Day ninety-two

WFMAD may be on hold for a few weeks. I have a business trip and some other projects I must work on :(

Day ninety-one

Apology

This morning the world nearly ended

and all of my regrets lay in front of me

like dead soldiers. I want to remove them,

but the bodies feel too heavy to lift.

I think I've done wrong, but I don't know

what I've done. Only guilt guilt guilt

like a hammer to nail pounds away

in my mind. I am sorry. I made a mistake

forgive me and even if you slip away

and nothing I say can sway you. I still

love you. Always. Until the sun stops rising.

Day ninety

Can you believe it has been 90 days already! This experiment has had its ups and downs and I've noticed that writing late at night may not always be the best way to squeeze out creativity like an almost empty tube of toothpaste. Day light savings times has begun again! It's 1:29am right now and it still feels like 2:29am. So during the beginning of these 90 days I was going through a tough relationship... trying to salvage something that wasn't working. Eventually that relationship ended. During the past two weeks or so, a new relationship has begun and the cycle begins again. This relationship is far more healthier and better in a lot of aspects. We'll have to see how it affects my writing. For now all is good, and I'm really tired so I'm signing off. Goodnight world and thanks for the reads!

15:56

eighty-nine

Your hands feel cold against the warmth of mine.

The scent of cherry blossoms in your hair

The smell of cherry blossoms fills the air

And I am always yours and you are mine

your hands feel warm against the cold of mine.

25:30

Rhyming is hard. Especially if its near iambic.

Day eighty-eight

He contemplates on the infinite mysteries of love and destiny and God

The low growl of the engine hums, inside

your car we sit and listen to the sound of

the top forty radio. I've never felt so

complete.

15:44

Day eighty-seven

Found

Your hands fit perfectly in mine, our fingers

fit between each other like the corners of

a log cabin. We say nothing to each other

as we contemplate the meanings of life.

Here, under the bright florescent lights

of the steak n shake we laugh and smile

and create a bubble of privacy in the public

eye. Beyond our table nothing exists. Zoom

out above the street, above the state

the country, the earth, and the galaxy

we are mere specs of specs of specs

across the universe. But, here alone

together we create warm meaning in

a seemingly meaningless world. And like

the birth of a star, we burst with silent joy.

15:23

Day eighty-six

Forgot to post this yesterday... I didn't cheat and not write 15min I promise... ask Twan! Excerpt from a project.

A nightmare. I’m in a nightmare. the bottom of my soles grip the heavy ground like an ivy tendril that grasps a tree trunk. Tad finally jolts me. “What’s her damn problem?” he says. The words come sharp like an e string on a guitar. I shrug. I replay the moment fast forwarding and rewinding, I edit different angles of my memory. I clutch the rock in my pocket. Take it out and begin to polish it with my shirt. The tiger’s eye in my hand still reminds me of your eyes. Should I have remained silent like a graveyard statue when you passed by? Should I have said something else, anything else, as long it wasn’t hey? I’m silent and remain silent for the rest of the day, and I’m afraid to open my mouth, afraid that you will hate me, afraid that you would stop talking too, afraid.

Approx 30min