Well I'm going against my better judgement here
And telling you all of my mistakes
I'll do it on my own terms though
Because I don't want to get too close for too long
I know with each word I speak your heart breaks
So I'm pulling away with every ounce of strength I can muster
Because honesty nowadays lacks a certain shade of luster
And I'm terrified of our future together
This January air makes it too cold to catch my breath
But my lungs are burning with a sense of urgency
And I'm unable to breathe
I can't help but to speak faster, revealing all of my skeletons
But I'm drawing in closer to you
When all I want is to settle down in this backseat away from view
I'm failing at keeping my distance
Because this wasn't the way things were meant to be said
Giggling sitting behind her dad ,holding balloons to the
sky through the window and sharing the laughter with mom,
friends singing loudly with crackling voices ,throwing jibes at
each other for being sometimes stupid and crackhead,
enjoying the drive with best fluffy buddy
man has always known and loved as its own,
sitting beautifully in white looking outside the limo
wiping the tears of joy ,sad and little fear
with anticiaption of bright future ahead with her man,
reminiscing the lovely moments with her beloved family
whom she is going to miss immensely with a promise
made in her heart that she will be always there for them,
leaning on the shoulder with wounded heart in pieces,
holding on to the hope,which is all that is left,
that everything will be fine and your are let free,
but will it be ?,when my feelings have taken a backseat?
PS:written on 10/9/23 and finished on 12/9/23
Kindly share your views and opinions.i would love to know your thoughts,
Not entirely but some portion got inspired from a character in a series,though i couldnt finish it.
Folks suppose that Spinach
is Popeye's favorite food
But the Sailor Man told me
Olive Oil tastes pretty good
Tazed in Patrol Car Backseat
He was found dead in Patrol car backseat
Shot with Taser and did repeat and repeat
In total agony he surely must have been
After having been tased again and again.
All police rules this was completely against
And all about this you sort of sensed
It was not right and had gone wrong
All of their excuses were same old song.
Poor soul's life's lot had been caste
By shooters this was to be their last
Resort that they could have been taken
For his family all of this was heartbreaking.
Was example of total, utter incompetence
Of mercy should to be angels or agents
What we need to do is create an initiative
Souls be safe, sane, secure and allowed to live.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
He looks for verification to put the pieces together,
He makes an account under all types of weather,
He adds up reactions, he studies the heart,
He is continuously constructed by using his smarts,
Until one day something came along that made no sense,
For the life of him he couldn't figure it out in his head,
He ripped it apart for days and days,
But who said it had to do with his brain,
He was deceiving himself the whole entire time,
Because it had nothing to do with What went on in his mind,
He thought so much, his heart forgot how to feel,
He was way to busy always analyzing what felt real,
Compassion and forgiveness always had a reason,
Justified through self explanatory seasons,
Missing the target, fear was capturing his mind,
Keeping him away from loving his life,
The only way to free himself from the chains that bind,
Was to let reason take a backseat and let love guide his life.
with got turn on
mabe it was wrong
we was on the road
our boby has a hot load
we got in this clover
and pullover
mabe it complete
it was sex beat
\you can bet
was
BACKSEAT SEX
His yearning passion filled the backseat.
The flame flickered wildly,
They both felt the heat
When the tender bloom peaked
It’s head through the soil at the base of their feet.
The tender affection had grown to obsession,
Their relationship simply perfection.
They cherish the moments they created together
And ignore the scorn they felt grow for each other.
His inner soul urged.
“Bamboozle all oppositions”
He knew better than to attempt to listen to intuition.
The struggle in his inner soul— his lack of compassion—
Washed away the foundation of their makeshift relationship.
A handful of abomination seeped out his fingers.
The ghost of who they were would indefinitely linger.
moon illuminates
a two headed conversion
backseat excursion
arms extended fully entwined
a steamy window tonight
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Summers sweet escape lost within the confines
of it's heat.
So many stories can be confessed from the
backseat.
Parked in a place many recall the point.
Sweat and passion mix.
We all existed once as fools.
Telling stories passing a joint.
Empty beer bottles near a still warm fire.
Vision of a naked body any artist can admire.
In a place where new loves come to spark and die.
Fond memories to perfect to regret.
So why even try.
Tossed togather in new feelings something
more than comfort we did seek.
Trying to discover another side.
Taking that first peak.
Over the seat's in the middle she does rise.
For that first taste.
Hearts break young first love"s
and the bitter sweet lies.
that old point will once again be there to use.
Tales of conquests past lure
all to the backseat blues.
Providence
That’s where we were going
Just to get a tattoo
At the zenith of daybreak
We drove down early to
Get there when they opened
Easy, right?
Ho-No!
Your directions made me
Dazed and confused
I could comprehend nuclear physics
Better than your map
And when I took a wrong turn
You should have just put me on
Trial than subject me to the verbal
Barrage you spewed
You’d think Mercury was careening
Into Earth ready to make ghosts
Of us all
Could we foster a truce
Just so we could find our way
Back home again?