is too real....
the board Im on too stiff....
paralyzed?
dying?...dead?
then a voice...and a memory
my friend...we both fear death...I fear for him...
hands clasp...
"...it's going to be fine..."
I slip in....
I slip out...close my eyes and run through the tulips in my mind.
"ALIVE"
The swift jerking
squealing of black rubber
against black asphalt
fear rising,
rising, in the very base of my being
"...is this really happening? No, it cannot be..."
fear rising...then...CRACK!...A thousand sounds of everything in the world breaking,
bones...breaking
metal... breaking
friends... breaking
heart.....breaking
. . .me?
Me, rising,
rising, out of the car seat with numbness
as my beautiful red hair goes through the crystal clear glass...
SHOOTING...up...up...
up towards the grey December Ether...
Centuries pass...days, years....
flying, rising, gliding through the white grey vapor...
"...I'm going to die..." -but did not care- content in my state I flew on...
...up...then golden white...I awake...as my 10 year old self...awkward and riding my banana yellow bike.POP! Up I shoot over a black hole as crimson flows from my youthful face...
"What a strange dream... 18 and dying in a car..."
I awake...
greyish white, with hints a blue sadness englufs me...
memory....
gone.....
Confusion, fear, mixed in a cauldron of my blood...
BLOOD....everywhere....from every orphus in my body...
feet, face, fingers, toes...blood...and numb.
memory...fading in like a distant radio station...back and forth..."OH MY GOD!" my screams fill the air and I pray they reach the heavens...
"OH MY GOD!"
I slip in....
I slip out...reality is too real....
the board Im on too stiff....
paralyzed?
dying?...dead?
then a voice...and a memory
my friend...we both fear death...I fear for him...
hands clasp...
"...it's going to be fine..."
I slip in....
I slip out...close my eyes and run through the tulips in my mind.