Taking on the challenge of writing for just 15 minutes a day!
rise and shine
the world is out there
just beyond the window,
just behind a door
that just needs a push
a twist
a turn
to be opened.
a fresh start
doesn’t just come from
a new year,
it comes from every single
moment you choose to
change
(seize the day,
the second,
the hour:
seize life)
blinded by the sun
bouncing off snow crystals
in the middle of a
clear winter day,
you could almost pretend to
see the rainbows if you turned
your head ever so slightly and
peeked at the world from
the corner of your eye.
it almost feels like they
exist only when you
stare at them,
but the world is not so
intangible as you may
think it seems.
(nothing becomes immaterial
when you look away
it’ll still be there
when you turn back around)
My post decided to delete itself, and it doesn’t help that I didn’t have any other backup. It’s alright though. I’ll take whatever comes. Especially since I’ve made it my goal to post every day, even if it doesn’t really matter. I don’t have much to say really, but I would like to say something.
To another decade and a year to start fresh:
Thank you for sticking with me, and Happy New Years 🙂
Neon pink lights glowed stark against the melting blue of a sky preparing for sleep, frozen in time and stuck chasing after a sun that never truly set. Every so often, the letters in the massive sign blinked and rearranged themselves into impossible anagrams. One could never glance at the two words for anything longer than several seconds before getting a headache of their own.
Struck by the hyponotizing lights,
you make your way towards the decript motel.
She smiled as if the world was just another waiting to fall at her feet, as if the world was hers to own, and only ever hers. With the grace to pull off the confidence in her strides, and that tilted head of hers as if she didn’t know the effect she had on the rest of the room. She carried herself like a princess, a deity walking on land. Watch as people would worship the earth that she walked on. Talking behind open hands, closed doors… blatant adorations and scathing remarks.
She was nothing of the sort: coming from nothing and reimagining herself in the way she wanted to be. Is it any wonder that she could carve her heart, her body and soul in the way that she wanted because of how hollow she truly was inside. The way she pretends to be a saving grace, when she herself is fall into the depths of despair. Hypocrisy lingers on her lashes as she bats them so childishly. Ethereal beauty does not make for peaceful sleep. If anything, she cries harder into her pillows at night, makes her weathered storms even more fierce when they unleash emotions buried so deep.
What else could she be but beauty and grace and everything falling to waste?
time has a weird way of
flowing as if it was
fluid enough to run like
water lapping at the sand of a beach
or wearing down hard rock.
sometimes i think i’ll blink
and months will go by in
every millisecond.
i am here now,
but who’s to say
where i’ll be in another
breath?
(every now and then
i ask myself how i
got to this exact moment)
take me on that
long drive one more time.
let’s reminisce about
those old times
before we part ways,
because I’ll always be
missing you in a
small part of my heart,
but I’d rather be able to
call you mine just
one more time
than store away these
bittersweet memories.
we won’t need to
pretend any longer than this,
so please,
let’s be together
one more time
(let’s be lovers
one more time)
(inspiration: partners in crime by finneas)
watermelon juice drips down,
bleeds sticky red
and leaves sticky trails on
hands that seek to touch
the sky, the earth, the water
and eyes that soak in the
world for what it is
and for more than what it is.
you’ve always been a little
too sugar sweet for me.
(but there is no doubt that
you’ve got
summer days
in your soul)
he wasn’t looking for
any sort of perfection,
but the tiny glimpse of
something better than an
aching loneliness and the
boredom of monotony
she brought with a single
smile was enough for
everything to fall in place
for just a second
(it wasn’t love at first sight,
but it felt like he
opened his eyes for
the first time)
they have always been
the greatest gift
i didn’t deserve
and while the actions
may just be part of
this every day routine,
i hope they know that
they’re special to me
in every way possible
(it didn’t take christmas
to realize that,
but the holidays just
bring me yet another reminder
to love the ones around me)
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