What is a black day?
It's when both the sun and the clouds disappear
So all that's left in the day time when you reach upwards
Is a sad, empty atmosphere.

Days when it feels like I forget how to talk properly
Where my head hurts for no reason
Days where almost
That calls my name sounds like another punch in the gut

That kinda day

Sometimes a black day turns into a black week...

Black month....

You have these black days too, we all do to an extent.
Part of being human.

But the problem with a black day is the black night that follows
A left for dead entrapment of thoughts that barrel
And barrel
                   And barrel
                                       And barrel
Around in a constant loop.
                                        ­                                          I'm not him

But now I tell you, nay promise
My black days will no longer conquer me
No longer conquer you.

In a day like so, look deeper into that black.
Deeper beyond our sad, empty atmosphere there's stars.
Warm                                 beautiful                                      stars
Stars with perhaps another blue marble else where
With perhaps someone staring back, in their black day.
Past their own sad, empty atmosphere.

An interstaller connection
So I ask for a suspension
Of disbelief
A relief
Knowing that underneath every chest beats a heart,
a heart that has black days
But beats on,  none the less
So, beat on.

Let the black days come and go
Let the stars; hearts beyond ours,  help you; me
Let the past be left alone
Let loose ends be tied
Let that which hurts never be touched again, but learn.

Learn that I will help you paint new clouds, new sun into your empty atmosphere. Help you gather the brushes, pour out the paint.
So that my black days are less empty, so that you can help me paint my sun.
And so that your black days have more color.
A flower in despair
I wish that I could meet you there
Tell you that it's all right
That dusk will never fade to night
And that I'll never watch you fade across
The seconds on my clock
A million pinprick electric shocks

And all the while the stage is set

I'd bring you into my embrace
Reality would slip away
The world still barely ringing in my ears
Ten thousand empty gestures
Ten thousand empty questions
And you'd become the ringing in my ears

All while the sky turns
Black without a single star
And the stage is set outside
But in the darkness
We still try


Not another
Syllable can struggle through my throat
My words I have to choke
for the both of us, I suppose
But I just want to say
I still love the way you play with
The way that I emote
You'll come back to me, I hope
All that's left is to take the stage
On some days,
she is the calm
amidst the storm.
On some days,
she is the storm.
Maria Etre Mar 12
For once
I'd like to see
your world
for mine
is already
in pages
in front
Don't hide away in the dark, let the world see you shine bright.
We all need a little light, even though it can be a little hard to see.
There are better things waiting for you and me.
Somebody you have not met, is waiting to love you.
Love you in unimaginable ways, trust me there will always be better days.
So tired I have grown, of building castles
only to have them overrun by cresting waves.
So tired I have grown, of tasting water on my tongue
but spitting, complaining of its salty burn.
So today I take a dive,
for I've grown sick of the shoreline and
smelling life's salty scent only upon the wind.

So today I took a dive,
head first into that salty steep
and was pulled here by current arms
and pushed deeper by ocean nymph charms.

My body flung about,
counter currents tossing me in circles,
eyes itching red with not a second to blink
and my nostrils jammed full
of the salt that hinted my senses before.

On the brink of drowning,
vision fading from blue to black,
I am pushed to a surface
far from the shoreline from before.
A gasp for air and the seagulls call
beams of sunlight carefully fall
onto the white crests of traveling waves,
and upon my blinking eyes.
Here, on the bobbing wakes of erasing waves,
I begin my ocean days.  

I had become so tired of my earthly ways,
so tired of hating the cleansing dawns
hiding behind the ebbing tides.
So today I took a dive
and began my floating ocean days.
daytime rhythms
of coming and


out the door
in the car
to the place


twiddled thumbs
swivelled chairs
barked-up trees
and morning teas
and banter

on knees
and eyes to

and this meeting
and that duty
tick tock

a-flow through
time and space
and light
as the
sun turns over
in its sky
and rests its
head down on
the other side

out the door
in the car
to the place

for something quick
to have for dinner



© 2017 Adelaide Heathfield
The march of nine-to-five sets the rhythm of the day, both soothing and begrudging. It causes flare-ups of activity at certain times and lulls at others.

Collective shufflings here and there make people cranky but keep them on track. And the sequence of sounds—predictable, as if orchestrated—makes music of the mundane.
Douglas Goins Feb 28
In two seconds.
You caught my eye.
You placed yourself in my world.
& I saw you.
Through my eyes.
& no one else's.
Your smile shined.
The way the sun & rain reflex the rainbow.
You were worth the seconds.
In two minutes.
I knew your name.
One I will never forget.
It reminded me of the stars.
On a night with the one you love.
In complete darkness.
With only the stars to show you the way.
You were worth the minutes.
In two hours.
You took me there.
Showed me the place in your heart.
Where your dreams and nightmares rest.
Trusted me.
Knowing id never hurt you.
Telling me what made you who you were.
What chapter you were in the big book called life.
You were worth the hours.
In two days.
I knew you.
From your first love.
To your first heartbreak.
What made you smile.
To what made you frown.
I felt you.
As my sunshine.
My sweet sunshine.
Warm & graceful.
A new flight.
Like Dancing.
Around & around.
Not afraid.
You were worth the days.
In two weeks.
Our lips met.
Taser pulses went through me.
Like on the fourth.
Angels clapped & played music that day.
Overwhelming the skies.
Making drops fall.
Bringing nature to life.
You were worth the weeks.
In two months.
I felt those two words.
In love.
In deep.
Deeper than were titanic sank.
Where no explorer will ever reach.
Will never discover.
So deep.
We created something rare.
Not even the book of records could contain.
I tasted what we were made of.
You were worth the months.
In two years.
You wore all white.
I wore black.
We made a promise to commit.
To stand for another.
Through thick & thin.
Better or worse.
Till death do us part.
Never moving on.
Longing to be held in traffic.
& watch the cars pass forever.
We are ahead anyways.
Where we belong.
Like the text in a book.
Or keys on a keyboard.
Or cold with snow.
& heat with sun.
Two as one.
We finished.
With two simple words.
To make it official.
You were worth the years.
Idiosyncrasy Feb 22
Our eighth day together
I hope they won't end, ever
Our big surprises and little moments
I will cherish them forever
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