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If he stays with me tonight,
I surely shall not die,
but if he chose to go away,
I may say good-bye.

Suicide is not a thing
that one should dwell on,
However in this circumstance,
my brain seems gone.

All sense has been lost.
I only think of him.
He only matters now,
I am at his whim.

I awake to find him next
to me, a smile upon
his face. One creases mine,
as I greet the dawn.

By Lindsay Ruais

[Apparently it didn't post the first time for some reason, so I'm posting it again.]

Rolling around
at the speed of sound
I run,
not because I have somewhere to go,
but because I love nothing more.

Fresh air.
Green Hills.
All of it makes me want to run faster and faster
Wearing through another pair of Soap shoes.

But today,
I’m not running because it’s a nice day,
oh no. I’m running because Eggman’s up to no good again,
and that’s way past not cool.

I wonder what his plan to take over the world is today?
Another space station?
Mythological beast?
Or maybe even an interstellar amusement park.

Whatever it is doesn’t matter,
Same old Egghead, Same old plan.
I’ll take down whatever it is with my super sonic speed
because I’m Sonic.
Sonic the Hedgehog.

By Lindsay Ruais

[I'm a nerd. It's true. Comments/Criticism is greatly appreciated! Especially if you think I should make it longer! Thanks!]

She rolls into the driveway,
slowly and carefully,
taking care not to harm herself,
or those she carries with her.

A family friend from a past generation,
her age has left her with many dents,
one in particular caused by a sun-blinded child
bumping into her rather large rear.

Her leather is scratched and torn,
evidence of the many times she carried
the basketball team from game to game,
and never once did she complain when they left a mess on her floor.

Her legs are worn and tired,
having taught the only child the ways of the road,
taking every bump and curb in stride,
hoping that one day her girl could be a good driver.

She sits in the driveway,
waiting to be of use again,
but in her heart she knows that her time has past.
They must move on without her.

by Lindsay Ruais

[Criticism is greatly appreciated!]