HellBoundPixie's blog: "poetry"

I saw you hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line. But you didn't see me put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday. I saw you pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk. But you didn't see me playing Santa at the local mall. I saw you change your mind about going into the restaurant. But you didn't see me attending a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief. I saw you roll up your window and shake your head when I drove by. But you didn't see me driving behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window. I saw you frown at me when I smiled at your children. But you didn't see me when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless. I saw you stare at my long hair. But you didn't see me and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love. I saw you roll your eyes at our leather coats and gloves. But you didn't see me and my brothers donate our old coats and gloves to those that had none. I saw you look in fright at my tattoos. But you didn't see me cry as my children where born and have their name written over and in my heart. I saw you change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere. But you didn't see me going home to be with my family. I saw you complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be. But you didn't see me when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane. I saw you yelling at your kids in the car. But you didn't see me pat my child's hands, knowing he was safe behind me. I saw you reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road. But you didn't see me squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take the next turn. I saw you dial your phone, reprimand your kids, and put on your make up while you sailed all about the road. But you didn't see me as i slowed down to let you by so me and mine could be a bit safer with you in front. I saw you race down the road in the rain. But you didn't see me get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date. I saw you run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time. But you didn't see me trying to turn right I saw you cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in. But you didn't see me leave the road. I saw you waiting impatiently for my friends to pass. But you didn't see me. I wasn't there. I saw you go home to your family. But you didn't see me. Because, I died that day you cut me off. I WAS JUST A BIKER. A person with friends and a family. But you didn't see me. Repost this around in hopes that people will understand the biker community If you dont repost this, It sucks to be you. I hope you never lose someone that rides, cause if you do you'll be like me

as i sit in this chair and ponder what to write .so many words pass threw my head like an endless train. this train passing between my ears. i hear the words makeing sence makeing this poem as i sit in this chair. i see the screen these words apear on. i see the colors of my background and i see the words as i sound them out to the typeing of my fingers on the keyboard that is connected to the brain box of this computer. that wich links the monater to the keyboard that makes it posable for me to write this poem .and to see all the work of the poets that pore there heart and soul into what they write. then i think of my friends and how they inspired me to keep trying evey time i went to spoken word at five points .every tuesday night when it was at fuel. now all i have is my train of thought passing between ears makeing so much noise i had to put it into writing just for some piece of mind just to have my brain explode with more things to write. then when i read the worse it is to write to quote a very good friend of mine he said to me once "just open your mind and let the words flow".as i sit in this chair i think of how im going to miss my faverite poet as he travles across contry to prapose to get married .to do what his heart and soul do every time he writes a poem. he care and loves and works . much harder than any one iv ever seen . as i sit here in this chair i ponder what tomarrow will bring.