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?

Sunday, February 3, 2013

day thirty four


spiral away on the wind,
fly out in a shower of notes,
breath in a crescendo of words.


Saturday, February 2, 2013

day thirty three


painting the world in shades of

a world of mediocrity. 

Friday, February 1, 2013

day thirty two


that sound of airplanes flying off into the distance,
into a sky of cloudless blue,
while i just sit here,

Thursday, January 31, 2013

day thirty one


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.

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

day thirty

500 words

only 500 words a day, 
but that's 500 to juggle around
and, of course,

1000 words every two days.
not all that much.
and yet,
it feels good to 
finally be writing again.

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

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.

Monday, January 28, 2013

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.

Sunday, January 27, 2013

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.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

day twenty six


notes fill you,

crush the dark parts down,
make way for the light.


Friday, January 25, 2013

day twenty five


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.

Thursday, January 24, 2013

day twenty four


time flies,
everything falls.
something dies,
everything stalls.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

day twenty three


tiredness, waves of want-to-be sleep
crash. eyes close, fades to black,

i was tired when i wrote this.

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

day twenty two


endless skies, 
forever sun. paradise, some call
it. beautiful eternity.

i call it forever.

Monday, January 21, 2013

day twenty one


the calm assurance
that, despite what you say,
everything is all right, 
everything was all right,
and that everything will be all right.

Sunday, January 20, 2013

days nineteen and twenty

day nineteen:


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

and this makes it even

Friday, January 18, 2013

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.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

day seventeen


so small they are
so far-away.

so aware i am
of myself,
so close.

but it's the stars
who last forever.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

day sixteen

this is just.

this is just words on a 

brain's dead. 
inspiration: off.

what this is. 

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

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. 

Monday, January 14, 2013

day fourteen

what you don't know

it's the kind of feeling
that simply

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. 

Sunday, January 13, 2013

day thirteen


the possibilities,
the hope,
hurt more 
than what's
to come. 

Saturday, January 12, 2013

day twelve


i just get this way
s o m e t i m e s.
angry at everything.
drowning in a
sea of sorrow.

worst part it is?

it's all me. 

Friday, January 11, 2013

day eleven


they tumble down, 
these leaves.
softly falling,
f l o a t i n g

so softly 
they're barely

Thursday, January 10, 2013

day ten


there's just something about

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

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

day nine


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. 

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

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 

a compliment.
so simple, yet so 

Monday, January 7, 2013

day seven

what this isn't

this is not here for you to
to make you believe you
know everything about

you don't.

this is for me, to show
that i can indeed do this. 

this isn't about you.
never has been, never

Sunday, January 6, 2013

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.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

day five


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.

Friday, January 4, 2013

day four


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

Thursday, January 3, 2013

day three


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. 

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

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.


Tuesday, January 1, 2013

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. :]