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?

day thirty four

music

spiral away on the wind,

fly out in a shower of notes,

breath in a crescendo of words.

music.

day thirty three

meh

painting the world in shades of

meh,

so-so,

eh,

maybe.

a world of mediocrity. 

day thirty two

trapped

that sound of airplanes flying off into the distance,

into a sky of cloudless blue,

while i just sit here,

trapped.

day thirty one

silence

bike tires stopped, no cars around.

everyone wrapped up safely in houses,

i could be the only one around.

a blue sky shot through with strands of pink,

tall black silhouettes of trees,

dirty, bumpy road.

this is my world in this moment.

day thirty

500 words

only 500 words a day, 

but that's 500 to juggle around

swimming

studying

homework

and, of course,

procrastinating.

1000 words every two days.

not all that much.

and yet,

it feels good to 

finally be writing again.

day twenty nine

dreams come true

wanting to leave, to run.

it's nice here, you think,

but not the place where dreams are made.

it's a place for families, for growing up,

but not for making dreams come true.

day twenty eight

if you were here

if you were here, we'd do many things. 

laughing, playing, teasing, joking.

we'd get each other. 

it would be fun, happy,

laughter and love

in the air.

or perhaps we wouldn't do anything.

perhaps we'd just lie there and look up at the stars.

so big yet so small.

day twenty seven

a picture

a moment stretched into eternity,

a forever caught in the web of life.

everything's changed since then,

since that beautiful moment.

nothing's the same. 

i am not who i was.

you are not who you were.

but we live on in colored ink and

slick paper.

eternal.

day twenty six

music

notes fill you,

calm, 

streamlined,

neverending.

crush the dark parts down,

down,

make way for the light.

happiness. 

day twenty five

jealousy

feeling ugly and messy inside.

maybe as though someone shook you all up,

making you feel as though you were nothing more than

an old trash bin

filled to the brim with trash.

day twenty four

life

time flies,

everything falls.

something dies,

everything stalls.

day twenty three

sleep

tiredness, waves of want-to-be sleep

crash. eyes close, fades to black,

sleep.

i was tired when i wrote this.

day twenty two

forever

endless skies, 

forever sun. paradise, some call

it. beautiful eternity.

i call it forever.

day twenty one

happy

the calm assurance

that, despite what you say,

everything is all right, 

everything was all right,

and that everything will be all right.

days nineteen and twenty

day nineteen:

crying

feeling stupid, the tears roll
down your cheeks.

you have nothing to cry for
so many people have it worse than you.

yet you cry

day twenty:

hate it

hate feeling this way,
hate this mood you've put yourself into.

it's all you, all your
FAULT


and this makes it even
worse.

day eighteen

all the gray

such a delicate world we live in,

one so perfectly balanced.

one thing is good, and yet

too much of it is bad.

all the gray in the world, not just black-and-white,

it's all about balance.

day seventeen

stars

so small they are

so far-away.

so aware i am

of myself,

so close.

tangible.

but it's the stars

who last forever.

day sixteen

this is just.

this is just words on a 

page.

screen.

whatever.

brain's dead. 

inspiration: off.

what this is. 

day fifteen

the smile

such a small thing,

a curvature of your lips.

but it's aimed at me,

and now it means so much more

than just a smile. 

day fourteen

what you don't know

it's the kind of feeling

that simply

sneaks.

sneaks up to you,

taps you on the shoulder 

with its wicked-sharp claws. 

and as its poison seeps slowly

into your system, 

you've been caught.

even if you don't know it. 

day thirteen

possibility

sometimes,

the possibilities,

the hope,

hurt more 

than what's

to come. 

day twelve

depression

i just get this way

s o m e t i m e s.

quiet.

angry at everything.

drowning in a

sea of sorrow.

worst part it is?

it's all me. 

day eleven

softly

they tumble down, 

these leaves.

softly falling,

f l o a t i n g

down.

so softly 

they're barely

there. 

day ten

you

there's just something about

y-o-u

it's in your smile, 

the way it lights up your 

whole face.

or maybe your eyes,

the way they glitter with

a thousand joys.

i can't say what it is,

but i do know 

one thing. 

there's just something about

y-o-u.

day nine

eternity

each moment is eternity, 

eternities spun out from the 

thread of life.

so many eternities we are given,

so many chances,  and yet

some still waste them.

and so we have eternity.

enough time for everything, 

if only we use them right. 

day eight

a compliment

mere words, you say

just scratchings on a page,

or breaths of air.

nothing much.

anyone could do it.

but then, it's the thought that counts.

knowing that someone likes what you've done,

sees you in terms of the good

a drop of positivity can dilute a 

lake of 

negativity.

a compliment.

so simple, yet so 

powerful.

day seven

what this isn't

this is not here for you to

judge, 

to make you believe you
know everything about

me.

you don't.

this is for me, to show

myself

that i can indeed do this. 

this isn't about you.

never has been, never

will. 

day six

night sky

a sea of stars, an ocean of black

it stretches over the earth, 

entangles it in a blanket of calm. 

and here i sit, gazing up

so very small, so insignificant

nothing to the world.

day five

wanderlust

the sense you do not 

belong here

among all this.

to travel, to feel the shades

of the past as they whisper

long-ago stories. 

to find yourself in buildings,

in ancient stones and 

alive history. 

you yearn to 

be set free,

to wander. 

to achieve something great,

to become yourself,

you feel the pull to leave,

to wander.

day four

silence

silence is not the absence

of sound

or when there is nothing to be heard.

rather, it is the sound of something barely present

filling otherwise empty

air. 

day three

memories

swept away on a sea wind,

come to rest softly on the parched earth.

jagged rose petals ripped from the flower

fly across the land, f l o a t away.

these are days long gone, days to never

return again. 

softly floating, softly fading

the memories are faintly there. 

day two

the lament of death

it comes, it whispers

it withers and dies.

we all have an end. 

death is natural,

but not accepted.

feared.

why?

day one

we are

softly stirring. 

earth shattering.

sparks flying.

love is absolute.

or so we thought.

fireworks popping.

we will live forever.

embers dying.

light fading.

silence reigning.

what we are.

365 Poems, 365 Days

That's what I'll be using this blog for from now on. :]