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The Bus MAG

April 26, 2013
By Vinay Malut BRONZE, Palm Beach Gardens, Florida
Vinay Malut BRONZE, Palm Beach Gardens, Florida
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The smell of burning gasoline
Chokes me to the core.
The rumbling
Never seems to end.

In the belly of the beast,
Interred in a metal cage.
Separated from the world,
Watching it go by.

Staring through a clear wall.
Transparent, but strong.
Outside is a blur,
But inside stays still.

I quell the feelings of panic,
Reminding myself where I am,
Where I'm going,
When I'll get there.

The hour-long trip,
My spirit yelling to be free,
I get spit out of the monster
To begin the trek home.



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Emman1194 said...
on Dec. 13 2013 at 10:49 am
Emman1194, Wilmington, Elsemere, Delaware
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Favorite Quote:
Before you "assume" try this crazy method called "asking"

This poem Really stood out, I think it was one of the best poems of this months magazine

on Aug. 22 2013 at 4:41 pm
PirateCountry DIAMOND, Muncie, Indiana
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Favorite Quote:
"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."

Nice job! I really liked it! I like long road trips and bus rides, though. If I have my music with me then I am entertained long enough to avoid feeling like I'm "in the belly of the beast". :)