“Riding High”

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Riding High

I stood,

on the hood,

Of the car, as it drove through hell.

 

Viewing the snapshots,

Of existence.

I blazed on.

 

Forgiving others & self,

For the glitches,

That short-circuited our actions.

 

Flowing to the humming,

That’s in sync, with the binaural rhythm,

Of my heartbeat…”I LIVE.”

By~Maxwanette A Poetess

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Author: Poetry, Language Of the Soul

{Maxwanette A Poetess} I have been writing poetry since the age of 5. I enjoy poetic expression and feel that, "Everyone Is A Poet." We all speak and in our speech, we express a message, that is usually attached to an emotion and or feeling. To me, this is poetry in it's natural form.

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