April Eighth

Each spring,
Golden
Buds emerge cautiously
From the forest.
The longer the
Golden
Buds are exposed, the less
Golden
They become.
But in the final weeks of life,
More muted and diluted shades of
Gold
Return before the trees are left
Bony and bare
Waiting to find the
Gold
Of life again in the spring.

April Seventh

Life as a teenager is a
Contradiction
You are expected to
Simultaneously
Be a child and
An adult.
To be independent
And needy.
To be competent
And to accept our
Incompetence
At the first contradiction from our "superiors".
In the same day we are told to grow
And to stop growing,
To go and stop going.
Being a teenager
Is to always be underestimated when you can do it on your own
And overestimated when you really need help.
To be a teenager is to be a
Contradiction
Wrapped in irony.
Constantly trying to be both you
And who you "should" be.
To do what you want to do
And what you "should" do.
To fulfill the destiny you want to choose
And the "destiny" others would choose for you.
Being a teenager is learning to make choices
In a time when no one wants to let you choose.

April Sixth

Bloodstained fields and
Cities so decimated they're more like
Ruins.

Raining bullets
A red moon on the rise
Promises of bloodshed this night.

Doomed dreams of
Doomed individuals
In doomed situations.

In a time when
Victories are tragedies and
Tragedies are victories.

When a horrendous explosion
Turns into a
Shining opportunity.

When one mans hero is
Another mans
Murderer.

And nothing

   makes sense
      
        anymore...

April Fifth

The fleetingness of
Inspiration that is gone
As soon as it's here ...

April Fourth

Tick tick tick
Tick tick tick

The audible passage of time goes marching by.
Time for learning.
Time for growing.
Time for exploring.
Time for fingers flying across keyboards.
Time for leaving a mark on the world.
Time for becoming.

Time that sometimes,
Only sometimes,
And only for a day,
I wish could be rewound.

Back to the days of chocolate chip cookies and apple juice.
Back to the days when your crush was just the friend who shared the most animal crackers with you.
Back to the days when life's greatest disappointment was not actually flying when you jumped off the swing set.

Back to the glory days when digging up rocks in the river made us treasure hunter adventurers, and a big plastic pipe meant a cave expedition.
Back to the days when a splash of coffee in my milk made me feel like such an

ADULT.

Back to the days when the monotonous chaos of every day life was an adventure.
To cling to a fleeting moment in time for one more fleeting moment when life was a fairy tale.
When every hill was Mount Everest and every lizard was a great dragon,
And you were free to believe any dream you wanted.
Back to when imaginary friends were just as real as accepted versions of reality.
Back when peoples minds were the most free,
And being yourself wasn't like being a grasshopper pretending to be a tree.

April Third

The sun comes up
The sun goes down
The found get lost
The lost get found
Sometimes you laugh
Sometimes you frown
Sometimes life's just upside down
But every time you get turned around
Someone somewhere finds solid ground

April Second

Fleeting thoughts
  Scribbled on blank pages.
    The trademarks of my life.