Nice poem, I love this one. The way it is set out and the way you have worded it is great! Go you!

prolific genius pants, my eye is twitching and i cannot for the life of me get it to stop.

this sings like a song. i like it so.

you're probably one of my most favorites there ever was.

wow. my other name is grammarqueen. not.

The mind likes to wander does it not? Another good one.

Oh no you don't. You come back here this instant. I want more poems. Yes i know I'm being selfish but that's not the point.

Hehe I have this poem on me wall... that's funny. Good poem but and yes i meant it when i said get back here. I miss you already.

Cheers, Dani (gr)

your poems always conjure images so well. i like the visual look of the poem, the alternating line lengths. a bit different from your last out at night poem in that this doesnt seem to be straight out of life. If only it could be that easy to walk away from everything. I really need a roadtrip

I want to get away too. I want to one day live out of my car. That would be amazing. I want to fit my entire life in my car. That's really the only way I see that I can get away from everything and just be me, try to enjoy the silence. I could park at my job's parking lot, get my clothes washed at the laundromat nearby, shower in the sink, and eat their food. Then I would be away from it all.

Oh yeah. Poem. I get inspired in the shower (inspired to write, that is). Not all the time. Really I can only prove one incident of that. Ha.

This is a nice poem, although the emotions and point aren't...

Truth is of value no matter what root or direction it comes from/goes to.

This reflects a happening of late. I was waiting for a male friend to respond to me in a directional feeling kind of way. Pushing prodding, or being jovial didn't produce much.One day I painfully grappled with my feelings, trying to see his p.o.v. In response, I had a vision of it. A flash. It was a dark road. He was walking it alone, on the side. Back turned, toward the empty horizon. Oddity was that, cars with bright headlights were going down this seemingly desolate (like a desert highway) very often. He wouldn't look at them... YET he wasn't overly keeping his eyes fixed ahead - he simply did not need to look around. Does that make sense?

I know whenever I have wandered, I was nervous, to the point where my eyes darted everywhere, not really taking anything in, but to avoid seeing one way. Or I'd stare waiting for a sign, or object. And I needed at least an abstract destination. He didn't.

He wasn't mad, sad, confused, or else.It told me something important. I needed to say goodbye but wishing him well. While I did that would you believe the bugger finally said Hello?

We had the greatest time ever since we met 15 years ago! He has somewhat secluded himself, but had the smarts to touch base a little since that. So I will happily wait for him: he obviously is letting me tag along that crazy highway, as long as I don't walk into him or distract him from walking.

Hmm.. you've given me something to think about while i go running! thanks! :) anyway, i enjoyed reading this. i felt like i was right there with you, but like in a dream. or maybe like a movie... and i felt it. hm, how strange. well good writing! i really like the sort of sad and forlorn feeling to it. it sort of went with my morning, yah know?