Little poem
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Little poem
Hey everybody
This is a poem I wrote for creative writing class and thought I'd share
The Ride
When you thought you were nothing more.
Thought nothing was left.
The cool, steady wind
seeps through vents and mesh.
Sweeping through corners, the peripheral blur of pigments
become unmistakable,
the natural world, engraved by mans infrastructure.
The sensation of a living machine
both powerful, yet amazingly graceful
mask the certainties and security in life.
Every twist of the wrist brings an adventure,
flying ever closer to the unknown.
Pure sensations of life
conveyed through contours of pavement,
pulse with the suspension.
The recognizable feel of the perfect road
united by velocity makes the heart wild.
Never trade the thrills of life for the security of existence.
This is a poem I wrote for creative writing class and thought I'd share
The Ride
When you thought you were nothing more.
Thought nothing was left.
The cool, steady wind
seeps through vents and mesh.
Sweeping through corners, the peripheral blur of pigments
become unmistakable,
the natural world, engraved by mans infrastructure.
The sensation of a living machine
both powerful, yet amazingly graceful
mask the certainties and security in life.
Every twist of the wrist brings an adventure,
flying ever closer to the unknown.
Pure sensations of life
conveyed through contours of pavement,
pulse with the suspension.
The recognizable feel of the perfect road
united by velocity makes the heart wild.
Never trade the thrills of life for the security of existence.
#2
Hey everybody
This is a poem I wrote for creative writing class and thought I'd share
The Ride
When you thought you were nothing more.
Thought nothing was left.
The cool, steady wind
seeps through vents and mesh.
Sweeping through corners, the peripheral blur of pigments
become unmistakable,
the natural world, engraved by mans infrastructure.
The sensation of a living machine
both powerful, yet amazingly graceful
mask the certainties and security in life.
Every twist of the wrist brings an adventure,
flying ever closer to the unknown.
Pure sensations of life
conveyed through contours of pavement,
pulse with the suspension.
The recognizable feel of the perfect road
united by velocity makes the heart wild.
Never trade the thrills of life for the security of existence.
This is a poem I wrote for creative writing class and thought I'd share
The Ride
When you thought you were nothing more.
Thought nothing was left.
The cool, steady wind
seeps through vents and mesh.
Sweeping through corners, the peripheral blur of pigments
become unmistakable,
the natural world, engraved by mans infrastructure.
The sensation of a living machine
both powerful, yet amazingly graceful
mask the certainties and security in life.
Every twist of the wrist brings an adventure,
flying ever closer to the unknown.
Pure sensations of life
conveyed through contours of pavement,
pulse with the suspension.
The recognizable feel of the perfect road
united by velocity makes the heart wild.
Never trade the thrills of life for the security of existence.
Now I'd like to see how you word a verse about an unplanned dismount :P
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