Unpaved pitch black
Torturous and twisting
Glaring at a rustic sign
Unrecognizable and foreign
A lump in my throat

Cracked rear view mirror
Pieces of a faded sunset
Reflect a wrong direction
No map to point us South
Toward a new life, new route

Passing up Evergreen Cafe
Sipping on luke warm French Vanilla
Clenching to my hand
Whispering fear next to me
Grasping onto hope like a flask

I slip a quarter in the jukebox
My lips moving to a song
Forgotten in the tattered backseat
A memory that makes me yearn
For heat, flesh and forgiveness

Locked in the friend zone
Secrets guarded with a flag
Minimal and discrete conversation
Continually crossing borders
Stations only turned twice

Silence embraces then suffocates
Greener pastures a mirage
Our defenses are stone walls
Covered with heavy sighs
My hand crosses the fine line

Stuck at a broken light
Struck by the moving sensation
Trying to hide the risen tension
As she stares at my flush face
Urges from her leap forward

Unsure if he will yield
to the congestion of emotion
My smile a signal or a hazard
Time for me to shift gears
And fuel his lost passion

In the midst of driving
Unthinkable and unforgettable
Lips surrounded
Lighting a fire
Masterful tongue

The windows fogged
With curvaceous temptation
Our journey begins anew
A landscape drawn and devoured
In flashes of passing lights

Barriers removed
No caution tape around
Wanted and needed
Slipping into her palm
Astonished and amazed


Braeden – Non Italics

Amberangst – Italics

Check out Whiskey Tales and Spells if you haven’t! This was really fun to collaborate with her!

I turned to my side

I opened up my bumble bee eyes

I flew out of bed with so much joy

I am Blair the bumble bee boy

I’m anxious to take a bath

I’m excited to learn some math

I’m buzzing to learn the ABC’s

I’m delighted to learn some history

There are so many subjects I need to know

I want to make sure my vocabulary grows

I want to sting in all of this information

It’s important to me that I value my education

Under the blazing sun

Sheldon weighed more than 2 tons

He appeared to like the heat

He loved the dirt on his feet

He seemed to be afraid of being wet

Liquid on his body he did not get

He saw others playing in the pond

Tamara, Cecil, Wilma and John

They waved and invited him in

Sheldon shook his head no

“I don’t want to swim”

He ignored them and refused to play

Many didn’t know what to say

Under Cecil’s breath the words rolled

off his tongue

“What hippopotamus doesn’t love water

in this brutal sun?”

“He is one preposterous hippopotamus.”

Sheldon heard this and it made him very upset

No one understood that he just didn’t want to get wet

One day Tamara sat next to Sheldon and told him she was sad

She wanted him to give it a chance and realize it’s not all that bad

Sheldon thought it through and crawled to the pond

Everyone’s eyes were on him as he sat next to John

They were all happy, excited, and elated to see Sheldon play

Cecil yelled out “Hip Hip Hooray!”

Sheldon did enjoy playing with his friends

He knew he would be in the pond again