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Shattered Lives in the Fast Lane


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Riding along
The scandalous road
Our cares in the air,
Our dreams to explode.

The joy of our youth
Coursing through our veins,
Our smiles shine bright,
She takes the reins.

The red car,
Flies sixty per hour.
Where did our childhood go?
It wilted like a flower.

The four of us laughing
Having the time of our lives,
We stare at each other,
We've hit our stride.

Hearts pump wildly
Into the night,
The parties beginning,
Our thrill ignites.

The sparkly parkway
Goes on like a dream.
Our cares free as birds,
Our smiles beam.

In our little red wagon
Innocence fades away.
Drinking by night,
Hung-over by day.

That one clear evening
With the music blasting,
The four of us hazy,
Our good time ever-lasting.

Driving blissfully
Through the red light,
Our lives were just beginning,
Until that one cool night.

Another vehicle
Following the law,
Coming from the left-
Was what none of us saw.

Hands turning knobs
Fingers pressing keys,
Distractions abundant,
In times such as these,

The crack of a jaw
The snap of a neck,
The impact of a crash
Our lives no longer in check.

Unconscious in the hospital
With three broken limbs,
My memories were scattered,
With the joy of our whims.

I was the survivor
Dead do to the strife.
Why me. I wondered.
Why do I deserve life




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writer3499 said...
Mar. 26, 2012 at 4:10 pm:
I completly fell inlove with this! By the end I was almost cying!! It's so true and so deep...love it
 
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PrincessSparkleStar said...
Dec. 29, 2011 at 10:57 am:
This poem is amazing! It gave me the chills, too. I really lOve the way you change the tone. Please check out my poem as well!
 
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Paigeyy said...
May 14, 2010 at 9:03 am:
Wow, I really like this. You did a fantastic job and I absolutely love the imagery you used, as well as your vivid, descriptive words.
 
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bonniex3rose This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 9, 2010 at 11:47 am:
this is absolutely amazing! your word choice is great
 
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lafufu said...
Feb. 15, 2010 at 10:25 pm:
Woah this just gave me chills. It's very well-written and presents a very emotional setting. I liked how you describe the crash especially
 
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Dad & Sheila said...
Nov. 30, 2009 at 8:37 pm:
Terrific... Deep emotion and images... Great job
 
jordyn123 replied...
Dec. 11, 2009 at 7:21 am :
this is great poem! good job Rebecca P!
 
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Stefanie W. said...
Nov. 19, 2009 at 7:43 am:
This is great! It should definetly be published, you deserve it :)
 
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emspb3445 said...
Nov. 18, 2009 at 7:43 pm:
This gave me chills! Great job! Looks like you have a great future ahead of you!
 
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cblau said...
Nov. 15, 2009 at 9:46 pm:
The poem was very well written and quite powerful. You really drew in and impacted the reader.
Best of luck
 
kayswizzle replied...
Nov. 18, 2009 at 1:36 pm :
this was amazing. i loved it.
 
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bluemagnet22 said...
Nov. 14, 2009 at 12:48 pm:
Wow this is an amazing poem!
It's vry true and extremely realistic
You phrased everything vry well
and got your point across! Great rhyme and flow! This poem should MOST def be in the magazine...it is a must read for many pple today! I'm glad more pple are writing about things like this rather than flowers and butterflies lol I wrote a similar poem called Death by Drinking but its not on the website yet.
But wow I'm vry much amazed with this poem!
Gre... (more »)
 
Rebecca P. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Nov. 15, 2009 at 8:13 pm :
thanks so much!!! i hope it does =)
 
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