WHAT AM I?: Nephilim WHAT AM I?: Nephilim
A teen boy gets killed, but trades his soul for another chance. He changes. A girl notices the new boy with silver eyes.
Driven

Driven

A Poem by shadowtigers




















Hands tight on the wheel

Four spinning tires
And just you and me
The road our reason
The night our guide
We let all pasts
Fade in the rear-view
The smell of asphalt
And burning rubber
Drowns out the salt of the sea
The landscape
Frozen shadows
That dance in the twilight
Accelerating into spirals
That draws us in
It is for this I am driven
Just one single moment
Where nothing else matters
With you as the passenger
Right here next to me
For tonight
We are flying
Without any wings



© 2011 shadowtigers



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I like the balance you have in your pieces. Although there's negativity you're holding onto those moments of freedom and hope. I like it =)

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Added on January 8, 2011
Last Updated on January 9, 2011
Tags: poem, poems, poetry, dark, depression, emotive, emotion, soul, dreams, dream, sadness, love, night, car, drive, driving, sea, wheel

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shadowtigers
shadowtigers

Derelict, MD



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I'm a writer, poet, and painter. Most of my work is inspired by dreams, music, and life experience but, I love just being creative. I feel that poetry and writing should be an outlet to which anyone.. more..

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