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
april 9th - butterfliesbutterflies are beautiful,in nearly every single way.the cycle of their life,their colors,their innocence.everything about them is perfect.so, naturally,you would think that they'd be the nicest of all creatures.right?all sweet and soft and cutesy.lovable and gentle in every way.well if that's the case.then why do they hurt so muchwhen they're trapped inside my stomach.
april 8th - to: youso... hi.i guess.i know we got off on the wrong foot last year.i know we fight a lot as it is.god, we're really just plain terrible for each other,aren't we?but..i don't know.i can't help but think thatif you and me;if wehad to figure out the world together...i don't know.i feel like we could make it,you and me.somehow, at least.and now,just now.just as we're finally starting to get close to each other.just as we're starting to get past our old grudges,and start a new chapter.now the worst of all things happens.and i will never see you again.of course life splits us up, right??because life's a total bitch.and now i don't have any clue what to do.i didn't think i'd have to say goodbyefor another two years.i like you.i guess.ew.as a person, i mean.of course, right?and a... a friend.yeah.i hate you is really so much easier to say.i'm sorry i say it to you so much.it's just thati secretly hope you know i mean the opposite.because i do.so......i hate
april 7th - at its finestoh the precious paradox,of a swift pen on paper.writing it's final words with such vigorous life,you would never have guessed it to be out of ink.dead.a rose with hidden thorns,only poison to the prick;of a touch, getting too close for comfort.a lovely, deadly rose with a defense mechanism,against all that is untrustworthy.everything.the screams of a shadow,who no one really knows.invisible to all that is holy,and tormented by those unruly.can it see the sun?yes.but all shadows die when they are blinded with light.a cigarette butt is dying slowly.it's jaded wisps of leather smokeencasing it's owner in a shield of remorse.wondering when the smoke will stop,but hoping it'll stay forever.after all, smoke is a shield of deceit.by and by, we meet a young flower.pollen like silk,calling all the sweet bees to its fabric.perfect to the petal, in every way.who would have ever fathomedthat a pertly, bright young bloom,would entangle itself to becomea vile, maliciou