Riding a Stormy Night

[Laura]

the city bus is leaving now
no time to wait -

for me.

I could raise my arms and shake like a violent rain storm
I could let my jaw drop and yell pleases to make it stop

I could.

the bench looks awfully empty
nobody left to sit and cry -

with me.

the scent of a thousand souls this wood carries
engraved letters marking names with who was here

I could spread my arms to both sides and take comfort
I could reach for my house keys and drag a line through it

I could.

but what would become of me?
an empty shell following in the footsteps of others
because I still eat from the hand that feeds

wish I could only feed myself.

the clouds are turning now
a darker shade of grey -

over me.

and I could lift my hood over my ears and shut my eyes
I could hide my hands under my sleeve

I could
but never do.

[thecrazybeautiful]

"the scent of a thousand souls this wood carries
engraved letters marking names with who was here"

I remember once I went to the park and signed my name on one of the rails on the trail. It was so long ago... I like those lines.

I like the idea there of being able to do something, but not doing it anyway. I always feel like that. I'll be mad at myself for not doing something that I really wanted to do, and could have done... And I like how it's in short little sections of one or two lines... Or that one that's three. It seems to make it easier to understand a little.

[Only Me]

wow. I love how it seems like its going to be about missing the bus but ends up being about being yourself and not following in others footsteps. The transition was wonderful. nice work.