Literary Cluster Pt .5

I. When you wish upon a star
no one tells you its a sham
makes no difference who you are
the whole thing is just a scam

II.
Just because I’m not heard
doesn’t mean I’ll resort to silence
There is always violence
But it spurs no results so I’ll
pursue the enlightened guidance
that I’m provided
Instructed to scream it all out
and without out a doubt
I’ll attract tons of nonsense
It’ll reign on my conscience
That I have to be honest
Only one road to obtain solace
promises
I’m not just a novice
experience has shown me your hand
revealed all your plans
and risked your demands

III.

And I’ll take them to the grave
Every secret that I’ve saved
Of all the hidden wrongs and rights
And hasty choices that I’ve made
The consequences made me brave

IV.
How do I let go if I didn’t know I was holding on in the first place?
How do I forget those chocolate brown eyes
if I didn’t notice I memorized your face?
How do I erase memories that changed who I am and everything I have become?
How do I live with pretending to know nothing of who you are or where you’re from?

V.

Hey there sour puss

What’s with the puckered face

Got your self a taste of bitter

In this wicked, wicked place

Tongue a little pinched and punched

Eyes squint, filled with wet despair

Mindless drones will send you home

But its no better there

VI.
I caught a flight down to Georgia
tried to get my bearings back
Stepped off the plane and felt the
heat trickle from my forehead to my collar bone
It was muggy
But it meant I felt something
Something other than the arrow to my
heart
because all I ever feel is pain
Its the easiest thing to feel
So there I was
standing in what I could only assume some
form of hell felt like
Dehydrating flames
Draining my moisture without movement
and all I could think to do was
get back on that plane and face everything
that I was running from

A Sea of Musings Pt. 4

1.
Away it sank into the ocean
words across the simple page
ink escaping from the edges

“no means no at every age”

2.
Quickly scribbled on the napkin
words with heavy meaning
thrown into the arms of the ocean

“You are the reason for my breathing”

3.
Bottled in
I exposed myself once more for the world to see
one drop at a time
I release the words that swam around in me

4.
I’ve got a little something
from me, to the Mother Sea
so she opens her naval ears wide
and I sing through her waves
my words surfing from crest to trough
of the journey I’ve encountered
she listened
her waves mirroring my highs with a thunderous clap
and my lows with a downpour
She brings my secrets

Train Moments: 2

I tried not to notice her,
but I couldn’t help myself.
The way the blinding rays bounced off of my sunglasses eased my mind-
she couldn’t possibly see me peeping at her, wondering
what her life is beyond right now.
I watched as she finicked with her
hair; her golden hairband shimmering
in the same sunlight that gleamed from my sunglasses.
I lingered a few second more before
turning my attention to another passerby,
the same wonderment of life beyond right now.

Train Moments: 1

She caught me staring not five seconds ago,
so of course I was suddenly very aware
that she was watching
as I awkwardly plucked a piece of pretzel
from the brown knot grasped firmly in my right hand-
the aluminum foil around it suddenly so glaring
that it could start a fire.
I shoved the doughy mass in my mouth
making sure to keep my eyes pointed straight-
not at her.
The urge to risk her seeing me
to see her
was a strong one.
I’ll look just one more time.

The Fight pt. 8

She took another step towards him,
slowly, like the speed of her tears
creeping down her face.
He hobbled backwards.
“Stay away from me,” he snarled
as he fell
back onto the cushions, the suede comfort
a reminder of his uncomfortable betrayal.
“I just-” she began, but paused.
She knew there was nothing she could say,
nothing she could do to fix this,
to fix them.
A quiver to her lip sent a spark to his groin
and as she backed away, all he could imagine
was pulling her closer.

The Fight pt. 7

Her arms hung tensely at her
sides, while his crossed fiercely at his chest.
A low hum began from the fridge
interrupting the hesitation stemming
from both ends.
He could feel her guilt emanating off of
her and it nauseated him.
Not because she broke him, but because
he deserved it.

 

The Fight pt. 6

“I need to know how this happened,”
he lied.
“I need details. I need EVERY detail.”
But he knew how it all happened,
how it all fell apart.
It was his fault after all,
but he couldn’t tell her that.
That was a secret he’d take to the grave.
He watched her suffer, watched her
soul get uncomfortable in her body.
He was angry and hurt evenly.
She took a step towards his towering frame.

“Please, don’t make me do this.”

The Fight pt. 5

She didn’t want to tell him.
The high octave of his voice
punched her in the chest.
He was hurting, and she could see it.
She owed it to him, she had to tell him.
Those same green eyes he fell in love with
moved away from his and escaped
quickly to the wood stained floor.
“Since June,” she barely whispered.
It was December.

 

The Fight pt. 4

He hesitated in moving towards her
unsure of if he’d hug her or
hurt her.
She was killing him,
and the longer she didn’t
answer, the more
holes he felt forming in his heart.
“HOW FUCKING LONG?”
he found himself yelling.
A wet tickle ran towards his chin.
His pain was showing.

The Fight pt. 3

The silence hung in the air
like a readied noose.
She didn’t want this to be her,
but it was;
Her tears fell loosely, though her face
remained solid.
This was her fault after all.
“How long?” he demanded coldly.
“How damn long?”