Goodnight Moon

I'll take you back to that all time low when no one came to the rescue. Distant and still at a distance. I'm a flake, but for Death's sake, dead to the world: Ask. I've loved what once was and what once was is now gone; it always was, and that's why I loved. Past tense, I remember, but today is too current to deliver such promise as yesterday when today was just a day, but now a day to remember. When you can't sleep because of a nightmare. When you wake up from the nightmare. When the nightmare is real life. When your life is a nightmare. When your life is living a past tense memoir, you begin to see through your own eyes as a prism: an optical prison where dreaming is no longer a dream, but repetition of the unseen. And yet we keep it keen, clean and tucked into our beds, yet I can feel every seam. So dream, dream away every night, sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite, for if they do, hit them with a flashlight. Since ignorance is what we do best, goodnight.

break break break

I lost you in the air. I just let go and you flew away. Goodbye piece of paper, good thing nothing was written on you anyway. Hello past, the truth has finally come to now and then-so paper thin. I knew you before you knew me and now all I know is what we used to be. So clean a plate and fine the font, your bold hypothetical typewriting punches into me, "I vow never to love again." If I'd have known this then, never would I have gone for the win. Because to win in your game is to lose my own. I've conformed to be wanted, owned and now loaned. Before you decide to give in, know that I want us to end. You broke my heart this time,

sincerely,
the wind.

Double-date

A distance so great, so high of a stake, that you pull yourself away from the time it would take to cross that prolonged estate. To that of which I hate, a clock flipped inside out to be remade, time for two as my shadowed date is fashionably late. Stood up by none & left with one, I surpass the accorded double-date, but wait...did we reciprocate? All I knew or know or was, my uninvited apparition of your shadowed competition. I guess I just better run. Seems to be more fun than surfacing the sun, but never again hitting a home run. Just run because what you see along the way may be worth your while if you decide to stay. Strike one, but your second swing is just a bullet away.

As if it were

As if an illusioned allusion came to pass, a distinct distant muse. Feeling as one, but lop-sided whilst the weight of the other deprecates. Descending to whom is home, I flee with intentions of integrity, yet hold back on self-pitty with lack of simplicity. Is it then we who fall on ourselves or those who hold our hand with a firm grip to one day let it go? Reason without reason is the worst kind of reasoning. So sad that my 2nd proposed sand castle has been washed away, unexpectedly, yet again. Because number 2 has come and passed, "as if it were," seems to be the one that lasts.

I'm a loser

So one night, I hide my old chipped nail polish with sparkle nail polish. But the next day, the sparkles fade back to the old chipped nail polish. Except, now it's even more chipped. Seems to be wearing down everyday. When the polish is all gone, what happens when I run out of sparkles?

Artichoke Heart

So what makes a hero? When you narrow it down, a hero is just someone who helps when they can. So why are there so few of them? I guess that's why "hero" has its own name...because it is so rare when someone helps just because they can instead of if they feel like it or not. I did what any friend would do to help my best friend this past weekend and was called a hero after. I thought it was normal and expected to want to help someone close to you, but I guess in a non-superhero world, it's not. Doing something so simple for someone else should be a daily expectance. Whatever it may be, lift a hand for someone; none the less, those close to you. Try being a hero yourself, instead of waiting for one.

It's the Gift Receipt That Counts

Someone once told me, "It's the gift receipt that counts," jokingly. I laughed at the thought of how rude and sarcastic as well as true that was. For the gifts we embarrassingly hate to admit that we hate, we usually think, "oh, it's the thought that counts..." If they want it to really count, they'd leave the receipt just incase their assumptions aren't as expected. In a way, this phrase means more to me than just a return policy on paper. If we have a friend and loose a friend, what do we do? We look back on how we were friends, what we did, how it ended, and what we can learn from it to get a new one. So what really counted in the friendship was the receipt; to look over and use to exchange for something or someone new.