April Thirteenth

Where does inspiration go
When it wonders off for a while?
Does inspiration need to be
Inspired?
Does it go on a grand adventure,
Travel all across the world,
The known and unknown universe,
To find a muse for the muse?

April Twelfth

Forgetfulness.
Fleeting thoughts that
Flutter off into. . .
What was I going to say?

April Eleventh

Humans...
I wouldn't go as far as to say
Bleak.
All I did was ask
A question.
Why?
WHY?
WHY?
It would've been okay
If it was
Just me.
But he messed with
My best friend.
Some of us believe in trying anyways.

April Tenth

The stars that twinkle with such light
Tell me it's time to say good night,
But still I wonder what is right
The dark unveils the mysteries of life.

April Ninth

Burning the midnight
Oil. I could really use
A decent night's sleep.

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.