Stranger on a Bus

Stranger on a Bus

A Poem by Maddi Snowden

Someone on an empty bus once asked me 
what my favorite color was. 

I think they were trying to start 
small talk but all I could think 
about was every night I spent alone 
in my car driving away, 
trying to escape this feeling of 
being trapped. 

All I could think about 
on those drives was the 
thousands of other people like me 
driving on empty highways with 
stars shooting by and trees 
bleeding into the mountains 
as we flee. 

I thought about the loneliness 
they felt and I wondered if they 
ever thought about people 
like them, 
like me, 
who were escaping their mothers 
or boyfriends or themselves.

I sat on that empty bus trying to 
explain that the only time 
you see my favorite color is when
the twilight is so heavy 
with hundreds of whispers you can 
barley see the universe bow to the 
earth for 
a single moment and 
every shade of calm is painted 
before you and you feel alone 
but in a way that is 
so comforting you 
don't know what to do with your hands

And so you drive on through the night 
hoping to find answers among the lonely stars forgotten

And so we ride on through the night 
hoping this small talk on an empty bus leads to finding answers 
among the lonely hearts forgotten


© 2014 Maddi Snowden

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I think I need some tissue and to rethink my favorite color:) Beautiful!

Posted 7 Years Ago

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Maddi Snowden

7 Years Ago

Thank you so much! (:

6 Years Ago

my thoughts exactly lost girl.
This is one interesting read my friend, you have share vivid thoughts yet you explain in very deep manner about the reality of lonely souls...simply amazing and wonderful read

Posted 7 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Maddi Snowden

7 Years Ago

Thank you so much! (:
A. Amos

7 Years Ago

Pleasure my friend

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Added on April 2, 2014
Last Updated on April 2, 2014
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Maddi Snowden
Maddi Snowden

Seattle, WA

My name is Maddi and I enjoy writing. I began writing poetry when I was in 4th grade and recently picked it up again. Along with some of my poetry, I post original artwork/photography intended to go.. more..