Sunday, February 10, 2013

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?

Saturday, February 9, 2013

day forty

shooting star

so pretty,
a flash of light
brightens the sky.
here one moment, 
gone the next.

it will always 

Friday, February 8, 2013

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?

Thursday, February 7, 2013

day thirty eight

fade away

so much history, so many faces.
no one's remembered, lost
as they day they 

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

day thirty seven

blank page

all this white
just waiting for black squiggles to 
fill it up.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

day thirty six

more than

you are more than what
you see in the mirror, more
than just a 
you are more than what's just
on the outside,
although many don't look at it
like that.

Monday, February 4, 2013

day thirty five

[being single on] valentine's day

it's everywhere,
all pink and red and white
heart shaped,

as it someone vomited up
valentine's day. 
or perhaps pepto bismol

when will it be over?