green eyes

my eyes have been unusually green today
why, i'm not certain.
generally speaking
my eyes remain large and dark
as to overtake
and partake
of the events and emotions of the day.
but today,
the green shone through
as to reflect the beauty
i felt
and saw
in the sunshine and life.
words were left unwritten
emotion undealt with.
yet breezing past a mirror
i saw in my own eyes
an aching
for a pair to reflect my own
that would understand
the beauty
in the quiet simplicity
of today.

the secrets of straws

small games we play
with the simplicity of straws
tie your wrapper
pull hard
once
do you have a knot?
my friend
that is bad news
for it means
that there is not a soul
at that very point in time
thinking on you
did it pull apart?
without a trace of a tie
with two distinct pieces
this indeed
must show
that someone, somewhere
is thinking upon you
yet my wrapper had a twist
it did not knot
but did not quite pull apart
a small bit was caught
the master of the game
ventured this bit of wisdom
it meant
that someone was thinking of me
but didn't even know my name

cliche weekend mornings

waking up to early
on the weekend
a new form of insommnia
proves to be
a cliche trip
down memory lane
remebering times
where there was someone
special
to write about
and yet
no one has left
except me
getting away
out
around people
that make me smile
rather than sweat
hoping that soon
it'll lead be back
to the one
who had the sound
and it won't be a farce
in deep rooted
cynicism
i know it will
painful thoughts
too early
on the weekend
proves
that i too can cry
not with the
intensity
of the others
who sob over
nails and mascara
silent tears
simply stating
the stuck state
of my life
and the pain
of a cliche artist