Designated Doodler

Twenty four be good Be gentle, take care Tread lightly upon body and mind Leave me whole. Twenty four be good Help me find purpose and way And make every tomorrow better still Than every yesterday.

Chocolate eyes Lips that arch like a bow Pulled taught Words ready to go But they're tangled in thoughts Not fit for an arrow PS All works belong to me, Liz Rector and are protected under copyright.

Three days of driving Three days of riding In the backseat To the middle of nowhere Where the air is brown with dirt Crusted and thick it sits in the cracks of trees and chokes the sun Black mist spews from smoke stacks I climbed a tree wearing white And when I came down My clothes were black From Pittsburgh To this tiny town With no movie theatre And one high school I wanted out of here The Dairy Queen shut down The bowling alley reigned supreme With buzzing neon lights An ancient witness to smoke-filled nights It's where I first felt What it was like To not be able To breathe That was the night that asthma found me And I choked in the dark And panic flooded my heart Here...Take an ice cube to calm down But it didn't and... I couldn't breathe In that place In that town From point guard To the bench Asbestos filled buildings sag in disrepair In the air there's a steady toxic stench Like rotting eggs or burning rubber Cracked side...

Another slip a trip a fall I’m only human is what I say But will that be enough On judgment day Feeling the hurt the stress the pain With nowhere to go but back again Just one more Touch or taste or slice Of my brand of downfall Of my preferred vice There is no medicine That overrides the sweet and sour candied regret That burns on my tongue That heaves in my chest That rings through my body And rolls down my neck There was a moment of deliberation A subtle and whispered pause The opportunity to walk away I took the options taken into consideration And still I  pressed play