I realized what my New Year's Resolution was a bit late. (Give or take two months.) But, I figure it's better to have one late than not at all, correct?
So here it is. For the year of 2011 (and a little into 2012, becauseI started late), since poetry is one of my weaker points in writing, I want to write a poem for every day of the year and post it here. This will help me get over my fear of writing when I absolutely don't feel inspired, as well as sharing things I may not necessarily feel are the best quality with others.
In addition to posting every day, I have to be BRUTALLY honest in all my poems. No censorship. So, that said, please enjoy. I hope this is the last bit of prose I have to write on here.
When it's Dark
Sometimes, when it's dark and everyone's in bed...
I sit on the couch. I turn out the lights.
I put on my headphones and start the music.
I lean my head back. Waaaay way back, until it touches the couch.
And I lay there. I lay there and blink slowly.
Once, twice, several times.
I watch the blue light on my eyelashes.
I stare.
I stare.
I think.
I think about a lot of things. About rain. About snow. About sun. About colors. About gray.
About the way the world looks when it's dark. About the way I can feel so entirely alone when there are people breathing all around me.
But somehow it always comes back to...
You.
I used to miss you. Now it's just habit that brings you to mind. You like to sit up there in my head, and...
Well, I guess we just chat, your memories and I.
Remember that time we laughed?
I smile
Remember those times we cried?
I frown.
And frown.
You always do that to me.
Even now, when I've gotten alright, you can still do that to me.
I close my eyes. I sigh, and shake a little. Swallow hard. I open them again, and the demon passes like a ghost.
I get tired. I go to bed. In the morning, it's as if you were never even there.
But you'll come back.
You always come back.
