Only four days in and already a day behind... Enjoy an extra poem to make up for it.

To the Dying Sun
It is dark, but not quite
Laying on my couch with my shoes still on
Here I am again.
Some part of me wonders why I still wear these old shoes...
Full of memories...
Full of regrets...
Taken places I wish they hadn't been...
Taken places I wish they could go again...
"I like the color"
"I hate untying the laces, and I'm leaving soon anyway."
And I'm leaving soon anyway
I hate those words

It's Totally Cheating
 Is it cheating if
I make up for missed poems
By writing haikus?

Today I can only write crap...

Some things that only you would understand...
The log, the couch
TV in the dark
Granola bars and the song Yellow
Me

Some things only you would never understand...
The let down feeling, the sickness in my stomach
Crying in the dark
Getting up and getting over it
Me

A Brief Explanation

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.