Writing Prompt #138: Write about your way back home from work or school, describe the streets and people.
Bright skies and summer breeze That’s often interrupted by the nicotine and weed smoke That clogs the air Since laws changed, piglets don’t even care Just continue to stay alert on each corner where there’s nothing but kings and queens enjoying the fresh air Outsiders standing on each corner, some even walking in pairs It’s always the same things I see as I mosey on through Some days, some aren’t as lucky As I have to take different routes, To get out of the rural streets filled with caution tapes Another lost prince is being transported from the premisses I can see news vans passing by in the opposite directions I can just picture the headlines on the evening news No matter the day, I always find myself in near crash experiences With drivers who deserve to have their licenses suspended I’m surprised the cars I drive don’t get dented By another driver who's just on their way home from a stressful day at the office Each of us can’t afford the risk That our wallets will feel Before the cars even meet steel to steel It’s crazy that our lives come second to our minds Eyes on the road is often difficult Cause the cars are always close together like a cult Following the next car till my exit come near Funny that I often drive in my childhood neighborhood Where all my favorite memories was spent They fill my side of town with small businesses until I take another exit After this exit I know it’ll only be about 6 minutes to get to my destination Where bae is waiting I love to hold her thick curves between my fingertips 2 flicks and a inhale There goes my way
Prompt from this book: 100 Poetry Writing Prompts For Adults
