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    dots Submission Name: The Highwaydots

    Author: Jester_Gesture
    ASL Info:    23/f
    Elite Ratio:    3.41 - 365/459/201
    Words: 378
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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    dotsThe Highwaydots

    In November, potholes freeze in the asphalt.
    My car no longer shifts into first or third.
    The passenger seat has been empty since summer.
    Fighting sleep, I drive like memory,
    swear, and laugh into the steering wheel.
    One year ago, livid and spirited, I strove
    for this enigmatic life of the
    righteous. I could have been
    the saint everyone assumes I am.
    I stood myself apart for a while,
    staring in at what would alter.
    My heart would have been a vixen, still.
    I gave up the fight for the robe and crown.
    I'm so unsaintly now
    I wish someone would say,
    "Get thee to a nunnery."
    If anything, it would make me smile.

    And so it ended, as all things end.
    I contemplate, driving home on East Valley Highway,
    which in the starts and stops becomes
    its own beginning.
    I am not who I would have become.
    But I cherish what replaced that life:
    anguish, rage, deception, rage,
    and a love I cannot fathom or refuse.
    Oh, and did I mention rage?
    A downward aiming hurricane of emotions,
    striking at the earth with all its power,
    merciless and consumptive.
    My brakes have developed a squeal.

    The highway is a crooked line.
    I race it wearily in the morning, with light
    filtering through the gray November sky.
    And afternoons I tumble along
    with the sunset obliterating sight,
    as it does so early these days.
    I grin at my fogged windshield.
    Happy girls like sunrises, sugary sweet,
    "It's like a beautiful beginning. Sunsets are so
    sad. They always end."

    I've never been happy.
    And I can't be the saint they search for.
    But even with this mouth full of darkness,
    I can say without hesitation
    that a sunset is infinitely better than
    any beginning. A sunrise
    turns into a daytime, a blue sky,
    it conforms to the mediocre shades of day.
    But a sunset,
    while solitarily beautiful
    leads into something infinitely infinite.
    That black and blue bruised skin of night,
    scarred with hopeful diamonds.

    So I drive away from the rise,
    in falling for you, in downward spirals,
    with my hands tight at the wheel
    and my lips cursing fervently.
    I head into what's setting, which
    begins all things lovely in its ending.

    Submitted on 2007-11-20 01:00:13     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      I am sorry they were lost. I did enjoy the way you never came out and said it though
    | Posted on 2007-11-20 00:00:00 | by PoetryQueen | [ Reply to This ]
      hey hi that was a good write lots of images put together and all in day to day life

    very good
    | Posted on 2007-11-20 00:00:00 | by sandman | [ Reply to This ]

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