Wednesday Is Garbage Day

Standstill
I’m at a standstill
emotional landfill
of which its overflowed

internal trash expels from my pores
a mess of plastic smiles and
shattered excuses
obtuse abuses don’t make right angles
ninety degrees of wins and loses

losses are glossy and shine through the
piles of cardboard and old furniture lined up for miles
and the crumbled papers scattered
tattered with promises, stained with tears
fears dumped beneath old dressers and lamp shades
writing fades against the glare of the sun
on the broken mirror
reflecting the still image of myself
surrounded by the hand I’ve dealt

but what’s an ace stacked against rusted jacks
except nothing
everything destroyed by the time it has taken to get
to its worst state
I laugh in the face of fate
so to commemorate the things I can’t control
burning beneath the broken grill
I standstill
in the overflowed emotional landfill

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

Controlled Rage, I Promise

Your list of one-way demands leaves my hands quaking,

aching,

shaking for the fear of life taking,

but a deep breath will have to do,

because I’ll wreck me if I wreck you.

Collapsing Through Time

Through a series of blinks
starlit flutters of anxiety, of excitement
before the sudden whoosh of the freshest air
air so pure, so clean as it surrounds me
like the soft blue sky that fills the background

white tufts whisp between my fingers
as I continue onwards against the wind
the clouds drifting slowly towards my past
if it exist at all
before there is a sudden shift
a dip, so far that it makes my stomach swirl
like the deep grey sky that fills the background

as I get caught in the clouds
I’m riding the storm, unsure of which way is forward
or back towards the known
and even with uncertainty
a mystery, so free that it engulfs me
like the nothingness that fills the background

I have lost myself within a world of realms,
slipping through the cracks,
collapsing through time.

Word War

Annihilated
completely decimated
almost eradicated into pieces
anything left non-existent
if it existed at all
with constant reminders of what it is not
of what it never has been
or what it has never felt
Quick, find shelter
Loose lips sink ships

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.

Coveting Slumber

Night owls hoot,
keeping company to the stars,
and to my restless mind,
unbeknown to them of such a thing.

So there I lay, head sunk into my pillow,
the hoos and hoots abound in song,
a melody to ease the thoughts
that run amuck beneath my eyes.

Slumber is nigh.

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.

Literary Clique Pt. 3?

In similarity of a past habit, please find below a bundle of my latest musings deemed incomplete, but complete enough:

Little Reminders
What’s anything less than the black and red
flames burning beneath a tepid ground
dancing like hell bent lovers against her
precious stained flesh
a dry black puddle sat careless and bold
the reminder that the past leaves a mark

Troublesome
“Break it, I dare you”
a giggle like an old photo crept across her face
“go on, go on”
big brown eyes piercing into the sun, only for a moment
“I’ll take all the blame”

Repeat
Say it again and again one more time
I don’t think I can understand
the words don’t sound, and they look all weird to my ears
and can we talk about that weird smell

So please say it all again and again one more time
and maybe this time I’ll get it
my undivided is given, I swear, there are no distractions
except that pesky smell, really what is that

Stuck
Bound to the earth by
a heavy weight
enough gravity and exhaustion
to ensure no movement

Comatose

He swung his arms up in the air, frantic,
as if he were trying to scoop the wind into the warm
embrace of the cloud;
the sun was a myriad of yellows that day
with its bursting rays aimed directly onto his street;
a droplet of sweat ran as evidence

He said not a word, just waved his limbs, frantic,
his mouth ajar, slightly
catching the heat;
the streets ablaze in silence that day
with the temperature too high to be welcoming;
the squint in his eye showed evidence

He waved to the figure standing off in the distance, frantic,
sure that they could see him from there
overheated and hallucinating
he closed his eyes;
his mind drifting back into the reality he nearly left
where the soft sound of a voice tinkered his ear drum;
“sir, can you hear me?”