The Summer Before I Was Sixteen

The sweet taste of bitter adrenaline

boiling up through my fingertips pressed against

a summer-heat soaked steering wheel decorated

with pink nails and a tight grip on potential.

The pulsing beat of a 70’s rock song bounces

around sweltering air faster than ideas in my worrisome mind,

relieving like a final chorus but anxious like

the first chord exploding from an electric guitar.

Sound waves burst forth from open windows persuading

the golden field to sway along under a painted blue sky,

wheels keep turning down a road paved with curiosity and

bordered with wishes disguised as flower petals.

My left hand rests on the edge of the world, holding up the 

weight of my never ending optimism engraved in my skull

while my right hand grips on to passion driven

dreams and continues to press no towards change.

Slow, smooth wind flows with the music but is incapable

of matching the pace of never ending thoughts.

My guard keeps dropping and my hopes keeping rising,

the wind is never dying nor does my heart stop desiring. 

Reviews

[Karmee]

Slow, smooth wind flows with the music but is incapable
of matching the pace of never ending thoughts.
My guard keeps dropping and my hopes keeping rising,
the wind is never dying nor does my heart stop desiring.

I SO LOVED this part, this is amazing,
very nicely written

[Lauren_The_Awesome]

A lot of imagery shown. Very good poem. Keep writing :) :)