dontforgetme9

"At least mom can sleep
          	While I crack my knuckles
          	And drown in my emotions
          	
          	At least mom can sleep
          	While I silently whimper through my struggles
          	And praying nobody hears the explosions
          	
          	At least mom can sleep
          	On a night destened for puddles
          	Of salty tears, my own oceans"
          	
          	Random poem

dontforgetme9

"My heart synced with the thundering engine. Heat raced through the cabin, crowds screamed for my opponent, everything was barely audible due to my cars roar. 
          
          I didnt care. The only thing on my mind was being the fastest without going over 4.35 seconds. 4.35 seconds until my final waltz. 4.35 seconds until my carreer is over. 4.35 seconds to beat the car in the right lane. 4.35 seconds before I'm home with my husband and kids. 4.35 seconds. 
          
          My heart with the engine rang my ear drums. The lights, the people, the smell of gas and burnt rubber, the announcer making the worst yet beat jokes, every little detail. This two lane race way is my home. It always will be. Whether I'm off in the Bahamas with my mother or flying to Korea with my husband. I will always love this race track. 
          
          4.35 seconds. Thunder of my engine.
          
          The top yellow lighta flash on. Then the second, third, my foot presses on the gas but I dont move. Fourth, Fith, then the moment I've waited for. The green light flashes on and I'm off. 
          
          4.35 seconds. Thunder. Everything becomes a blur with 113.62 miles per hour. 
          
          I won."

dontforgetme9

Cucumber sandwiches
          
          "I wish she looked at me how she looks at cucumber sandwiches. But I'm nothing like them. She admires the cool crips crunch of the vegetable, soft cloudy bread surrounding the harsh sound, she admires the freezing ooze the comes out with every bite. I'm too thick to be a cucumber sandwich. I'm not cold, my heart is warm with passion. I know she will never choose me when it comes time, yet, I still have the slightest bit of hope that she will. I wish she looked at me how she looks at cucumber sandwiches.."