Where is the bright blue semi that left,1
My father dead,2
My sister dying,3
Me standing, bathed in blood,4
Horse pajamas flaring,5
Still too young to swallow cocktails6
Still too young to care.7
Hit and Run8
Hit and Run9
Sent our rover spinning,10
Cotton candy-style into the spindle of sharp, 11
Onyx,12
Woods13
Mad at the world.14
Baseball cap.15
Mad world--open arms to alcohol.16
My blood--their blood,17
I was thrown.18
Four. Seven. Twenty Nine.19
And then,20
Another car,21
Spiraling down the lane of ice and tar,22
Saw me.23
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Hit and run, hit and run.26
Man in green shorts took my hand,27
Lead me to his mini-van,28
Promised me ice-cream and pipe-dreams29
And told me not to cry.30
His mellow voice candy-coated by years31
Of being father, mother, sugar-daddy.32
So much blood...33
And my sister,34
Tangled35
In twisted metal, Shattered glass, cardboard-vinyl flames.36
By the voices she awoken,37
And reached for me,38
Before she realized she was broken.39
An angel40
an angel41
An angel in the sky...42
Too afraid to cry.43
And the man with the tattooed hands,44
And me inside his minivan,45
Slid across the asphalt road,46
Comforting me with his pastry-poison words.47
We passed the driver of the blue semi,48
Cherry-top49
Bottoms-up50
Baseball-cap-capsized into flaming, tangled51
Carton to the sky.52
Curled fingers on the buttons,53
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He spoke to me.55
I didn't listen.56
I did not know this man, with the tattooed hands,57
And I58
Screamed59
Cowered 60
Struggled61
Scratched62
Threw back the juice-box,63
The candy,64
The Samurai Sword of his tongue65
The electricity of his lips66
And when the cops and stretchers came,67
And carried away the inanimate, marionette,68
Black bags,69
Blue lights,70
White arms71
Hold me tight.72
Moments, magic, years have passed.73
"Why won't you stop screaming?"74
The angel asks,75
In her blazing coronet.76
The blood diffuses,77
I smile and say,78
"Because I'm not with you yet."79
My father dead,2
My sister dying,3
Me standing, bathed in blood,4
Horse pajamas flaring,5
Still too young to swallow cocktails6
Still too young to care.7
Hit and Run8
Hit and Run9
Sent our rover spinning,10
Cotton candy-style into the spindle of sharp, 11
Onyx,12
Woods13
Mad at the world.14
Baseball cap.15
Mad world--open arms to alcohol.16
My blood--their blood,17
I was thrown.18
Four. Seven. Twenty Nine.19
And then,20
Another car,21
Spiraling down the lane of ice and tar,22
Saw me.23
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91125
Hit and run, hit and run.26
Man in green shorts took my hand,27
Lead me to his mini-van,28
Promised me ice-cream and pipe-dreams29
And told me not to cry.30
His mellow voice candy-coated by years31
Of being father, mother, sugar-daddy.32
So much blood...33
And my sister,34
Tangled35
In twisted metal, Shattered glass, cardboard-vinyl flames.36
By the voices she awoken,37
And reached for me,38
Before she realized she was broken.39
An angel40
an angel41
An angel in the sky...42
Too afraid to cry.43
And the man with the tattooed hands,44
And me inside his minivan,45
Slid across the asphalt road,46
Comforting me with his pastry-poison words.47
We passed the driver of the blue semi,48
Cherry-top49
Bottoms-up50
Baseball-cap-capsized into flaming, tangled51
Carton to the sky.52
Curled fingers on the buttons,53
9-1-154
He spoke to me.55
I didn't listen.56
I did not know this man, with the tattooed hands,57
And I58
Screamed59
Cowered 60
Struggled61
Scratched62
Threw back the juice-box,63
The candy,64
The Samurai Sword of his tongue65
The electricity of his lips66
And when the cops and stretchers came,67
And carried away the inanimate, marionette,68
Black bags,69
Blue lights,70
White arms71
Hold me tight.72
Moments, magic, years have passed.73
"Why won't you stop screaming?"74
The angel asks,75
In her blazing coronet.76
The blood diffuses,77
I smile and say,78
"Because I'm not with you yet."79
Author notes
I don't know why, but I felt like doing a series of poetry written by girls on the walls of their asylum room. Creepy thought, yes, but I thought it would fit in with my novel. I just woke up with this poem in my head and it evolved into a good idea.
What did you think?
Comments
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Wow. I loved this, absolutely loved it. I really liked how it was... tangled? I think that word could fit. It was really really original, a bit creepy, and fantastically wonderful at the same time. Your imagery was magnificent. Excellent job! Keep writing!!
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Touching
Its purposefully disjointed, yet tied togeather by the repeated phrases... hauntingly beautiful. Good Work. -
cool
nuts but i really really liked that! awesome!

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WOW WOW WOW! I loved this! Forget the long and meaningless comment: I just freaking loved how original and great this poem is!
Go daughter! Keep on writing more! They're amazing! 
~*Princess*~

