april 26th - addicted to blissi'm high on euphoria
i'm addicted to bliss.
after a lifelong hangover
it all comes down to this.
no more smoking loneliness
no more shots of pain.
it's now or never or i'll lose
and i've got everything to gain.
i'm done purging the memories
i'm done starving myself of glee.
now i'm getting back on track
because now my soul feels set free.
no more hatred sliced on my wrist
and cheer tastes better than a beer.
no more screaming in silent pain
no more, now that you're here.
i'm in a rehab heaven
after my addiction's hell.
the path to recovery is a long one,
but it'll be worth it all as well.
i'm done with pain resulting to cocaine,
i'm done wasting my emotional drugs.
now all i need is a simple smile
and a home within your hugs.
i want to remember you forever
after all the memories i miss.
because instead of being high on horror
now i'm simply addicted to bliss.
april 25th - just go for itthink back on a day
when life could've changed
but you held back.
do you remember that day?
now think of what could've happened,
if you had no regrets.
you'd be a guiltless risk-taker,
accepting every bet.
i'm not saying to go insane,
i'm just telling you to try.
because a lifetime of laughter rejoiced,
is just around the corner from the misfit's cry.
so use your best decisions,
don't take every risk.
but just know that a life filled with "oh wells"
is better than a life of "what ifs."
so what if you've never won?
it'd be worse for you to quit.
i'm telling you now, it's worth the while,
so please, for once, go for it.
april 24th - secretshas no one ever told you
how expensive secrets truly are?
not to gain, per se,
but to give.
and unlucky for you,
you're but a beggar.
secrets can make or
especially when the bruises
are more convincing
than the bruised.
but i'll tell you this
and i'll tell you quick.
secrets shouldn't come
with such a cost.
but when it comes to tales
and poor secrets lost
lucky for you,
i'm a millionaire.
april 23rd - when did happiness become a feeling?when did the sun suddenly begin to shine?
hasn't it been cloudy forever?
since when have birds preferred to sing,
rather than squawking angrily at each other?
never, never ever have colors been this vibrant.
never has the light been so lovely.
i always thought that the darkness was cruel,
but now it just feels warm and sunny.
since when did yellow, orange, and red
become colors on the color wheel?
since when did a mouth know how to smile,
how can lips even know how we feel?
how is it that the nightmares are gone,
why does real life feel like dreaming?
since when did the darkness turn to light,
and when did happiness become a feeling?
april 22nd - the rights of man and sarcasmi. oh beautiful
for crimson ruby hate.
for purple bruises
to and fro,
above man's deformed fate.
god spare your souls to be.
and keep thy rights,
to win all fights,
and keep our speaking free.
ii. oh say can you see
the screaming bullet's light.
that we so proudly hurled,
at our freedom's own meaning.
whose blind courage and fate,
gave up such a grand fight.
and the chaos we saw,
oh the words they were screaming.
and the judge's dark glare,
the crowds screaming "unfair!"
gave proof to our life,
that freedom could still be there.
oh say does those bloody battles,
caused us to besiege.
for the land of irony
and our dear
freedom of speech.
iii. if tomorrow all our words were gone
all the good ones and the bad.
and god gave us a brand new tongue
so we could leave all that we've said.
i'd appreciate the second chance,
but i'd have to give it away.
cause our words still make us who we are
and they can't take that away.
april 21st - he's just a kidhe's crazy.
he's messed around with so many things
that he really shouldn't have.
he acts like he's so tough and cool.
but under all the profanity
he's really just a kid.
he thinks that no one can see
what it is that's really bothering him.
if it didn't bother him
as much as he says it doesn't
then why does he keep talking about it?
because he's scared to admit he needs help.
when really, he's just a kid.
he truly believes that nobody cares.
he feels alone in this world
with no way out.
maybe he thinks that it'll never get better.
maybe he doesn't know how loved he really is.
who wouldn't feel this way
when the world turns it's back on them?
and can you blame him?
he's still just a kid.
april 20th - lovely drug i wake up from the daze of
my thoughts are scattered
my eyesight blurred
as i struggle to regain my clarity.
but i look back at sunrise memories of you
and then your face; now pensive with
what the hell is this mess that we are in.
i wonder why i'm letting myself stay here
stuck in the past
and though we don't even know each other anymore
i realize why we're still here
because i am your deadly poison
and you are my lovely drug.
april 19th - wanted to bewhen i was seven
i told you
i wanted to be a firefighter.
after all, pyromania starts young.
when i was ten
i wanted to be an author.
because i thought my stories were worth being heard.
when i was twelve
i didn't care
i just wanted to be free.
i didn't tell you that.
i wasn't sure
i just wanted to be famous somehow.
you said that fame was a bad idea.
i wanted to be a dealer
or maybe i actually was one.
i guess i forgot.
then at sixteen
i wanted to be a street artist
roaming the city on a skateboard.
you laughed. i guess it was a pretty funny "joke."
when i was eighteen
i wanted to be a doctor
though i had no care for the career.
i just wanted to find a cure for it.
i wanted to work in a nursing home
where i could help people like you.
because those people didn't help you at all.
at twenty years old
i wept silently at your grave.
for once, i didn't want to be anything.
i just wanted you to be alive.
april 18th - somewheresomewhere, there's a girl
who sacrificed her real friends
for 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" friends
only want her for her rep.
otherwise, they could care less.
somewhere, there's a boy
being bullied for his skin.
i wish i could tell him that
it's not the color of our skin
that 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 child
living a lonely childhood.
i wish i could tell her that
being trapped inside your imagination
makes you a really creative person.
so use your powers for good,
because one day you won't be lonely anymore.
somewhere, there's a teen
with nowhere else to go.
i wish i could tell him that
though his family is full of abusive addicts
there are people who care.
please realize that you have those people.