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It's so ironic how after heartbreak, a simple everyday item turns into the things that makes you fall apart, And it doesn't take much for every little thing to remind me of you, even though you were the one who broke my heart.
Crash, bang, pop! Midnight gridlock. Red lights all around. Horns blaring with the sound of a thousand trumpets. I sit, wait, and appreciate. Perspective changes problems into opportunities.
Women die to violence, warranted by their gender the flashing headlights don't warn her of imminent death never looking in the backseat, so naive, so tender car in park, death's arms, a man's arms, steal her breath
Kind faces smiling, Nodding politely at words They don’t seem to understand, Show me pictures Showing the richness Of a faraway distant land, Multicoloured motor cars,
I know I’m blind But I still let myself drive. The only casualty will be my own. Right? I’ve gotten this far.
I have a son who is so stupid that I want to give him a slap.He wanted hushpuppies and I said "We got no time for that crap!"I'm Buford T. Justice and I'm a bubblegum machine.
Words have never sat on my tongue well Never tasted like sweet juleps in summer heat Or rolled like a Rolls Royce out of my mouth Instead caught in the cracks of the dirty pavement,
There’s a ghost in the front seat of my car She’s twelve, maybe thirteen And cries as much as I do She remains quiet against the music, or as I talk With green-gray doe eyes
Another new place; Another new road. Another new school; Another new home. Each move just the last. Pack up your clothes; Pack up your shoes. Pack up your books;
Shhhkkk,Doors open,Five teens,One child, Mom always sent one,To make sure we were being good.
They smile as they remember how they met. She laughs until her eyes are wet. He can't help but look at her face, A moment he would never erase. He's staring at her and he starts to laugh too.
It had to be a fucking honda The #1 car in townThose backseatsThose marks on meThat's where it all went down
im really rather fond of drivingof moving, while not moving muchof possessing the power to annihilatebut using it for meandering about andgoing to mcdonalds
Crusin' in the ride late one night My eyes beheld an eerie site I saw him in the rearview, pull up tight It looks like a cop might die tonight Ridin' dirty, hey you know me
Shadows of purple periodically interrupted by flashes of fluorescent yellow Innards warmed like melted caramel Riding in a car, late at night, I felt safe.
under the sober sky neither are dry. though nearby a far cry. C R R A B
First thing's first I smirk instead of smile This is who I am with #NoFilter The latter done only once in a while When I laugh by cause of my mister Fond of all that is medicinal
I wanted to feel alive. So with a CLICK the belt came off. Speeding out of control. It was an old car I was dangerous. I was careless. I made it home and smiled. exhilaration. I was lucky.
4 AM and y SAT prep book lies before me, and by now I have accomplished more than usualThe sound of cars on the highway is the only thing that separates me from silenceand my ongoing thoughts are what separate me from sleep.
The crowd is cheering Up in the stands. But they don't know the feeling Of the wheel in my hands. The tires are spinning, The people are wincing, At the terror and thrill of the crash
Potholes everywhere Taking over our city
Cars, all shapes and colors Man's wonderful achievement Everyone enjoys!
Ferrari's are red, Suby's are blue,
Pretend for a moment we don’t have cars. How different we would exist. The people who would still be here,
Vroom Vroom No not room room Vroom Vroom It's music to a grease monkeys ears vroom vroom The best part is that you make up the rest vroom vroom that can be anything vroom vroom
Over head Valves Posi-Traction rear axle Puts you in your seat
Dreams consist of the moments you experience between the setting sun and the rising starsA shining moon accompanies you in this journeyFast cars roam the streets and swarm the night High speeds..
No Pity for a Pedestrian By Irvin Eden Ortega I’m looking I’m looking I’m looking
No room Last resort Loud bang Pothole shakes the car Cracked asphalt Hot under the sun Late again Stop Find a spot Trudge to class Through green forested path
Cursing lights flood the dark, Stains of grey upon the road Twisting, Wrenching Streams Slip Slowly, slickly, down the damp hills hidden behind the curve of my left shoulder ----suntanned, scarred----
We drove through the evening blueness at a rapid pace, streetlights and buildings blurring to join the smear of stars. The moon was a sliver, the smirk of a watchful stranger given to those who glance uneasily his way.
Tender gasoline coats the meadow – You look half dead half the time, dear. Children dream of willow fires and – Why don’t you pick the car up, dear? Violent burns open you up from below –
(Cars run all over the world. Running from coast to coast, Running fast like a cheetah in the wild.
I want a car I want a car so bad. I want to drive. I want a car. The wind in my hair Cool nights. Blasting music Subs in the trunk. I want a car.