The Ride

Just a little thing I thought up today. Let me know  what you think! Thanks!! :-)

The Ride

I think that I think

more than most people normally do.

My thoughts cycle through my brain

as if they were written on flaps of paper

taped to the spokes of a bike,

like I used to do with play cards

as a young kid,

except now I’m on an unending bike ride.

Occasionally I get to take a break

from this ride and shackle

up my bike for a bit.

I take a seat in a local coffee shop,

put on my headphones,

slowly sip straight coffee, and watch

all the people inside and outside

and wonder what kind of thoughts

are taped to their bicycles.

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Hope to Stop

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Hope to Stop

I approach at my guitar

sitting silently in its stand,

I run my fingers across the strings

but I don’t feel like picking it up.

I shuffle through my albums

but I can’t decide on one

to listen to,

all of them remind me

of him tonight.

I sit on my bed,

pick up my notebook,

trying to ignore the ripped out page

that held the poem

I mailed to him,

the only first draft

to ever be mailed away.

I turn to a fresh page

and just write, mostly

question after question

of which none will ever be answered,

and hope to stop crying

before I reach the end of the page.

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