Feb. #4

Shattered, crushed, torn apart,

I feel it in my broken heart.

Life with no meaning,

Life that wishes to escape,

Gnawing and clawing 

At a tiny cage.

You ask the question,

You wonder why,

You weep, you ponder,

You look to the sky.

But inside you know,

You have a reason.

So you suffer through 

Every season.

Feb. #3

Ahhhhh Valentine's Day.

           Girls spend hours stressing, trying to look pretty. Their hair has to be perfect, their makeup has to be perfect, and their outfits have to be perfect.

           Guys spend all their money on cards, chocolate, flowers, and dates. 

           The date ultimately goes horribly anyway, with the girl in tears and the guy regretting life (much like me).

           Then of course are the young, single people who think Valentine's Day will be beautiful and happy with rainbows and unicorns. Obviously, all their hopes and dreams are crushed.

           And finally are the single people sobbing and eating ice cream, regardless to the pain and suffering they escaped.

Feb. #2

There is nothing special about The second day of Febuary. It's not the start. It's not the end, its not the middle, or a Weekend. It just is. Of course, this is the only time Feb 2nd, 2016 is going to happen in a long, long time. But their are so many days that won't happen again in a long, long time that hardly makes it special. 

Feb. #1

   My life is like a game of chess. I can't win.