#cadillac poems on Hello Poetry

Marisa Lu Makil Sep 4

Cadillac

TRIGGER WARNING*

I think maybe
I want to die
I think so, I'm not sure.
Don't really think
About cutting
Just don't want to endure

I guess that I
Just know that when
I see a gravel ledge
I wonder if
It might be nice
To drive right off the edge

I think maybe
I want to die
I could be wrong, I guess
All I know is
Sometimes I feel
I live under duress

I don't know what
This feeling is–
An illness, I suppose
But living does
Not give me life
No scent holds to a rose

I think maybe
I want to die
I think so, I don't know
Oblivion
Seems much preferred
To more days moving slow

Colors, they don't
Seem as bright
The sky–it starts to fade
I wish it would
Be over now
And I could waste away

I think maybe
I want to die
I almost did last week
A flash of white
And silver hues
And tires start to squeak

And when the car
Came straight for me
I promise I won't lie
I had no thought
For my own life
I think I want to die.

They say that there are more ways to be suicidal than cutting. They say that it's when you cross the street without looking both ways or when you're not careful while chopping vegetables, those are little ways to k1ll yourself as well. So when that Cadillac hit me and I came inches away from death, and I didn't feel afraid or even sad, I wondered if it's because I want to d1e.

#svicide #hurt #d1e #pain #car #cadillac #carcrash #couldbewrong #sad #depression

Zack Ripley Aug 2019

Dream car

I don't need a Mercedes Benz.
I'd rather be surrounded by a group of friends.
You'll never hear me wish for a Cadillac.
I'd rather know someone has my back.
If you offered me a Lamborghini, I'd trade it for a dinner and movie date.
But they say love is what makes a Subaru a Subaru.
That's why it's my dream car for me and you

#dreamcar #mercedez #friends #cadillac #lamborghini #subaru #love #poetry #date

Jo Barber Apr 2018

Finding Purpose

Like a dried out pen,
you lay before me.
    Perhaps you served a purpose once,
    back in the days
    where leaves still blew
    through these Cadillac-filled streets.
Vanished and forgotten,
like a goldfish
in a bowl without food.
      You'll starve eventually
      from the poverty of your mood.
Like a torn photograph,
the image of you is scratched, incomplete,
a deflated soccer ball
lying somewhere in the street.

      A dried out pen
        can write no more,
           but it does not negate
             the works it wrote
                      once before.

Feedback? Comments? I had trouble finding a good ending.

#purpose #pen #life #work #imagery #cadillac #discovery

Brittle Bird Apr 2015

epoch

that night, I saw bodies in the motel bathtub
beckoning like a 50's Cadillac
back seat beats and Father's
bottle of snatched brandy up
to bring back our youth

and stay
for one last whisper in a last-innocent ear
the diner lights buzzing like
a lifetime of loss to mistakes
that can be little more or
less than broken glass lies

Day 23 of NaPoWriMo.

#life #diner #bodies #youth #teenagers #50s #lights #motel #cadillac #brandy

South-by-Southwest Nov 2014

Neal Cassady

Neal Cassady
February 8 ,1926 - February 4 , 1968
San Miguel D'Alene , Mexico

Dead from extreme exposure
Four days short of forty-two

Only fitting , next to a railroad track
He had many words to haul back

The wolf sleeps next to the silver rail
Howling at a silver moon that fell

I see here he drove a ******* Cadillac
Through the San Francisco streets

With the top down
Smiling free , it was meant to be

Life is a quasar

"Americans should know the universe itself as a road , as many roads , as roads for traveling souls." Walt Whitman .

#poet #mexico #cadillac #railroad #tract

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