Midnight Crashes

It's just one of those nights,
where all the back roads look the same.
Melodies singing in the mist of the horizon.

The sun kissing our skin like the first
time we rolled under the covers.
Circling the woods past the old

carved tree, wandering the broken roads.
I can't help but wonder where our thoughts went.
Hands tangled, rain shooting on the windshield.

Foolish moves behind the wheel.
Trees come out of nowhere.
Engraved in our shadows,

our initials lie next to our motionless figures.
Since when did the day become night?
All so silent and bare.

Once we seemed so perfect, as if floating on air.
Teenage sounds haunt our wildest dreams.
But, I suppose it's easy enough to read,

even the sun sets in paradise.

Teenage Vibrations

Teenage vibrations illuminate
             in the dead of silence.
Cars parked on the cliffs of our
           sleepless nights with

fogged up windows and
           lustful sounds.
Brakes only keep us
           grounded until we

decide to soar off the edge.
           Seat belts won't keep
us safe from the thoughts
           that kept us

tossing and turning. We always
          watched each others
eyes turn green at the sight of rivalry.
         Warfare was always a

whisper and a slur away. Guns would
          blaze, swords would swing.
Battlefields drenched in lost chances
           and shallow breaths.

Wishing for a change in the wind,
           a slight caress of hope.
One blink too many and it's over.
          Don't let me shiver,

 turn into ice. I'm not ready for this
         adventure to be over.
Her hand crushed my thoughts
         into despair. Hand me

down ideas only kill me just a little more.
         But it's over, the look in
our eyes before the final crash. I'll free fall
         into your arms just as

 the alarms rings in the midst of a fantasy.
           Dreams end but reality
               keeps on living.