Day 322 - Melancholy Monday

As winter sets in I begin to learn

Things that ice locks into reality

Things that tend to smart and burn

With the stinging touch of finality

Trees stand up against the gray

On this my melancholy Monday

They remind me hope awaits me

That the world is more than uncertainty

Day 312 - Heartless

One day I met a heartless boy

As I was walking in the woods

I asked him what happened to joy?

He said it faded away on shoulds

What should have been but never was

When I asked him why he only answered, because

I offered to search for his heart with him

He shook his head and said thanks, but no

I told him finding it alone seemed grim

He shrugged his shoulders and said I know

But she who took it ran far away

And I am without it to this very day

Day 205 - Choking Purity

Trap the world in a net
Somehow it will survive
Even as we easily forget
That caged, little can thrive

Block out the hopeful view
Keep your eyes closed tight
That way nothing true
Will enter the exposing light

Cut what lives down
Away from soft whiteness
Let the hope slowly drown
In angered impoliteness

What should be dancing proud
Is instead choking on fumes
The hacking grows at first loud
And then quieter as sadness looms

Purple pinches that grasp too tight
Manipulating flesh into graying bruises
If nothing seems to be quite right
In the end who is it that loses?
Better yet who really chooses?