Dear Drivers

I don’t know about you guys but I really hate people who don’t know how to drive. They never know where they’re going and end up cutting me off, or they never use a blinker then get pissed at me for “almost hitting them.” So I wrote a little poem for those people.

Dear Drivers,

The little nob on the left

That goes up and down

Exists for you to not make

Other drivers frown

 

Push it down to signal left

Up to turn right

If you don’t start using it

We’re gonna have a fight

 

When it’s raining or there’s fog

You need your lights on

Night or day it doesn’t matter

It keeps the traffic strong

 

The light is not for you to see

In the cloudy day

I can’t see your dumbass car

With all the water spray

 

There’s lots of things that drivers do

That make me upset

Like speeding past my 75

Or going slow when it is wet

 

You’re not the only one on the road

I am here as well

With all of your bad driving

You’re going straight to hell

Poetry Time!

The first Writing Day couldn’t start any different than with a piece or two of my own writing. My poems to be exact. Don’t worry if you’re not a huge poetry fan, Poetry time will only happen once a month or so. But to start, the next few poems are a bit depressing (how else do I introduce myself) and about someone that I really like but know he doesn’t feel the same.

One-Sided

Will you ever love me?

Am I on your mind?

Do you dream

sweet dreams

of me?

Do you care to know me?

Am I a skip in your heart?

Do you catch

your breath

around me?

Will you ever see me

the way I see you now?

Do you know

I dream

of you?

Will I ever hear you say

the words I care so much for?

Three tiny words.

I love

you.

You will never repeat me.

This I am aware of.

You don’t see me

like I

do you.

No More

Your pain hurts me

I need to see

you be

the happy

guy who holds the key

to keep

eyes clean

from veins that bleed

and breathe

air free

of disease.

Give us dreary

thoughts of dreams

that turn to screams

and hold fury

and gory

undesirable controversy.

It is not me

but we,

us and he.

You are in need

of happiness and glory.

I’m here to be

the key

to set your smile free.

Thanks for reading guys!