day forty one

the world

that world we see in brochures,

all pretty and perfect,

all photoshopped...

that isn't real.

never has, 

never will be.

but how much would we pay

for it to be so?

day forty

shooting star

so pretty,

a flash of light

brightens the sky.

here one moment, 

gone the next.

it will always 

reappear. 

day thirty nine

poetic justice

a girl today tripped

as she 

made her final bow.

oh, poor thing

most would say

but this is a girl i hate.

it made me smirk when she tripped.

just mean...or poetic justice?

day thirty eight

fade away

so much history, so many faces.

no one's remembered, lost

as they day they 

fade

away.

day thirty seven

blank page

all this white

just waiting for black squiggles to 

fill it up.

day thirty six

more than

you are more than what

you see in the mirror, more

than just a 

reflection. 

you are more than what's just

on the outside,

although many don't look at it

like that.

day thirty five

[being single on] valentine's day

it's everywhere,

all pink and red and white

heart shaped,

glitter.

as it someone vomited up

valentine's day. 

or perhaps pepto bismol

when will it be over?