Started with an assigment
Just a thing
Just some words
Just to get a grade
Mostly silly
With no point
At that point
I did not know
That this would become a thing
A tool
A way
To let my feelings
Thoughts
Beliefes
Flow free
My poetry
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Day 115-The Probablity Of Failure When Taking Chances Is Slim Says The Optimist In Me
Feels like change
The kind one could get used to
Cling to
Feel safe around
In a world full of change
The type that scares you
Senseless
To fear any of it
Because
The chances
33.3% things will get better
33.3% things won't change
33.3% thing will get worse
Are nothing to be scared of
Not at all
The kind one could get used to
Cling to
Feel safe around
In a world full of change
The type that scares you
Senseless
To fear any of it
Because
The chances
33.3% things will get better
33.3% things won't change
33.3% thing will get worse
Are nothing to be scared of
Not at all
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Day 114-Before The Start
It is a fear
To dissapoint others
I've made up my mind
But to break the news
Is taking more time
Than it should
I don't want anger
Nor do I accept vengence
But sometimes it is just
Really hard
To say these things
That need to be said
Sooner
Or
Later
To dissapoint others
I've made up my mind
But to break the news
Is taking more time
Than it should
I don't want anger
Nor do I accept vengence
But sometimes it is just
Really hard
To say these things
That need to be said
Sooner
Or
Later
Day 113-Cookies Anyone
A life long
Told me
Do what you must
To just be happy
A simple mix
Of need
Of want
Of content
Of acceptance
Of warmth
In the heart
From the mind
Sometimes it is
It always is
Okay
To just do
What you feel
Is fine
Told me
Do what you must
To just be happy
A simple mix
Of need
Of want
Of content
Of acceptance
Of warmth
In the heart
From the mind
Sometimes it is
It always is
Okay
To just do
What you feel
Is fine
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Day 111-Just Standing Here
We stand before the ritual taking
It believes it has the rights
To our souls
We stand before the past
Present
As they nearly force us
To relive them through
We stand before the eyes
While each pair
Sits and waits
And sits and stares
And sits and judges
We stand before the future
Unknowing and innocent
Not much caring about the time
That was spent
Leaves one thinking a lot less
About
Where we stand today
It believes it has the rights
To our souls
We stand before the past
Present
As they nearly force us
To relive them through
We stand before the eyes
While each pair
Sits and waits
And sits and stares
And sits and judges
We stand before the future
Unknowing and innocent
Not much caring about the time
That was spent
Leaves one thinking a lot less
About
Where we stand today
Day 110-Just For Today
The sun shine
Through the panes
Windows glittering
With the promise
For today
I didn't win the lottery
But you saw no dissapoinment
In my blue eyes
I was just ready
For today
I can by another
Cart of groceries
More than anyone "needs"
Certainly more for
Just you and me
For today
The moon
Glitters on the lake
Not much at stake
But my heart
Waiting for the take
For today
This is the first day
Of my life
Through the panes
Windows glittering
With the promise
For today
I didn't win the lottery
But you saw no dissapoinment
In my blue eyes
I was just ready
For today
I can by another
Cart of groceries
More than anyone "needs"
Certainly more for
Just you and me
For today
The moon
Glitters on the lake
Not much at stake
But my heart
Waiting for the take
For today
This is the first day
Of my life
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Day 109-Vloggitys
Sitting in front of the camera
Or bringing it with
Typically not sponsered
By your big time network
Showings are not scheduled
Dialouge is not scripted
Although there may be just
A few notes involved
Some fall a bit short
Then the next day
Run seemingly long
Guess the unpredictable subject
By the heading right above
Only kind of sums up
The video blog
Rolled up in to one term
Vlog
Or bringing it with
Typically not sponsered
By your big time network
Showings are not scheduled
Dialouge is not scripted
Although there may be just
A few notes involved
Some fall a bit short
Then the next day
Run seemingly long
Guess the unpredictable subject
By the heading right above
Only kind of sums up
The video blog
Rolled up in to one term
Vlog
Monday, November 8, 2010
Day 108-I've Grown Attached To My Second Set Of Feet
Dingy laces
Faded canvas
Comes with every rare wash
And every adventure grand
That small hole in the side
Could possibly let in sand
Soles barely grip
A little water
Could mean a tiny slip
Soaks up rain from the bottom
Up in to my socks
Well worn shoes
Aged with frequent wear
Trade them in for a new pair
I almost would not dare
Faded canvas
Comes with every rare wash
And every adventure grand
That small hole in the side
Could possibly let in sand
Soles barely grip
A little water
Could mean a tiny slip
Soaks up rain from the bottom
Up in to my socks
Well worn shoes
Aged with frequent wear
Trade them in for a new pair
I almost would not dare
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Day 107-If I Randomly Die,I Hope I Die Here
The aroma of coffee
It drifts through the air
Inviting me in
The door is painted a dark green
The kind that is chipped from age
As well as for charm and effect
People inside sit by the windows
Reading their books,papers
Some write
Other just watch the passers by
The menus are handwritten
On real chalkboard choices await
Just above the counter where the register lay
It may be late at night
Slash
Early in the morn
But with company such as this
You can't help but feel warm
In this little coffee shop
I oh so adore
It drifts through the air
Inviting me in
The door is painted a dark green
The kind that is chipped from age
As well as for charm and effect
People inside sit by the windows
Reading their books,papers
Some write
Other just watch the passers by
The menus are handwritten
On real chalkboard choices await
Just above the counter where the register lay
It may be late at night
Slash
Early in the morn
But with company such as this
You can't help but feel warm
In this little coffee shop
I oh so adore
Day 106-Sometimes I Feel Kids Are Really Way Wise Beyond The Years
I could be a bird
Watch me fly
Almost float
Across the sky
Almost touching it
Oh so high
I could be a fish
In the ocean
See me swim
To and from
From and to
In the deep ocean blue
I could be a lion
Watch me stalk
Amongst the tall grass
Waiting for a motion
Searching for signal
Below the hot African sun
I could be anything
According to the small child
I used to be
Watch me fly
Almost float
Across the sky
Almost touching it
Oh so high
I could be a fish
In the ocean
See me swim
To and from
From and to
In the deep ocean blue
I could be a lion
Watch me stalk
Amongst the tall grass
Waiting for a motion
Searching for signal
Below the hot African sun
I could be anything
According to the small child
I used to be
Day 105-Time Prove Me Right
There was a time
A moment in it
I felt like the world was out to get me
No possible way for me to win it
Over
Problems I leapt
Over others I wept
Not one understanding tear
From them all
Confused
And almost relieved
As I finally realize I am
And begin to just
Move on
A moment in it
I felt like the world was out to get me
No possible way for me to win it
Over
Problems I leapt
Over others I wept
Not one understanding tear
From them all
Confused
And almost relieved
As I finally realize I am
And begin to just
Move on
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Day 104-Sometimes I Don't Have My Reasons
I smile
Randomly
I smile
I get questioned
For my reason
No there is nothing on your face
No you did you say anything
No I am not just now getting the punchline
No I did not just think of something that happened that one time
Sometimes
More often than not
I just
Smile
Randomly
I smile
I get questioned
For my reason
No there is nothing on your face
No you did you say anything
No I am not just now getting the punchline
No I did not just think of something that happened that one time
Sometimes
More often than not
I just
Smile
Day 103-Life Is Like A Giant Reality Show With More Substance And Better Characters
I come to wonder
Why people
Are so interested
In other people
Are we not interesting
Enough
Just by ourselves?
We take the good
The bad
The insane
The surreal
All of it
We study
We view
We critique
We want to be
These people
Just other people
Just like us
Why people
Are so interested
In other people
Are we not interesting
Enough
Just by ourselves?
We take the good
The bad
The insane
The surreal
All of it
We study
We view
We critique
We want to be
These people
Just other people
Just like us
Day 102-Worth It?
So much is being taken
Out of me
Inside
My bones moan
My muscles ache
Outside
Skin looks dry
Eyes look tired
And in some world
They would say
It is all
"Just another dollar earned"
Out of me
Inside
My bones moan
My muscles ache
Outside
Skin looks dry
Eyes look tired
And in some world
They would say
It is all
"Just another dollar earned"
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Day 101-These Beautiful Messes
Messed up pages
Full of bad grammar
Scratched out words
And randomly inserted
Missing letters
Read between the lines
What a beautiful mess
Paint on the carpet
On my skin
In my hair
Ugly smudges everywhere
Look at the canvas
What a beautiful mess
Equipment sitting around
Cameras and empty film canisters
Litter the ground
Scary eyes on a negative roll
Bring it out of the dark
What a beautiful mess
Messy hair
Awkward stance
Tiny hole in my pants
Sometimes mix up my sentences
Look at me
What a beautiful mess
Full of bad grammar
Scratched out words
And randomly inserted
Missing letters
Read between the lines
What a beautiful mess
Paint on the carpet
On my skin
In my hair
Ugly smudges everywhere
Look at the canvas
What a beautiful mess
Equipment sitting around
Cameras and empty film canisters
Litter the ground
Scary eyes on a negative roll
Bring it out of the dark
What a beautiful mess
Messy hair
Awkward stance
Tiny hole in my pants
Sometimes mix up my sentences
Look at me
What a beautiful mess
Monday, October 25, 2010
Day 100-Did You Celebrate Something Today?
Milestones
They happen all the time
But they are still a big thing
Not cliche
Nor overdone
Milestones
Usually pertain to numbers
The larger the better
Milestones
Some people make up their own
It doesn't hurt
Make you feel better
Accomplished
Milestones
Made for
Everyone
They happen all the time
But they are still a big thing
Not cliche
Nor overdone
Milestones
Usually pertain to numbers
The larger the better
Milestones
Some people make up their own
It doesn't hurt
Make you feel better
Accomplished
Milestones
Made for
Everyone
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Day 99-I Love The Smell Of Fresh Ink
A bit of random chatter
I hear the bell on the door ring
Music plays in the back ground
I find it is my favorite artist that sings
I'm called in to the room
Asked to take a seat
I sit and tap my fingers
And my nervous feet
I get in to the zone
The happy one I know
I hear a buzz
It is just a test
The artist ask me if I'm ready
What's next is a prick
I kind of burns
But not just enough to make tears churn
My eyes drift south
I want to see what's going down
I am kind of entranced
The pain
I can handle this
Some time floats by
And I take a deep sigh
And look at the guy
The deed is done
I must say
Getting my first tattoo
Was great fun
I hear the bell on the door ring
Music plays in the back ground
I find it is my favorite artist that sings
I'm called in to the room
Asked to take a seat
I sit and tap my fingers
And my nervous feet
I get in to the zone
The happy one I know
I hear a buzz
It is just a test
The artist ask me if I'm ready
What's next is a prick
I kind of burns
But not just enough to make tears churn
My eyes drift south
I want to see what's going down
I am kind of entranced
The pain
I can handle this
Some time floats by
And I take a deep sigh
And look at the guy
The deed is done
I must say
Getting my first tattoo
Was great fun
Day 98-Takes The Trail Marked Off The Map
The grass lining the path
Is soft and green
No stickers
So I can walk with
Bare feet
The trees shading the path
Are tall and great
Covering me with wisdom
Only growing more beautiful
With age
The flowers along the path
Are lovely
Simple in make
Sweet in smell
The perfect natural perfume
To be held
The dirt that makes the path
Is damp
But not rocky
Close to being sand
The perfect example of
Land
The girl that walks the path
Knows what was left behind
Knows not what is to come
She can only claim to be
Human
Is soft and green
No stickers
So I can walk with
Bare feet
The trees shading the path
Are tall and great
Covering me with wisdom
Only growing more beautiful
With age
The flowers along the path
Are lovely
Simple in make
Sweet in smell
The perfect natural perfume
To be held
The dirt that makes the path
Is damp
But not rocky
Close to being sand
The perfect example of
Land
The girl that walks the path
Knows what was left behind
Knows not what is to come
She can only claim to be
Human
Day 97-I Know Who Made Me
Hair
Nails
Legs
Arms
Skin
Eyes
Hands
Feet
Nose
Lips
Toes
Fingers
Stomach
Basic parts
Gathered
And tweaked
Put together
With unique attention
Designed
Especially for
Me
By someone
The The One
The Only
He
Nails
Legs
Arms
Skin
Eyes
Hands
Feet
Nose
Lips
Toes
Fingers
Stomach
Basic parts
Gathered
And tweaked
Put together
With unique attention
Designed
Especially for
Me
By someone
The The One
The Only
He
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Day 96-Things My Grandmother Taught Me
The past years
The past five
To be exact
Have come and gone
At a steady pace
There has been so much pain
So much sorrow
So much anger
And some happiness too
But this world
Living here the past five years
Have not been quite the same
Without the physical living
You
Changed my life
Taught me lessons
Only grandmothers can teach
Cut short was the time
But I kept it strong
Something I learned from you
Like I also learned
To keep on living
To keep on moving on
To keep on singing
To keep on marching
With this drum of mine
Because we will speak again
In God's good time
The past five
To be exact
Have come and gone
At a steady pace
There has been so much pain
So much sorrow
So much anger
And some happiness too
But this world
Living here the past five years
Have not been quite the same
Without the physical living
You
Changed my life
Taught me lessons
Only grandmothers can teach
Cut short was the time
But I kept it strong
Something I learned from you
Like I also learned
To keep on living
To keep on moving on
To keep on singing
To keep on marching
With this drum of mine
Because we will speak again
In God's good time
Day 95-Quick, Before It Is Too Late
Some spend half
Of a lifetime
Learning
Sitting
Listening
Copying down
What others feel they
"Need to know"
Only to regret
What they did
Not get to do
All the things
That they wanted
Became submerged
In "obligation"
Sadly to never
Realize
That
Until it becomes
Just that
Just another
Regret
Of a lifetime
Learning
Sitting
Listening
Copying down
What others feel they
"Need to know"
Only to regret
What they did
Not get to do
All the things
That they wanted
Became submerged
In "obligation"
Sadly to never
Realize
That
Until it becomes
Just that
Just another
Regret
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Day 94-If I Try I Think I Could Just Touch A Star
I made the journey
To the top of the mountain
Stood there at the peak
Filled with too many things
To be able to even speak
That was a difficult task
The climb to the summit
Where I beheld it all
This moment
Made me feel
Smaller than it all
Taller than all
That was left
At the bottom
To the top of the mountain
Stood there at the peak
Filled with too many things
To be able to even speak
That was a difficult task
The climb to the summit
Where I beheld it all
This moment
Made me feel
Smaller than it all
Taller than all
That was left
At the bottom
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Day 93-May I Have This Dance?
The beat
Slow and steady
Calms
Your busy feet
So you can
Grab a hand
Of someone
Hopefully you can
Stand
Holding close
A person
You care for
Your steps
Not squishing any toes
Now
The silence vs speak
Debate whatever
Just take this
Slow dance
In stride
For it won't
Last forever
Slow and steady
Calms
Your busy feet
So you can
Grab a hand
Of someone
Hopefully you can
Stand
Holding close
A person
You care for
Your steps
Not squishing any toes
Now
The silence vs speak
Debate whatever
Just take this
Slow dance
In stride
For it won't
Last forever
Day 92-I'm Sorry Teacher But Love Ate My Homework,I Swear
Love can't
Pay the bills
Love can't
Make you dinner
Love can't
Tie your shoes
Love can't
Write the news
Love can't
Change your oil
Love can't
Make your food spoil
Love can't
Take out the garbage
Love can't
Bring in the fall harvest
Love can't
Do a lot of things
In the literal sense
Love can
Accomplish anything
Love can
If you let it do so
Pay the bills
Love can't
Make you dinner
Love can't
Tie your shoes
Love can't
Write the news
Love can't
Change your oil
Love can't
Make your food spoil
Love can't
Take out the garbage
Love can't
Bring in the fall harvest
Love can't
Do a lot of things
In the literal sense
Love can
Accomplish anything
Love can
If you let it do so
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Day 91-I Don't Mind, Don't Mind me
I don't mind
Waking up
I don't mind
Doing chores
Working hard
Getting stuff done
I don't mind
The way people treat me
Even if its not the best
Because I feel
How I end up treating them
Is the true test
I don't mind
Telling my secrets
I don't mind
Keeping yours
I don't mind
Holding open
Or
Closing
The left open door
I don't mind
Any more
Than I did
Yesterday
And
The day before
Waking up
I don't mind
Doing chores
Working hard
Getting stuff done
I don't mind
The way people treat me
Even if its not the best
Because I feel
How I end up treating them
Is the true test
I don't mind
Telling my secrets
I don't mind
Keeping yours
I don't mind
Holding open
Or
Closing
The left open door
I don't mind
Any more
Than I did
Yesterday
And
The day before
Day 90-This Was Me Yesterday And The Day Before That
I like a little surprise
A little jolt
To my system
It helps me to see things
A bit less
Like a television rerun
Some kind of over written
Cliche
The universe is
"Be kind rewind"
With my life
Everyday
I stroll and wait
For something
To mix things up
Some day
A little jolt
To my system
It helps me to see things
A bit less
Like a television rerun
Some kind of over written
Cliche
The universe is
"Be kind rewind"
With my life
Everyday
I stroll and wait
For something
To mix things up
Some day
Friday, October 15, 2010
Day 89-A Reverse Wonderland And This Time Alice Wants To Go Back
You'll often find
I stay inside my mind
Sitting in a seemingly
Empty space
You'll see me staring
In to it
As if my mind has been
Erased
People try to bring me
Back to the surface
How dare they
What did I do to deserve
This
Why would anyone
Wish to
At this time
Bring me out of
The safety of my head
Where things free flow
And where I'll always
Know this
Is just a dream
As silly as it all seems
I find it a nice vacation
From this world
Outside of me
I stay inside my mind
Sitting in a seemingly
Empty space
You'll see me staring
In to it
As if my mind has been
Erased
People try to bring me
Back to the surface
How dare they
What did I do to deserve
This
Why would anyone
Wish to
At this time
Bring me out of
The safety of my head
Where things free flow
And where I'll always
Know this
Is just a dream
As silly as it all seems
I find it a nice vacation
From this world
Outside of me
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Day 88-And Just Like That She Was Gone
She changed her name
Then changed her hair
Left a note
Told you she was going
Somewhere
She said she would be back
She requested
You not to follow
Her foot steps
Because they might
Not match your own
She changed your life
Hoping you would
Change your life
On your own
Then changed her hair
Left a note
Told you she was going
Somewhere
She said she would be back
She requested
You not to follow
Her foot steps
Because they might
Not match your own
She changed your life
Hoping you would
Change your life
On your own
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Day 87-I Came Across A Fork Only Discovered By Dreamers
The trail is
Marked on the map
With quartz clear
Directions
Standing at an intersection
One feels the need
To choose
Or to flee
The road less traveled
Makes the pavement more
Complete
Just choose the path
That one you imagine
And that my friend
Is were you should
Turn your feet
Marked on the map
With quartz clear
Directions
Standing at an intersection
One feels the need
To choose
Or to flee
The road less traveled
Makes the pavement more
Complete
Just choose the path
That one you imagine
And that my friend
Is were you should
Turn your feet
Monday, October 11, 2010
Day 86-I'm Going To Give Myself A Hug Real Quick
I love myself
I really do
When I am sitting
At home
Alone in my room
There I am invincible
The perfect charmer of a
Girl
I wish I could just show this
To the world
I love myself
Outwardly awkward
And sure
Of myself
Thank you
For shining a light
On all of my
"Problems"
I love myself
Because I've
Embraced them
I really do
When I am sitting
At home
Alone in my room
There I am invincible
The perfect charmer of a
Girl
I wish I could just show this
To the world
I love myself
Outwardly awkward
And sure
Of myself
Thank you
For shining a light
On all of my
"Problems"
I love myself
Because I've
Embraced them
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Day 85-This Is Less Than An A, B Conversation
Oh,you want to talk to me?
Through a text I see...
Give it a try
Hope you intend to
Conversate
You ask me what I'm doing
I will tell you
Please don't one word
Reply me
With full thoughts please
Because
You
Initiated
This conversation with me
Through a text I see...
Give it a try
Hope you intend to
Conversate
You ask me what I'm doing
I will tell you
Please don't one word
Reply me
With full thoughts please
Because
You
Initiated
This conversation with me
Day 84-You Better Tell Me While I'm Standing Here
If you think I'm stunning
If you think I'm lovely
If you think I'm cunning
If you call me pretty
If you call me cute
If you like my smile
If you love my eyes
If you have every part of me
Memorized
If you are mesmerized
Just look me in the eye
Tell me what you feel inside
You don't see me running
If you think I'm lovely
If you think I'm cunning
If you call me pretty
If you call me cute
If you like my smile
If you love my eyes
If you have every part of me
Memorized
If you are mesmerized
Just look me in the eye
Tell me what you feel inside
You don't see me running
Day 83-I Want You To See It To
I see it behind my eyes
Right inside my mind
Just as the lyrics float by
I want to bring it to life
All of these images I am seeing
Inside
The story is there
I want to interpret
Every single thing
I want it to play
On the screen
Because I feel
These pictures
Need to be seen
Right inside my mind
Just as the lyrics float by
I want to bring it to life
All of these images I am seeing
Inside
The story is there
I want to interpret
Every single thing
I want it to play
On the screen
Because I feel
These pictures
Need to be seen
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Day 82-In And Out Of The Box
This box is a container
Shipped from place to place
This box is a vessel
Which must be handle with grace
Filled with cherished things
That just make one person's heart sing
This box is abused
Thrown and kicked about
Torn open on Christmas
And just tossed out
This box is a memory
A fortress
A castle
A great hiding place
And one of my
Favorite childhood play things
Shipped from place to place
This box is a vessel
Which must be handle with grace
Filled with cherished things
That just make one person's heart sing
This box is abused
Thrown and kicked about
Torn open on Christmas
And just tossed out
This box is a memory
A fortress
A castle
A great hiding place
And one of my
Favorite childhood play things
Day 81-In Today's News
Good news in the morning
Bad news at night
These mixed signals
Are what give me a fright
A baby was born
Five people now dead
I feel as if they are messing
With my head
I try to filter out
The nonsense
The positive
I have to help myself out
For good is good
For bad is bad
One can only believe
Half of what's said
Because chances are
The stories
Are only half read
Bad news at night
These mixed signals
Are what give me a fright
A baby was born
Five people now dead
I feel as if they are messing
With my head
I try to filter out
The nonsense
The positive
I have to help myself out
For good is good
For bad is bad
One can only believe
Half of what's said
Because chances are
The stories
Are only half read
Day 80-Rise And Shine
I like to be my own alarm
My own wake up call
Maybe I like to sleep through
Some things
Are worth waking up for
Like a sunrise
If I am up that early
You'll see a sleepy look
In my eyes
Something gooky will arise
If I wake on my own
I might actually seem a little bit happy
Although my hair will probably look nappy
I don't doubt my words will make
Nonsense
Probably speaking in a made up tense
Just give me some time
I'm nearly grown
I think am pretty capable
Of waking up on my own
My own wake up call
Maybe I like to sleep through
Some things
Are worth waking up for
Like a sunrise
If I am up that early
You'll see a sleepy look
In my eyes
Something gooky will arise
If I wake on my own
I might actually seem a little bit happy
Although my hair will probably look nappy
I don't doubt my words will make
Nonsense
Probably speaking in a made up tense
Just give me some time
I'm nearly grown
I think am pretty capable
Of waking up on my own
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Day 79-Out Of Order Please Come Back Later
I just don't know
I'm scratching my head
Racking my brain
This makes me feel
As if I have gone insane
In the bad way
Not the good
The wires just arent connecting
Under this hood
For today
The signals are crossed
I am just not winning
But I yet to have lost
I'll just admit that I'm human
Cut the cost
For today on this paper
For words
I'm at a loss
After some rest
And some cereal in a bowl
My brain bomb is ticking
Ready to
Blow your mind
I'm scratching my head
Racking my brain
This makes me feel
As if I have gone insane
In the bad way
Not the good
The wires just arent connecting
Under this hood
For today
The signals are crossed
I am just not winning
But I yet to have lost
I'll just admit that I'm human
Cut the cost
For today on this paper
For words
I'm at a loss
After some rest
And some cereal in a bowl
My brain bomb is ticking
Ready to
Blow your mind
Monday, October 4, 2010
Day 78-World's Worst Juliette
I am
World's Worst Juliette
I don't fall in love so quick
It takes more than a kiss
And a few sweet words
To make me feel like that
This girl can't fall for a guy
At the drop of a hat
I won't agree to run away
And get married the very next day
I would wait
To see if things would go the right way
I deliver my own messages
To make sure none
Of my words get lost
I will not give up
Even if the worst were true
I would be still until I knew
You will never find a dagger
Through my emotionally
Distraught heart
I am
World's Worst Juliette
Because of love
I won't let my self die
Wether you're here
Or gone
I am
World's Worst Juliette
Because for love
I choose to live
World's Worst Juliette
I don't fall in love so quick
It takes more than a kiss
And a few sweet words
To make me feel like that
This girl can't fall for a guy
At the drop of a hat
I won't agree to run away
And get married the very next day
I would wait
To see if things would go the right way
I deliver my own messages
To make sure none
Of my words get lost
I will not give up
Even if the worst were true
I would be still until I knew
You will never find a dagger
Through my emotionally
Distraught heart
I am
World's Worst Juliette
Because of love
I won't let my self die
Wether you're here
Or gone
I am
World's Worst Juliette
Because for love
I choose to live
Day 77-You Can Turn Around Now
You can
Turn a knob
Twist a cap
Turn a corner
Twist your hips
Turn a table
Contort a smile
Spin a fable
Walk a mile
Change the subject
Or
You can
Turn around
Turn a knob
Twist a cap
Turn a corner
Twist your hips
Turn a table
Contort a smile
Spin a fable
Walk a mile
Change the subject
Or
You can
Turn around
Day 76-Eating And Reading And Relaxing
Peanut butter on my sandwich
Pink lemonade in my cup
In which a pink neon bendy straw
I have stuck
My hair behind my ears
Settled out on the porch
Just a simple day
I don't have to work
No commands
No stress
No confusion
Sitting in the "indian style"
With a book on my lap
On this day
I plan
To just sit here like this
And read for a while
Pink lemonade in my cup
In which a pink neon bendy straw
I have stuck
My hair behind my ears
Settled out on the porch
Just a simple day
I don't have to work
No commands
No stress
No confusion
Sitting in the "indian style"
With a book on my lap
On this day
I plan
To just sit here like this
And read for a while
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Day 75-Shine
Diamond in the sky
You make my heart sigh
With a deep releasing breath
I make the wishes in my head
Like a lonely dream
For only your eyes to see
Diamond in the sky
Can you hear my soul cry?
Like a deafening scream
In real silence
I hope you heard
This one little dream
For lack of better words
Diamond in the sky
I just want to see you
Shine
You make my heart sigh
With a deep releasing breath
I make the wishes in my head
Like a lonely dream
For only your eyes to see
Diamond in the sky
Can you hear my soul cry?
Like a deafening scream
In real silence
I hope you heard
This one little dream
For lack of better words
Diamond in the sky
I just want to see you
Shine
Day 74-The Midnight Train Took Her On A Journey
The midnight train
Took her somewhere
Strange
In to the unknown
She got the courage
To go
Sitting in the seat
With her lucky shoes on
She feels like she's living
Her favorite song
Took her somewhere
Strange
In to the unknown
She got the courage
To go
Sitting in the seat
With her lucky shoes on
She feels like she's living
Her favorite song
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Day 73-She Will Wait
She will wait
But not just here
She will wait
And go everywhere
Just to stand still
She will wait
But experience the world
As she always dreamed
She will wait
While she is crossing
Countries
States
Cities
Towns
Streets
Yards
Rooms
She will move
But with a heart
That is emotionally
Waiting
For
You should move
For
She will wait
But not just here
She will wait
And go everywhere
Just to stand still
She will wait
But experience the world
As she always dreamed
She will wait
While she is crossing
Countries
States
Cities
Towns
Streets
Yards
Rooms
She will move
But with a heart
That is emotionally
Waiting
For
You should move
For
She will wait
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Day 72-No Matter If I Keep It A Secret Or Tell You The Truth Someone Will Cry
I want to tell you
That I'm not over you
At least not right now
But you should know
That someday
I might be...
Or just better at hiding it
That I'm not over you
At least not right now
But you should know
That someday
I might be...
Or just better at hiding it
Day 71-Remembering The Past For Presents Sake
I don't remember much
Just the important stuff
I think too much
I tend to overanalyze things
Like your words
And the absence of
I don't speak very often
But when I do
It does mean something
Even when
It makes no sense
That we live in the past
For we always live
In the here
And the now
If I ever
Want to know how
I will pull out the
Once upon a time
And remember
How
Your heart found mine
Just the important stuff
I think too much
I tend to overanalyze things
Like your words
And the absence of
I don't speak very often
But when I do
It does mean something
Even when
It makes no sense
That we live in the past
For we always live
In the here
And the now
If I ever
Want to know how
I will pull out the
Once upon a time
And remember
How
Your heart found mine
Day 70-I Hope You Think Of Me
I hope you think of me
When you hear my favorite band
I hope you think of me
When it is cold outside
I hope you think of me
When my name is mentioned
I hope you think of me
When you read my words
I hope you think of me
When you drive that road
I hope you think of me
Every time you play that chord
I hope you think of me
When that movie comes on
I hope you think of me
I just do
When you hear my favorite band
I hope you think of me
When it is cold outside
I hope you think of me
When my name is mentioned
I hope you think of me
When you read my words
I hope you think of me
When you drive that road
I hope you think of me
Every time you play that chord
I hope you think of me
When that movie comes on
I hope you think of me
I just do
Day 69-Wind Down
On nights like this
Right before the night consumes
The country side
And the suburban homes
I want to take walks alone
To smell the wind
Feel the chill
To trek up
Then back down the hill
I want to crunch the leaves
And shuffle my feet
Listen to my own heartbeat
Watch as the stars
And the lights of a few cars
A yawn escapes my mouth
I silently turn around
Happy to have found the peace
To just wind down
Right before the night consumes
The country side
And the suburban homes
I want to take walks alone
To smell the wind
Feel the chill
To trek up
Then back down the hill
I want to crunch the leaves
And shuffle my feet
Listen to my own heartbeat
Watch as the stars
And the lights of a few cars
A yawn escapes my mouth
I silently turn around
Happy to have found the peace
To just wind down
Day 68-Halloween Night
This season enchants me
Maybe I should be scared
At what it does to me
Made to give people the spooks
Perhaps
Reveal and face their deepest fears
You can hide behind
Any deceptive design
Like a fairy tale princess
Or good old father time
The days lead up
To one haunting evening
Where people roam the street
In the darkness of night
Some asking for sweetness
Others looking for a fright
There is just something I love
Something I crave
About the time of
And leading up to
Halloween night
Maybe I should be scared
At what it does to me
Made to give people the spooks
Perhaps
Reveal and face their deepest fears
You can hide behind
Any deceptive design
Like a fairy tale princess
Or good old father time
The days lead up
To one haunting evening
Where people roam the street
In the darkness of night
Some asking for sweetness
Others looking for a fright
There is just something I love
Something I crave
About the time of
And leading up to
Halloween night
Day 67-The World In CinemaScope
I see the world in CinemaScope
The images
The words
The angles
I get distracted
From this thing called "reality"
And tend to watch it cinematically
Each person
Group of people
All the star
Of their own feature movie
I just wonder
Try to decide
Where exactly they are
In their storyline
Are they in a similar place
Or somewhere totally different
From where I am in mine
And are they even aware
Of how I see
Through these eyes of mine
The images
The words
The angles
I get distracted
From this thing called "reality"
And tend to watch it cinematically
Each person
Group of people
All the star
Of their own feature movie
I just wonder
Try to decide
Where exactly they are
In their storyline
Are they in a similar place
Or somewhere totally different
From where I am in mine
And are they even aware
Of how I see
Through these eyes of mine
Day 65-In Few Words
That is Paige
She is a quiet girl
Does not say much
Unless you listen for her words
They are rare
As they are few
She is a quiet girl
Does not say much
Unless you listen for her words
They are rare
As they are few
Day 64-A Child's Game
Count to 10
You will see me again
Just look under the bed
Or behind the couch
Check the wardrobe
Or your magical pouch
I might give myself away
If you just look about
When you spot me
Remember to shout
Let me know I've
Been found out
You will see me again
Just look under the bed
Or behind the couch
Check the wardrobe
Or your magical pouch
I might give myself away
If you just look about
When you spot me
Remember to shout
Let me know I've
Been found out
Day 63-Being Able To Distinguish Good From Bad
I don't know
But I want to know
So many things now
It has been a long time coming
The sheltered little girl
Looks at what she has been missing
Reaches out to touch
Only to be denied again
Her hand smacked away
Only the good
In the light
Shield thine eyes
From the darkness
They don't want her to know this
Exist
But the little girl is almost
A woman
Who knows
You have to see both
To distinguish
One from
The other
But I want to know
So many things now
It has been a long time coming
The sheltered little girl
Looks at what she has been missing
Reaches out to touch
Only to be denied again
Her hand smacked away
Only the good
In the light
Shield thine eyes
From the darkness
They don't want her to know this
Exist
But the little girl is almost
A woman
Who knows
You have to see both
To distinguish
One from
The other
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Day 62-Dear,World September 19,2010
Dear,World
I just want you to know that I am awesome. I will let you know that I am insecure,like most humans. I also tend to be more willing to admit my faults than others.
But,yeah. I am awesome,and I have some useful talents. Most of them involve creating things. I guess you could call me artsy. I have a quiet personality,and am hella good listener.
And I am also pretty good with words. I know quite a few large ones,but prefer the simple ones. In that department I would consider myself a poet in the way I compose my words on paper to express my feelings and ideas.
World,if you noticed me for a second you would know what people who know me do the good and the bad,but that is the thing you don't notice me.
I am what is describe as "meek." And you look at me and say that I will never do anything I want to do,that I will never be sucessful because I am so.
But I am guessing you have yet to hear this...
"The meek shall inherit the Earth."
What comes to mind is that nerd that got picked on in school who grows up to be the boss of those who once tormented them.
Yeah,I am not much a leader as in the situation above,but my opinions have something to offer,at least I believe so. They are usually so simple,and easy,concept wise,that they are seen as crazy. But I don't really like to stress about complicated things,or things made out to be that way.
And World,I know you do your best to keep me as sans sanity as you can,in a negative way.
But what you don't realize about me is I see through your lies more often than not.
And World I know I am lucky like that.
Thank you for treating me like just another face in the crowd,without that I don't think I would have ever had the courage to realize and believe that I am a special,unique,awesome individual.
And this is to you,but to the part of you humans made,the society part,those within you who think they have the power to tell me who decide who I want to,and who I am to be.
I don't expect to hear from you anytime soon reguarding this letter.
But if I do,that would be just interesting.
I will write again soon.
Sincerely,
Shawn Paige Turner
I just want you to know that I am awesome. I will let you know that I am insecure,like most humans. I also tend to be more willing to admit my faults than others.
But,yeah. I am awesome,and I have some useful talents. Most of them involve creating things. I guess you could call me artsy. I have a quiet personality,and am hella good listener.
And I am also pretty good with words. I know quite a few large ones,but prefer the simple ones. In that department I would consider myself a poet in the way I compose my words on paper to express my feelings and ideas.
World,if you noticed me for a second you would know what people who know me do the good and the bad,but that is the thing you don't notice me.
I am what is describe as "meek." And you look at me and say that I will never do anything I want to do,that I will never be sucessful because I am so.
But I am guessing you have yet to hear this...
"The meek shall inherit the Earth."
What comes to mind is that nerd that got picked on in school who grows up to be the boss of those who once tormented them.
Yeah,I am not much a leader as in the situation above,but my opinions have something to offer,at least I believe so. They are usually so simple,and easy,concept wise,that they are seen as crazy. But I don't really like to stress about complicated things,or things made out to be that way.
And World,I know you do your best to keep me as sans sanity as you can,in a negative way.
But what you don't realize about me is I see through your lies more often than not.
And World I know I am lucky like that.
Thank you for treating me like just another face in the crowd,without that I don't think I would have ever had the courage to realize and believe that I am a special,unique,awesome individual.
And this is to you,but to the part of you humans made,the society part,those within you who think they have the power to tell me who decide who I want to,and who I am to be.
I don't expect to hear from you anytime soon reguarding this letter.
But if I do,that would be just interesting.
I will write again soon.
Sincerely,
Shawn Paige Turner
Day 61-Seasons Of The Years
They know my light
They know my dark
They have heard my words
They have studied my heart
They made precious memories
They hid precious tears
They created so much beauty
They unleashed so many fears
These ever changing personalites
Have seen
Will see me
Through these
Always ending
Never surrendering
They are
The seasons of the years
They know my dark
They have heard my words
They have studied my heart
They made precious memories
They hid precious tears
They created so much beauty
They unleashed so many fears
These ever changing personalites
Have seen
Will see me
Through these
Always ending
Never surrendering
They are
The seasons of the years
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Day 60-To Prove Something To Myself
I don't have
Anything
To prove
To you
But I am going to do it anyway
Because
I do have
Something
To prove
To me
Anything
To prove
To you
But I am going to do it anyway
Because
I do have
Something
To prove
To me
Day 59-What We Ha(ve)d
I feel it a shame
That this story goes
Untold
It is a short one
Barely even a chapter
In this book
But it is true
There is so much discussion
Room
To analyze
What was felt
What was seen
Through the eyes
Of the beholder
It seemed like another
Shot in the dark
Another thing
That ended
Very sad
But
No one can deny
This thing we
Ha(ve)d
That this story goes
Untold
It is a short one
Barely even a chapter
In this book
But it is true
There is so much discussion
Room
To analyze
What was felt
What was seen
Through the eyes
Of the beholder
It seemed like another
Shot in the dark
Another thing
That ended
Very sad
But
No one can deny
This thing we
Ha(ve)d
Day 58-Everything Is All Right
Some may call it
Betrayal
That you left me be
Put me out for sale
But it is all good
Some things
Just get stale
Like saltine crackers
But that does not mean
They fail
Once upon a time
Super tasty
Maybe things
Just got a bit hasty
In the aging process
Someone just decided
To take on a different fight
Or earn a right for a different life
Either way
Everything is all right
Betrayal
That you left me be
Put me out for sale
But it is all good
Some things
Just get stale
Like saltine crackers
But that does not mean
They fail
Once upon a time
Super tasty
Maybe things
Just got a bit hasty
In the aging process
Someone just decided
To take on a different fight
Or earn a right for a different life
Either way
Everything is all right
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Day 57-A Great Hope
All about hope
We crave
Something to
Cling to
Pray for a person
For almost anything
For some
It is as simple as
Just singing
Sweet simple words
That lifts their hearts
For a few
It is some silence
Just them
And what is out there
Time together
Fused with
Time to think
For others
Its is a being
A sense of it
Or a greater one
Like a great God
Who keeps loving
Even the smallest
Of us all
We crave
Something to
Cling to
Pray for a person
For almost anything
For some
It is as simple as
Just singing
Sweet simple words
That lifts their hearts
For a few
It is some silence
Just them
And what is out there
Time together
Fused with
Time to think
For others
Its is a being
A sense of it
Or a greater one
Like a great God
Who keeps loving
Even the smallest
Of us all
Day 56-My Blue Eyes
They twinkle like stars
Like the bight city lights
Tears might fall out
Like rain from the skies
Colors change
Shades tend to vary
From grey like storm clouds
To blue like ocean tides
Open like windows
Closed like silence
Want emotion?
There is where you'll find it
My blue eyes
Doors to my heart
Windows to my soul
Like the bight city lights
Tears might fall out
Like rain from the skies
Colors change
Shades tend to vary
From grey like storm clouds
To blue like ocean tides
Open like windows
Closed like silence
Want emotion?
There is where you'll find it
My blue eyes
Doors to my heart
Windows to my soul
Day 55-The Snuggler and The Cuddler
The cuddler
Holds one close
With love
With affection
The snuggler
Settles in
Feels the warmth
Feels the comfort
The cuddler
The snuggler
Meet
The snuggler
The cuddler
Click
The cuddler
Embraces
The snuggler
Does too
The snuggler
Feels the emotion
The cuddler
Is putting through
The cuddler
Knows just what to say
The snuggler
Suddenly feels okay
The snuggler
and
The cuddler
It was meant to
Be this way
Holds one close
With love
With affection
The snuggler
Settles in
Feels the warmth
Feels the comfort
The cuddler
The snuggler
Meet
The snuggler
The cuddler
Click
The cuddler
Embraces
The snuggler
Does too
The snuggler
Feels the emotion
The cuddler
Is putting through
The cuddler
Knows just what to say
The snuggler
Suddenly feels okay
The snuggler
and
The cuddler
It was meant to
Be this way
Day 54-I Wasn't Looking
I wasn't looking
For a lover
Or even a friend
I was looking
For myself
And just to keep
Those close
Which I had in my hands
I was searching
For a home
Just trying to
Not feel alone
I wasn't looking
For anything
Or really anyone
Days becoming
Nothing short of
A droning routine
I was falling asleep
I wasn't looking
For a lover
Or even a friend
But I am
So glad
That at this point
You found me
For a lover
Or even a friend
I was looking
For myself
And just to keep
Those close
Which I had in my hands
I was searching
For a home
Just trying to
Not feel alone
I wasn't looking
For anything
Or really anyone
Days becoming
Nothing short of
A droning routine
I was falling asleep
I wasn't looking
For a lover
Or even a friend
But I am
So glad
That at this point
You found me
Day 53-The Ballad of Marylin and Roel-Chapter 3:Roel
Roel
Roel wanted to know so much. Marylin was hard to gain response from,and he could tell that she was highly guarded. Knowing that just made him want to know why she was so even more,but knew that would happen in due time.
He unlocked the door do his apartment to his room mate asleep on the couch,and the room lit by the glow of the television. Roel switched off the tv,grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge,and retired to his room. He pulled back the curtains and looked out of the window,seeing the fire escape,the tiny ally below,a bunch of dark windows and one lit window. It was on the top floor. This person did this a lot but Roel never bothered to try and get a look at who lived in that apartment. But now he felt like he had a reason to find out,because he knew there was always that chance the night owl that lived next door was Marylin. He looked at the window and tried to see anyone. After a few seconds,to his luck,he saw the profile of a familiar face lean her head against the window pane.
He studied her,not feeling creepy in the least bit. He noticed that she was just looking up,almost as if she were searching for something. And then after an amount of time she closed the curtains,and turned off the light.
Roel finally decided that he should do the same,closed the curtains,set his alarm,turned off the light,and throwing himself on his bed without changing out of his jeans and shirt he had worn all day,he drifted in to a steady slumber.
Roel wanted to know so much. Marylin was hard to gain response from,and he could tell that she was highly guarded. Knowing that just made him want to know why she was so even more,but knew that would happen in due time.
He unlocked the door do his apartment to his room mate asleep on the couch,and the room lit by the glow of the television. Roel switched off the tv,grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge,and retired to his room. He pulled back the curtains and looked out of the window,seeing the fire escape,the tiny ally below,a bunch of dark windows and one lit window. It was on the top floor. This person did this a lot but Roel never bothered to try and get a look at who lived in that apartment. But now he felt like he had a reason to find out,because he knew there was always that chance the night owl that lived next door was Marylin. He looked at the window and tried to see anyone. After a few seconds,to his luck,he saw the profile of a familiar face lean her head against the window pane.
He studied her,not feeling creepy in the least bit. He noticed that she was just looking up,almost as if she were searching for something. And then after an amount of time she closed the curtains,and turned off the light.
Roel finally decided that he should do the same,closed the curtains,set his alarm,turned off the light,and throwing himself on his bed without changing out of his jeans and shirt he had worn all day,he drifted in to a steady slumber.
Day 52-I Close My Eyes
I close my eyes
See blue skies
A mix of orange
Purple and green
As the sunset mixes
With the sea
You standing alone
With your arm
Around me
Thoughts
Free flow
Manifest sincerity
As we see the light
Reflect in each others eyes
Just one shy little glance
And your heart was mine
I close your hand in mine
Lost all sense of time
We let out fingers intertwine
As I take this photograph with my mind
And close my eyes
See blue skies
A mix of orange
Purple and green
As the sunset mixes
With the sea
You standing alone
With your arm
Around me
Thoughts
Free flow
Manifest sincerity
As we see the light
Reflect in each others eyes
Just one shy little glance
And your heart was mine
I close your hand in mine
Lost all sense of time
We let out fingers intertwine
As I take this photograph with my mind
And close my eyes
Day 51-Who Is Really
Put in to
This category
Sub grouped in to
Many a cliche
Each one so different
With each passing day
The shoes I wear
Judged by them
As much as my hair
Always too busy glancing
To take the time to stare
Much too afraid to discover
The honesty
Of who is really there
This category
Sub grouped in to
Many a cliche
Each one so different
With each passing day
The shoes I wear
Judged by them
As much as my hair
Always too busy glancing
To take the time to stare
Much too afraid to discover
The honesty
Of who is really there
Day 50-Keeping It From Myself
I find the time
Long needed
Awaited for in sleep
Thought of in
My wildest daydream
But so far away
This time seems
To be on
The highest shelf
Seemingly
But frankly
I am
Keeping it all
From myself
Long needed
Awaited for in sleep
Thought of in
My wildest daydream
But so far away
This time seems
To be on
The highest shelf
Seemingly
But frankly
I am
Keeping it all
From myself
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Day 49-Semi-Final Goodbye
Clothes packed in boxes
Nick knacks packed in totes
Putting it all in the trunk
Been waiting for this moment for months
Can't believe my heart hasn't sunk
No sadness in the eyes
As I glance one more time
At the world that raised me
The one I'm leaving behind
I might come back to visit
But only long enough to say "hi"
For this is my
With not a single tear to cry
My semi-final goodbye
Nick knacks packed in totes
Putting it all in the trunk
Been waiting for this moment for months
Can't believe my heart hasn't sunk
No sadness in the eyes
As I glance one more time
At the world that raised me
The one I'm leaving behind
I might come back to visit
But only long enough to say "hi"
For this is my
With not a single tear to cry
My semi-final goodbye
Friday, September 3, 2010
Day 48-Hair
Long
Short
Cut it
Let it grow
Dark as night
Light as snow
Curls like cursive writing
Sits straight like a pin
Shows on the outside
Grows from within
Put it up
Let it flow free
Chemically alter it
Or just let it be
Hair
Short
Cut it
Let it grow
Dark as night
Light as snow
Curls like cursive writing
Sits straight like a pin
Shows on the outside
Grows from within
Put it up
Let it flow free
Chemically alter it
Or just let it be
Hair
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Day 47-So Many Promises
Memories
If they serve me right
I've been made so many
Promises
For as long
For as far back
As my memory allows me to
Many made to be broken
Others halfway served
Those forever left me
Cautious and unnerved
Letting me believe
No one would ever
Give me the gift
Of keeping their words
Until I met someone
Who gave me
More than that
Not just keeping their words
But wanting to
Never once scolding me
For "bringing it up"
But always thanking me
For "reminding them"
If they serve me right
I've been made so many
Promises
For as long
For as far back
As my memory allows me to
Many made to be broken
Others halfway served
Those forever left me
Cautious and unnerved
Letting me believe
No one would ever
Give me the gift
Of keeping their words
Until I met someone
Who gave me
More than that
Not just keeping their words
But wanting to
Never once scolding me
For "bringing it up"
But always thanking me
For "reminding them"
Day 46-The Good Part
Someday I will decide
To try something
Typically only see in movies
Just a random
Well thought out
Shot
I'll only have one
And I hope
For goodness sake
That you're holding on
And I hope you are fully
Prepared to take advantage
Of this moment
When it comes in
To play
Somewhere between
The climax and the ending
I will let you be forewarned
The previews
Are just getting a start
And there is still a while to go
Before we get to
The good part
To try something
Typically only see in movies
Just a random
Well thought out
Shot
I'll only have one
And I hope
For goodness sake
That you're holding on
And I hope you are fully
Prepared to take advantage
Of this moment
When it comes in
To play
Somewhere between
The climax and the ending
I will let you be forewarned
The previews
Are just getting a start
And there is still a while to go
Before we get to
The good part
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Day 45-Deeper Thought
Maybe I have it
Figured out
Better yet
Maybe I did
Once
Upon a time
Before I crossed
That line
Between
Knowing and not
Longing for that deeper
Thought
Figured out
Better yet
Maybe I did
Once
Upon a time
Before I crossed
That line
Between
Knowing and not
Longing for that deeper
Thought
Day 44-Write Anything Down
At a loss for words
Nothing to inspiring
Plots in my mind
I just want to go
Experience some stuff
Maybe then I will have
Enough
Material to inspire
Even the slightest
Or just the smallest
Bit of language
To write something
Anything down
Nothing to inspiring
Plots in my mind
I just want to go
Experience some stuff
Maybe then I will have
Enough
Material to inspire
Even the slightest
Or just the smallest
Bit of language
To write something
Anything down
Monday, August 30, 2010
Day 43-Starting A Day
Sun on my face
I rise to greet the day
The birds just outside
Chirping at me as if to say
"Hey"
Shuffle to the kitchen
Peruse the breakfast menu
Choice between
Almost stale cereal
Toast with peanut butter
Either will be accompanied with
A glass of fresh from the carton oj
Shower is my power
Cold water to rinse my hair
My shampoo smells like berries
Conditioner keeps my locks
Soft and fair
What my skin will be
Once I scrub everywhere
Should I wear this
How about that
I think this ensemble is perfect
All it needs is a hat
Perfectly matches the converse
On my feet
Shut the door
Take a step outside
Who's to say
That I am just now
Starting my day
I rise to greet the day
The birds just outside
Chirping at me as if to say
"Hey"
Shuffle to the kitchen
Peruse the breakfast menu
Choice between
Almost stale cereal
Toast with peanut butter
Either will be accompanied with
A glass of fresh from the carton oj
Shower is my power
Cold water to rinse my hair
My shampoo smells like berries
Conditioner keeps my locks
Soft and fair
What my skin will be
Once I scrub everywhere
Should I wear this
How about that
I think this ensemble is perfect
All it needs is a hat
Perfectly matches the converse
On my feet
Shut the door
Take a step outside
Who's to say
That I am just now
Starting my day
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Day 42-Forgive Me For Staring
The shape
The scent
The taste
Of your being
Beats all that
I've ever seen
My observant eyes
Simply mesmerized
Unblinking at the chance
I might miss a single thing
So please
I hope you do
Forgive me
For staring
The scent
The taste
Of your being
Beats all that
I've ever seen
My observant eyes
Simply mesmerized
Unblinking at the chance
I might miss a single thing
So please
I hope you do
Forgive me
For staring
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Day 41-The Door Is Always Unlocked
In the sky
Sitting on a red eye
Back to once you came from
To a place where
You were once young
A plot where your dreams grew
Town where everyone knew
You
And your whole family to
Tend to stay in once place
They all wish to stay
Dream for the better
That you will float away
You needn't stay
At least not everyday
No matter where you end up
You'll find here
The front door is always unlocked
Sitting on a red eye
Back to once you came from
To a place where
You were once young
A plot where your dreams grew
Town where everyone knew
You
And your whole family to
Tend to stay in once place
They all wish to stay
Dream for the better
That you will float away
You needn't stay
At least not everyday
No matter where you end up
You'll find here
The front door is always unlocked
Friday, August 27, 2010
Day 40-Early City Morning
Hear a knock on the door
Then walk to the store
The one at the corner
Walk out
Wave goodbye to the sore owner
Sip the coffee
Sitting on a bench
Watch the old couple stroll by
They still hold hands
Joggers pass
Biker rings a bell
The one one with the running shoes
Too distracted to tell
Bustle of the morning
Hear some cars honk
A bird chips overhead
In the puddle a child stomps
Mother gets angry
Sweeps them both away
Early city morning
Has so much to say
Then walk to the store
The one at the corner
Walk out
Wave goodbye to the sore owner
Sip the coffee
Sitting on a bench
Watch the old couple stroll by
They still hold hands
Joggers pass
Biker rings a bell
The one one with the running shoes
Too distracted to tell
Bustle of the morning
Hear some cars honk
A bird chips overhead
In the puddle a child stomps
Mother gets angry
Sweeps them both away
Early city morning
Has so much to say
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Day 39-Charmer
Tall and handsome
Dark mysterious eyes
Warm inviting smile
Aura reeks of alluring things
Can make you believe anything
You giggle at the dumbest thing
Its a trick to see if it is working
Sweet nothings in your ear
You falter to speak
Way to smooth
Far to debonair
You
Much to enchanted to care
In the midst of this
Who could resist
Possibly too late to
He's such a charmer
Oh no
Day 38-What A Day
Today
A sunny day
Good weather day
Pleasant temperature for late August
Day
Weekday
Feels like fall day
Closer and closer to my birth
Day
Lazy day
Windows open sit outside
Study day
Get stuff done
Motivation day
Lots of love
In one day
The stress is less
Day
What a day
A sunny day
Good weather day
Pleasant temperature for late August
Day
Weekday
Feels like fall day
Closer and closer to my birth
Day
Lazy day
Windows open sit outside
Study day
Get stuff done
Motivation day
Lots of love
In one day
The stress is less
Day
What a day
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Day 37-Comic Book Me
Comic book me
Is not impressed
Comic book me
Will not wear that dress
Comic book me
Kicks super villan butt
Comic book me
Has had enough of your stuff
Comic book me
Is not not spawned from
Marvel or DC
Comic book me
Has her own industry
Comic book me
Is the one that is
Easy to read
Monday, August 23, 2010
Day 36-You Have To Let Yourself
Koely walked down the streets with her hands stuffed in her pockets. She had nowhere to be and she knew that. She looked up at the street lamp and sighed.
What is wrong with me?
She mused,her phone had no calls,or text messages. She wanted to be with people but had a life cripling phobia of them,strangers in general. She never approached anyone and became guarded when they approached her.
I am just going to get over it,there is nothing to be afraid of self!!
She screamed this in her head like she had many times before.
Walking up to the bus stop she sat on the bench,and waited. Then a guy looking about the same age as she was came and sat next to her. He didn't say anything,until the bus came. Koely and this boy stood up as if synchronized with one another. He looked her in the eyes.
"Where are you going?" He rasped out.
Speak! She kept thinking. He made the choice,now it is your turn. She reached down deep,to find the courage for three little words.
"Nowhere in particular."
He gave her a lopsided grin. "Me to."
They both got on the bus. She sat next to him on the back seat. And in a moment before she realized her self she stuck out her hand,and with a small simple smile.
"Koely."
He looked at her hand hesitantly before grabbing it.
"Jobe."
And on that night,on that bus,through just a few words,and just one handshake Koely knew that Jobe knew what it was like to be an introvert,but not want to be. And what it means to make the choice and decide.
You don't have to let yourself die inside.
Just decide to live.
Just decide to live.
Day 35-We Have Tonight
Dancing in these streets
The dawning of a new age
Generations spread as far
As the eye can see
The old
The young
The you
The me
Move along with anxious feet
Toward something
Something that seems
Oh so right
Because as far as we all know
We only have tonight
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Day 34-Something About Me
I would bring home
Stray animals
Domesticated to wild
And beg for them a home
I felt that my home
Was not
Just my own
Wanted to save the world
Thought every life deserved a chance
I felt really bad
When they made me kill the ants
I've always been a lover
Raised in a hateful circumstance
I knew myself then
I still know me
Someday shall spread my wings
I've been set free
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Day 33-The Ballad of Marylin and Roel-Chapter 2:Marylin
Marylin
Marylin walke with Roel beside her,never saying a word. She felt like she had so many things she wanted to ask him,but she never would ask. He kept glancing at her with a look in his eye that seemed to say that he was simply enchanted to be in her presence,that look made Marylin very nervous,because she is typically not one to let people in easily.
"So what do you do?" Roel asked snapping her out of her train of thought.
"Um,I make acessories,and tshirts and sell them online. Well for the time being,I sell enough to have a fairly easy living. It pays the bills." She said fearing the same odd look most give her when she tells them what she does for money.
"So you're crafty?" She responded with a nod.
"That's neat,I wish I were crafty."
"You must have some kind of hobby per se."
He nodded. "Yep,I play the bass. I'm okay at it."
"Electric or other?" She was interested by this,more people play guitar than anything these days.
"Electric and I dabble with the Cello. And I play with a band at a club on weekends.It pays for my half of things.I have a room mate."
She stopped in her tracks. And looked up at the building in front of them.
"This is me." She pointed at the building in front of her. "I don't have a room mate,I have a dog."
"I like dogs." Roel said as he walked to the next stoop. "And this is me."
Marylin's eyes widened at the realization of the fact she was now aware of. Her and this guy were neighbors. She didn't know weather to be happy or alarmed. She walked to the top of the stoop and pulled out her key.
"Well looks like we are neighbors Roel." She said with a small smile as she opened her door and pushed her cart inside.
He nodded. "Yep. Good night." He pulled out his keys from his backpack.
"Dream sweet." Was the last thing she said before letting the door click shut behind her.
She just knew from that one walk,and that one conversation that this was going to be one tough cookie to crack. Roel was not proving easy to read. Which kind of upset Marylin because she hated to admit it but she loved being right when it came to the hightly predicatble quality of people. Maybe someone decided it was time for a change.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Day 32-This Song
This song
It takes me back
To a time where things were
Less
Complicated
More
Innocent
This song
Makes me remember
All of the things I already know
Those things I believe
Like how I once
Believed in you
This song
Gives me hope
For the future
For this moment
This song
Made a generation
Just a little more open minded
In to seeing
That it just takes
One
This song
It takes me back
To a time where things were
Less
Complicated
More
Innocent
This song
Makes me remember
All of the things I already know
Those things I believe
Like how I once
Believed in you
This song
Gives me hope
For the future
For this moment
This song
Made a generation
Just a little more open minded
In to seeing
That it just takes
One
This song
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Day 31-The Ballad of Marylin and Roel-Chapter 2:Roel
Roel
Class came and went by fairly quickly,and just as Marylin had mentioned the professor was nothing short of awesome. After a quick bit to eat,and two more classes Roel was finally on his way back to his apartment. He walked in to find his room mate had just gotten in from work,because he was sprawled on the couch still wearing his uniform. He chuckled at his friend walked in to the kitchen grabbing a bottle of water and and apple before picking up and heading out once more.
He went to the library during his outing to grab some stuff for recreational reading. On his way home he passed the laundry mat his room mate told him about,it was pretty much empty considering the time,beside the old man who apparently worked there,and the familiar form of a certain girl from earlier in the day.
"Marylin." Roel said to himself with a sly grin as he made the decision to enter the business.
She was sitting on top a washer staring at the dryer in front of her while the clothes inside spun around and around,she had ear buds in her ear and a purple iPod sitting next to her. He slowly walked up beside her,and yanked one earbud out of her ear. Roel expected to startle her but did not expect her to jump and instantly bring her knees up and stick on foot out,seeming as if she would kick if if need be.
He smiled at her and gave a slight wave,and she let her foot down along with the rest of her body.
"Hey Marylin,nice socks." He greeted her with a smile glancing at her knee high socks that said I love>
"Uh,thanks." She said. He could tell she was confused as to why he was there.
"I was passing by on my way home,and I noticed you were in here alone soooo..."
"I come here at this time to do my laundry because there are usually very few to no people,I like doing my laundry in peace." The dryer buzzed and she put her dry clothes in the basket and carried them to some folding tables at the other end of the building. Roel followed her,and observed as she folded her clothes. She was apparently the kind of person who showed much disreguard to the colors and whites should be serparated when doing laundry.
"Do you not separate your clothes?" He asked. She shook her head no.
"I tend to buy my stuff via thrift. Well worn enough to not have to worry about separation. But when I do buy new stuff I will seperate them until they have been washed a few times...and I don't fold socks. I hate folding socks." She started to then load the folded clothes into a tiny cart that had two wheels on the bottom,then she handed the old man back the laundry basket she was using.
"So which way do you live." She answerd him by pointing.
"That way." She added a nod.
"Well ma'am,I do believe we are heading in the same direction. Shall we walk together?"
She did not respond right away,Roel could tell that she was still very unsure of his motives. Still she just stood there looking at him,as if trying size him up,her eyebrows raised ,her eyes the only thing making any movement.
"Sure." She shrugged her shoulders and started walking ,with her cart in tow.
Roel was super excited by this alone,it was a step,and with a slight spring in his he walked along side Marylin in silence as they strolled toward each desired destination.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Day 30-The Ballad of Maryline and Roel-Chapter 1:Roel
Roel
As she turned around and made her second attempt to walk down the hallway Roel noticed the Wonder Woman backpack Marylin had slung over her shoulder. He laughed to himself,and finally entered the class room. He was in no way late,and he was thankful for that.
He once again thought of Marylin and how she seemed to enchant him in a weird way. She was awkward,and probably clumsy,he thought,but she seemed to have a grace about her. But he had made it a point,especially after her unsure departure,that he would see her again.
Day 29-The Ballad of Marylin and Roel-Chapter 1:Marylin
Marylin
Marylin pressed the keys on the piano that was located at the corner of the stage in the auditorium. The first few tinkles were cautionary,she had no clue what she wanted to play,but suddenly bust out playing a cheerful tune. She swayed gently as she played,plinking her fingers across the keys,and moved her mouth as if singing lyrics,but never singing a single thing. Then she began to meld the notes into a slower more melancholy melody.
The sound of doors opening and closing made Marylin stop playing. She quickly grabbed her things and began to walk toward the main entrance of the building. Someone called out to her.
"Hey!" A guy with dark brown hair began crossing the isle,waving at her as to catch her attention.
"Yes?" She said confused by his nervous,animated,and hurried manner.
"I need some help. If you would be so kind?" He looked at her expectantly
Marylin being the kind of person she was could not object. "Sure,what kind of help."
"I changed universities this year,and well I need to find room 1004,I have a class like now."
"Oh,yes. Follow me." She said with a small smile.
She took them on a small journey it seemed,through about eight different doors, two staircases,one ramp and two buildings to finally arrive at room 1004.
"Here you are." She gestured at the door very grandly.
He put his hand on the door knob. "Thanks..." becoming blank under her stare,she then realized they had never gotten each others name.
"Marylin." She stuck out her hand for him to shake. "Marylin. The name's Roel." He grabbed her hand and gave it a firm shake. She noticed his nails were very short on his long fingers,and by the looks of it though she could only guess that he played guitar or something of that sort.
"Nice to meet you Roel. Well,have fun in this class,the teacher is great from what I hear." He just smiled and looked at her nodding his head as if to indicated her was hearing the words coming from her mouth. "Oookay." She swiftly turned around and began to walk in the opposite direction.
"Marylin!" She heard Roel call out to her. She turned around and looked at him with a raised eyebrow her insides brimming with embarassment for not particular reason.
"I'll catch you later?" In response she did nothing but shrug her shoulders,turn around,and begin walking once more.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Day 28-The Ballad of Marylin and Roel-Prolouge
She was a muse. But you would never tell by just looking at her. Her brown hair contrasted with her light blue eyes,and she almost always wore jeans and t-shirts. She was quiet for the most part,but was always kind to anyone and everyone,even those who gave her grief. Her name,Marylin.
He was a poet. But you would never tell by just listening to him. He looked like a version of Kurt Cobain with dark brown hair and amber colored eyes. He was just short of obnoxious,but was a good friend,and protective over those he truly cared for. His name,Roel.
And this my friends begins "The Ballad of Marylin and Roel."
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Day 27-Just A Metaphor
She isn't bleeding from the chest
On her own will
She was shot through the heart
With no intention to kill
The apologies spill
From the lips of onlookers
Praying for the light
That was took from her
All stare in wonderment of the scene
Even the doer is gasping
From what they see
The damage is worse than what they wanted to believe
Hoping it was just one blow
Not expecting any more
She still bleeds out slowly
Dying on the floor
Lucky for her
In the end
It is not all what it seems
Tis just a metaphor
For what she really feels
Friday, August 13, 2010
Day 26-School Of Life Lessons
A lot of life lessons
If preached are never learned
They don't come easy
You often pay in mistakes
Life is just funny
And tends to happen that way
Just hope you by the end of the day
You are able to stand up and say
"I learned something at school today."
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Day 25-Just Off The Train
The flashing lights
Sparkle in her eyes
The lights of the city
Where dreams either
Live or die
"Don't forget baby."
The words of her father
"Dont forget what I said."
Ring in her head
As she strolls the concrete jungle
It towers above her head
"I won't forget daddy."
As she lift her head
"I won't forget who I am."
She says
As the evening bussle
Stirred her pulse
She plans to gain
That "Empire State of Mind"
Knowing in that forever racing mind
Her rockstar dreams
Will happen in her time
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Day 24-The Writer's Pen
So many pages
Filled with words
Introductions
Chapters
So many stories untold
What within these scribbled on sheets
Might you unfold
May be magical secrets
Or a history
Behold
Characters ranging
From young to old
Heart felt tragedy
A Romeo and Juliet ending
Or a cliffhanger
Leaving you right at confused
Everything still pending
The range of the writers pen
Is never ending
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Day 23-Consider This My Sad Little Sappy Romantic Break Up Song
You're the only one to
Break my heart
And make me fall for you even more
At the same time
Some say that should be a crime
Because I'm
Close to pathetic
A step past sad
Right at ridiculous
Already happy
Consider this
It wasn't me
What you kept saying
I'm trying to believe
But this insecurity won't let me
But you still will
Because I'm close to pathetic
A step past sad
Right at ridiculous
Already happy
Consider this
Consider this my
If I would have know
That kiss would be our last
I would have taken that
And put it behind glass
Because I'm close to pathetic
A step past sad
Right at ridiculous
Already happy
Consider this
Consider this my
Consider this my sad little
You're my best friend
And I'll let you know that
Like you let me know
I deserve 100%
Of your attention
Like what I gave you of mine
So I guess at this point
All we can do is
Bide time
See where it leads us
Be supportive
We both need that
So now I'll leave it at this
Sealed with one last kiss
Because there is no book
That tells me songs like this
Always end in bitterness
Because I'm close to pathetic
A step past sad
Right at ridiculous
Already happy
Consider this
Consider this my
Consider this my sad little
Sappy romantic break up song
Day 22-What It Was Like
It was like
Waiting for the rain to come
It was like
Waiting for the night to fall
It was like
Waiting for that chance
It was like
Waiting for the bomb to drop
It was like
Waiting for you to wake up
It was like
Waiting for my heart to stop
It was like
Waiting for the world to end
It was like
Waiting for something to finally begin
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Day 21-To Tell You
I want to tell you
That I'm feeling
Low down
My thoughts just short of
Demeaning
So close to the worst kind
Self hate
I want to
But I don't want you to see me
In this sad state
But I hope you do
Before it is all too late
Day 20-Hooked
I want to be worth the pain
Worth the practice
Or even worth the time
First light of this feeling
Scream it from above the ceiling
From the inner core
I want to be worth more to you
Than a kiss and tell chapter in your book
I want to be the constant
I know I'm worth a second look
I know deep inside that someday
I'll have you hooked
Day 19-The Down Low
I was lazy
I had some technical difficulty
Wow
I just wish I could rhyme
The Dr. Suess way
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Day 18-They
They say
"Act your age"
They want you to be normal
Have social grace
Look at the world with a smile
Never dare question why people cry
Be cruel in a jolly manner
Judgement is made to be okay
They want you to cover up
What you really want to say
Lead you to believe that it is
Meant to be this way
Never expect it when you
Speak
For the small
For the weak
They are floored
Knocked out of their seats
When you refuse to admit
Defeat
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Day 17-Sense
Spinkle and Finkle
And Buba Skadoo
Mountain of Play Dough
River of shoes
Houses and people
Uncle Frank and Aunt Sue
I have no reason to be mean to you
Murlee plus Urlee
Less than one plus two
I have a hunch
This will make no sense to you
Sometimes I just feel
I must make light of things
Because some of these people
Take life way too seriously
Day 16-In Good Time
Swirling
Whirling
Muddled
Jumbled up thoughts
Ideas and punctuation
Try to fit together
All of this confusion
In my mind
Try to make it
Make sense
All in good time
Monday, August 2, 2010
Day 15-Jolene Of The Mountain
The snow fell upon the road
Creating sheets of pure white
Turning the normally muddy brown
Magical and blinding
A kind that has drawn many a man
And driven just as many mad
The chill set in to her bones
As she wait for him to come home
Staring out the window alone
Long lost the time wondering
How long he had been gone
Worry creeps up
Just after sun set
The hours have quickly
Come then went
She treked through the snow
Wearing her warmest
The path barley marked
Through a layer of white dust
Finding him her only must
The mountain was his mistress
One she did not trust
He did it for the money
She said "he did it for us"
She froze in stride
Ran to his side
It was clear he was way too close to being gone
Lips no longer pink
Skin no longer warm
She could do nothing but hold him in her arms
One last look at the now brightening sky
The light reflecting in his eyes
With a final breath
She took his hand
Looked unto the mountain and made one last plea
"Please don't take him even though you can!"
Then she let it all go
Holding the hand
Of her one
Her only
Her lover
Her man
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Day 14-About A Boy
A little boy
With a tiny lightning scar
Once helped crash a flying car
His friends always there
Through thin and dangerous
His black hair always a mess
All this time he has managed
To keep a chin up despite the damage
A young man
With a lightning scar
Helped me to know
In the end
It takes some growing up
To know
To love
Who you are
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Day 13-Weak Words Weak Knees
Sometimes
My words don't come easy
I strain my mind
Use up so much time
To make what I say sound right
I try to make sense
In past,future,present
Tense
My body now feels rigid
As I find a way to speak
Its is the courage to tell you
In a contradictory phrase
In the knees
You make me weak
Friday, July 30, 2010
Day 12-This Magic Moment
The moon is bright
Beautiful and full
The stars they twinkle and shine
Oh this feeling is so divine
Your hand and mine
Intertwined
Sweet silence
Says oh so many things
If only you really knew
How much this moment
Truly means to me
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Day 11-Intentionaly Incomplete
I could sing songs about the past
Try to relive those moments
Wish I could go back
Possibly hope to change some things
But if that could be
Would I still be the same me?
Maybe
Maybe not
That my friend is what we call
"Food for thought"
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Day 10-The Path Of A Sleep Dream
I want to sleep
Mind in the sky
Heart in the deep
Battle against the evil fleet
Dance in a parade
Feel the sand beneath my feet
Build a castle
Be a princess
Take care of business
What is this?
Treasure map
Takes me on a journey
Dreams feed the imagination
Since forever
Before eternity
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Day 9-Perform
It makes me smile
I've know this for a while
More than any other
Something I don't get from my mother
Nor my father
It is something I formed on my own
As their daughter
An intrest that from a shy one
You would've never known
I would have loved it
As a decision of my own
Light up the stage
One last look at my lines
Only 5 more minutes until
My time to
Perform
Monday, July 26, 2010
Day 8-All Knowing Author
All knowing author
Writes with a steady hand
All about this moment
No worries about the future
No dwelling on the past
Let's make this moment last
Because as people we never realize
That time flies fast
Day 7-Brilliant Eyes
Innocence is brilliant
The kind of a child's heart
To love like that
Is the best place to start
When you grow older and old
You forget all of this
But soon realize it is something you miss
And want nothing more
But to get back to that
Is a choice one must make
Right where you're at
Once you do
You will
Remember
Realize
It is so much easier
To love with a child's eyes
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Day 6-Little Luck
A down time
A low ride
Not the cool kind
With hydraulics and shiny rims
The kind where you just want to
Give in
Let the world win
But this is high time
Live the high life
Not necessarily the expensive kind
Just do something on a dime
Don't expect too much
But hope for the best
Because today might suck
But with a little optimism
A deep breath
A look up
You could produce for yourself
A little luck
Friday, July 23, 2010
Day 5-Companion
It is not a flaw
It is human nature
Built in to our DNA
And no matter how much we say it
We never want anyone to go away
True
We all need our solitude
But not for too long
We just want a companion
One
To help us along
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Day 4-Rooftops
I would dance on the rooftops
Waving flashlights
Writing a message in the sky
Hoping you would see my light
They're not too vibrant
They give a subtle glow
A kind so soft and warm
To let you know
I'm not always here in body
But forever in mind and spirit
This town has so much within it
Just listen for my my voice
And you'll hear it
Encouraging words
Made for your spirit
And in your heart
Is where you will feel it
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Day 3-Truly Universal
Distributed to the masses
With generalized genres
Unique names
The same idea
Starts with a beat
Then add words to a melody
One song
Begins with one heart
When will they see that
Music is truly a universal art
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Day 2-Prevail
Screen on my skin
Sun on my back
Crick in my neck
Crazy thirst attack
Sweat on my brow
Dirt under my nails
Days like these
Feel like they're
Sans epic fail
Prevail
Monday, July 19, 2010
Day 1-Daily Life
The daily life
Arrives in vivid colors
Wakes with the sunrise
Sleeps with the sunset
Day to night
With a personalized beauty
The same that is beheld
In each and every soul
From Winter to Spring
From Summer to Fall
Open your bright eyes
You'll stare in awe
At the daily life
That blesses us all
It Begins! 365 The Project.
The plan is to write something in this blog for 365 days straight.
For the most part it will be poetry and short stories,but my goal overall is to write something everyday,since writing has become just an impulse thing for me.
:)
Thanks so much for taking a look!
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