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.