Saturday, May 17, 2014

Pain


Pain

Little punk girl
so lost and lonely.
sitting, curled up
into the corner
all alone, again.
Notebook and pen within reach.
But she she struggles to pick them up
and write her pain away.

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Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Quiet


Quiet

Walking along with a lone acoustic guitar
playing out a slow minor melody
through my ear buds.
I pass by smiling faces and laughing people,
keeping my head down
I pick up my pace.

I turn into my coffee shop,
the door held for me
by a man with a sympathetic nod,
I think he saw my eyes.
I pour eight quarters
into the “Grab-and-Go” hole,
and avoid eye contact with my favorite barista.
Self-serve coffee comforts me today.

Out again into the hot thick air,
sweat begins to mix with tears as
I hurry back to my car.
Inside, door shut. Quiet.
Turn engine on, switch albums.
Ducky Boys, the band that calms me.

My shoulders stop shaking,
I throw my car in reverse
and head to wide open roads again.


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