april 18th - somewheresomewhere, there's a girlwho sacrificed her real friendsfor a "cool" reputation.i wish i could tell her that she made a mistake.that her friends weren't trying to hold her back,they were trying to protect her.because her "cool" friendsonly want her for her rep.otherwise, they could care less.somewhere, there's a boybeing bullied for his skin.i wish i could tell him thatit's not the color of our skinthat makes us different.it's our attitude towards color.and the ones who's attitudes are colorblind,those are the people who matter.somewhere, there's a childliving a lonely childhood.i wish i could tell her thatbeing trapped inside your imaginationmakes you a really creative person.so use your powers for good,because one day you won't be lonely anymore.i promise.somewhere, there's a teenwith nowhere else to go.i wish i could tell him thatthough his family is full of abusive addictsthere are people who care.please realize that you have those people.because the
april 17th - you're worth itoh little five,how your innocence shines.a dreamer at heart,and imagination in the eyes.but oh lovely ten,you've learned nothing yet,of what the world is all about,and that forever actually ends.still, you sore sorry twelve,you've only just met hell,i could say that it gets better now,but that's a lie i'll never tell.you terribly troubled thirteen,this is hardly all you'll see.though you think the worst is over now,good luck on getting free.fourteen, fifteen of high school,you little freshman fool.too bad no one told you far sooner,that good grades don't make you cool.stupid sixteen driving now,and everyone's wondering how.you've changed so much, now a carefree slackerand that's something that's not allowed.seventeen, eighteen went downhill,to alcohol and pills.one's not enough, and overdose too much,too bad you never learned how much it kills.ah, the wretched twenty-one,who decided to live just for fun.who cares anymore, nobody right?you believe you've f
april 16th - i've been therei've seen the way they look at you,shifting their glances from you to each other,and laughinglike they're so much better.let me tell you right now that,they're not.they're just as imperfect as you, if not more,and they've got the history to show it too.i've heard they way they talk about you,the way each word seems to sting,like a bullet to the heart.i want you to know that,all the taunting and teasing and snideful comments,aren't really about you.maybe it means something deeper, for them.maybe it's not you at all.i've smelled the danger in the air around you,the musky, bloody danger you've tried so desperately to avoid.please, please listen when i say thatthey're only hurting you,because they've been hurt so badly before.and people don't always heal in healthy ways.i've felt the cuts and the bruises on you,the disease of lonelinessand the death of a lost soul.it hurts.and i want you to understand thateven though the pain is next to unbearablethe long
april 15th - imperfect affectionjust because i don't like cuddles doesn't mean i don't want to have you close.just because i think romantics are gross, doesn't mean i don't want your kindness.just because i don't always accept affection, doesn't mean i don't want to hold your hand.just because i have a lot of problems, doesn't mean i can't help you with yours.and just because i know you're not perfect, doesn't mean i haven't fallen in love.
april 14th - becoming a writerbecoming a writer meanssurrendering logicto emotion.and emotions are not only felteven more strongly now.but they are prompts.to your undue affection of poetry.your sense of logic will distort vastly.a small price to pay,for the effect that metaphors and mysterywill entrap upon your readers.and forsaking your emotions to the page,your writing will force someoneto conceive emotions of their own.and if they’re a writer too?might our souls have dear mercy.for only a god can save us from thisunbreakable toxin that is the writer’s wrath.
april 13th - the unchosen onei've been alone for so longi think i'm finally starting to see what the problem is.people don't pity date.they want someone who can benefit themjust as much as they can.people don't want shattered glass.they want a flawless mirror.people don't want a puzzle.they want a painting.people don't want parts and pieces.they want the finished product.maybe that's why i'm never chosen.maybe people are too busy with themselvesthat they can't heal another person.they don't want someone who needs healing.they want someone stronger.after all.have you ever heard a child point and say,"mommy i want that one"to the old dying dog in the corner?
april 12th - loneliness never leaves youbeing aloneisn't always enjoyable solitude.it's a blackhole of inescapable suffering.and once you're lonely once, it never leaves.you're not lonely all the time,but when you areyou remember.that loneliness never leaves you.
april 11th - nature's paletteoh lovely color.the sunset:a painting of warmth,using nature's fiery palette.flowers:nearly every color in the book,and sweet-smelling too.and finally, the rainbow:our symbol of what colors are.a combination of seven,but an invitation to so many more.answer me this.if nature's diversity of colorsare accepted without question.they don't hurt anybody,they don't make something more beautiful than another.(because who's really to saythat the daylightis lovelier than the dusk.) but if nature's choice of paintcan go without being questioned,why should our color,be treated any differently?(because color isnever a choicebut a beauty.)
april 10th - this is an invitationthis is a greetingto all the lovely misfitswho never felt like they belonged.sure, you made it by,with a few enemies,and fewer friends.but you never exactly fit in,did you?and that's beautiful.please stay beautiful.this is a messageto those bullied,neglected and alone.you may feel alone now,but trust me.you will find people who understand.so please don't ever give up.because even though you might not love yourself,i swear to god that there's someone out there who does.you just need to wait for them to find you.this is a warningto those taking life for granted,and acting as if it will be this way forever.please stop.please take a look at the people; your friends, your family.please remind them how much you love them, while you still can.remember every detail,every little quirk,before it will never be seen again,because i know you'll miss it with your life.this is a sign,to those who cannot be heard.it's tim