Part 3

This is the last installment to my three-piece poetry project. Hope you've liked them.

It’s been almost a year now

since the last time that we spoke.

I swore I’d never come back

so now you lie alone.

 I’m out here on this stretch of road.

Six cylinders to cradle me;

I think I’ll call it home.

Destined for a lonesome life

devoid of second chances.

So, I dream of beat up classic cars,

endless highways, quick romances.

I don’t need you anymore,

but my heart won’t let go

of the graceful way you walk alone

through the busy city streets

and lay waste to all you know.

A wrecking ball in a sundress,

a relentless machine.

There’s nothing left of you

and even less of me.

Well, that's it. Let me know what you think!

part two: Open Road

This is part two.

  Open Road

One Red Bull and a fresh pack of Spirits,

roll the windows down; let the stereo play.

Crank the speakers ‘til the sound breaks up

and let the white noise drown out my weary heart.

The endless asphalt ribbon grasps at the horizon

as all my troubles sink beneath its solace.

But the passenger seat still holds your warmth,

and sometimes I still see your shocked face

regretfully gazing at me from the rearview.

Part One: Notches

So, I haven't posted anything in a little while. I guess I've just been super busy with school or something like that. Well that being said, here's the first installment of this three piece poetry project I've been working on. They're really just a few poems that all happen to be in the same vein, but here it goes.


Forewarning: This one gets a bit vulgar, but that's art, right?
Anyway.. this is Notches.

Notches

The pocketknife buries deeper

into the bedpost again;

adding vertebrae to the spine

that holds up your ego.

The guys that you fucked

and the lives you fucked up

count down one by one.

Scratched off your list

on the bed were you laid

twice with the artist;

you made him your artwork.

Or, with the athlete;

you had under your thumb.

A few random strangers

to hold down your mattress

and me.

We made plans to grow old

--wedding bands, starter homes.

The same damn lies

you told time after time.

I thought that I would be the one.

Let me know what you think.

PS I swear I'm going to get around to posting some short stories soon as well!

-Travis

another little poem.

I wrote this on a peaceful afternoon about a week ago. This weather does wonders for creativity.
It's called Serenity:

Serenity.

A place to rest my head.

The black Cadillac carries me

off, just outside your white picket fence

and there I will remain. Forever

or maybe just for the day.

Leave my body to the Earth,

become one with the dirt

beneath your gaze. If you’re

out there somewhere smiling down

on me. My tired existence,

cradled in the arms of those

that love me. Do not cry.

Remember me fondly as the

forces of nature will surely erode.

Just as everything else shall pass.

I will lie still in your garden

waiting for the sun.

I should hopefully be getting around to posting some prose soon. 

 -Let me know what you think!

about fall.

   So, I love Fall. There's just something about wearing a warm sweater and drinking a nice cup of pumpkin flavored coffee. This poem pays homage to my favorite season. Hope you're enjoying the weather as much as I am.

It’s happening now;

the trees are turning.

Bright green and new fades into

peaceful autumn shades.

Yes, cinnamon

on the breath of the wind

turns summer into fall.

So, throw on your sweater

and nestle down by the fire.

You were sweeter than a violin

on a warm summer night,

but nothing lasts forever.

Let me know what you think

hello there

     Well, I'm new to this whole blog thing so here it goes.
First things first. Let me tell you a bit about myself. My name's Travis and, among other things, I guess you could say I'm a writer. My friends have been telling me that I need to compile all my work somehow, so I think this blog should do the trick. (Maybe I could entertain some people at the same time. Who knows?)


"What should I expect?" you might be asking yourself. 
Let's see.. I've written poetry for quite some time. Poems about love and loss and all that heartwarming stuff. And recently, I've picked up fiction as well- not to mention my first screenplay. 
-So really, I don't have a good answer. But, there's one thing I can tell you about this whole mess of words you're going to have the opportunity to read: It's honest. I write about what I know and am always trying to improve.


So I'll get to posting some material soon. Any comments or criticisms would be appreciated. There's always something that needs a little work.


Hopefully you'll read something you enjoy.
-Travis


Oh, and this is me.