April 22-Lipstuck

Parisian Pink lips Swanky forest green Eighty-dollar shades With a bronze-ish sheen, Stark white tissues, Sky-blue lacy sleeves 'Tis the colored smile Everyone believes. Emerald-green with envy, Black-and-blue all over, Tan-lines three shades darker, The conscientious cover. Blood rise to the cheeks, Blue to match the eyes, Grayish area…

April 21- Daily War

Coffee shops and books and tea Remind me very much of me And who I was so recently. The world grows harder every year, And penalties are more severe, And life is realized right here. Did you forget? I know I did Nervously, I ran and hid As was my…

April 20-Penetrating Holes

Below me is where the shadows go. The general direction, down Is so high up it's at my eyes And I can't breathe-- I drown. No weight which settles on my chest Will fail to throw a taunt my way. I know I'm lied…

April 19-Room

What is this? The voice on the breeze Calling me awake where my soul gently sleeps, Shining forth with most brilliant light And my soul awakes, and lays down the fight. There's no resisting; I have no choice But to follow my feet to where there's…

April 18-Brother

I'll be there when the rain's coming down And the problems are rising without any dawn. I'll be there when you need an ear And a shorter shoulder to lean on. I may be smaller, I may be different, I may think not at…

April 17- Restored

You've cleared it up as you always do Just when I thought you were late. You once again proved you're bigger than I, That for you I must simply wait. You know what you're doing and I never learn But you have it all…

April 16- Hold On

I am tonight a lover, learning to hold on. I have forgotten what it's like: to love and to hold on. The bottom of the teacup shines. Brilliant, I call it. And the warmth I feel from it proves I must hold on. There is no moon tonight,…

April 15-Pushing the Deadline

Twenty till midnight, and the light from my screen Sends a soft, pale glow, much like a dream Over my face, and reflects in my eyes. I begin to type this, after quite a few tries. Sometimes a poem just won't come out right. Sometimes it takes till…