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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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."

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

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."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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