Eisele Cunningham

Monday Mornings


Tempted to backslide

Today I felt a barrage of physical torment and emotion:




And alone.

She’s no good for me,

But proximity is convenient.

I thought to roll her up.

To do one thing

Or two to her that I swear I wanted to do to you…

I now understand how Love could be blind

And that Distance is a son of a bitch.


On my Way Home (Pt. 4)

The bus kept going…

I mean it had to, right?

It and its passengers had places to be as did I.

Now, it wasn’t that what happened wasn’t shocking; it’s not that she was of little importance.

She died doing what made her happy.

And I accepted it as that.

On my way Home (Pt. 3)

Somethings happened…

I’d fallen asleep

Woke to a bus steadfast

I looked forward

I looked to the rear

The sandwich girl, whose name I didn’t ask-


Where the hell were my manners?

We looked to one another

She whispered, “somethings happened.”

She too had sleep in her eyes and a break in her voice.

I heard the child that I’d become comfortable with kicking at the back of my seat ask, “why we stopped?” The boy’s mother, or so I assumed was outside the box of knowing such as the sandwich girl same as myself.

I saw flicking red,

Blue and white lights.

Somethings happened…

The tired woman who moved to the back of the coach carrying the threadbare bag of her valuables.

Well, in that bag she held so tight was cocaine.

That tired looking woman died.

Overdosed, on the back of the bus.

On My Way Home (Pt. 2)

Who sat next to me?

No body.

How cruel that I was thankful.

There was a woman, lucky such as myself who sat alone in the pair of seats across from mine.

We exchanged glares–

They eventually became amiable grins.

I believe we were both worried other passengers would hate us for our luck.

I gave her a smile,

She offered me a sandwich;pre-packaged.

I saw a cured slice of deli meat with pepper-jack cheese and a little packet of mayo that I didn’t use, who needs the extra calories.

Without protest I accepted.

I was in no position to decline food

That pompous piece of me I left it somewhere in LA

On My Way Home (Pt. 1)

Boarded the train in the am, 2:45.

I commandeered the first pair of seats I saw in front.

I’ve just never cared to sit in the back.

Nothing to do with my skin complication– some sad absurd grudge held against the past.

There was a man though…

He bared the palest of white skin, he was overtly dirty, wearing faded black clothes a gangly red-grey beard and a tattoo on his forehead.

The word I couldn’t quite make out

And I didn’t try for very long.

I hated the way he looked back at me…

I could see all his demons in his eyes.

A woman followed him, I didn’t know if they were acquainted, neither did I care too,

Although I could tell she was tired.

Shit, we all were.

She brought with her a threadbare bag;

Quite off white.

She held it tight.

And who am I to judge it may have contained great value.

In my bag- there were only clothes. Nothing I couldn’t get rid of;

Nothing I couldn’t replace if necessary.

The train is filling–

I was filling with anxiety…

Who will be sitting next to me?


I took a four pills last night

Two more than any doctor would recommend

It wasn’t for pleasure

It wasn’t for pain

I was looking for the cure to my consternation

Losing Grip

She recalls finding herself in a dark room.

Without stop- looking left and then to her right.

She thought if she’d look up she’d surly be taken and if she looked down she’d certainly fall.


I prayed I could believe you, then we’d be alright.

Although now everything you told me, the things just don’t apply…

To the way—

To what I feel inside.

Loving you was easy, once upon a time.

But, now my suspicions of you have multiplied.

And it’s all because you lied.

Unique Blogger Award Nomination

Wow, a Unique Blogger Award nomination… I’m honored! Thank you Whatshuntingrita for continually supporting me and my work. I’m so excited the piece you choose to nominate was actually one of the pieces closest to my heart!

Below are the questions and responses, enjoy.

1. What is your goal in blogging? Who do you hope to reach?

I hope to reach all those who have been through similar trails as i have– in love and life. My goal truly is to help others see that there isn’t necessarily a panacea for trouble, but that there is always a way of coping, properly with life’s pangs.

2. What is your favorite past-time outside of blogging? What defines you?

I love laughing! My favorite past-time is definitely laughing, and making others do the same. I’ll say my optimism defines me, because I’ve been through some shit in life… can i say shit?

3. Share with us your favorite inspirational quote.

We have so much time and so little to do. Strike that, reverse it.<
Roald Dahl

Everybody is a genius, but if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live it’s entire live believing that it is stupid. < em> -Albert Einstein

Thank you so much for taking the time to read. Best of luck to all the nominees.

Best Regards,


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