His world changed that Tuesday afternoon.
He ignored the shifting wind,
The roots of something else devoured
The beauty of the original.
Branches of distrust guarded the once clear way,
The path now dingy and dilapidated.
Wonder once misted where
Despair now looks to.
Melancholy instruments strung out of tune
And a haunting melody throughout the room.
Did he not feel the shift?
Or taste the sour air,
Or smell the bitter perfume,
Or even look at the avenue?
Did he hear the coming change?

His shadow casts pure black
On all he sees,
Extinguishing the light
That once was warmth.
He became as cold
As the polar bears,
But didn't have the strength to
Learn how to love.

Wishing you a terrific Tuesday as for me I 'm working

Monday,
The first time of the week,
Where I start to feel weak,
People pass by,
Without looking at me in the eye,

Tuesday,
I feel better now,
I wish I knew how,
So I could do it once more,
When I start to feel like a bore,

Wenesday,
The pain is back,
I would’ve stayed in bed this morning,
Today I lack,
Of the thirst to be learning,

Thursday,
I’m almost done with this series of seven days,
But everything in my mind is like a maze,
I can’t find the end of it,
Just like I can’t seem to fit,

Friday,
I’m almost out of school,
I’ll get rid of these fools,
I’ll feel better once I’m home,
I won’t be in the corridors I usually roam,

Saturday,
I forgot about my problems at home,
I forgot my dad likes to hit my mom when she’s alone,
I feel my world tumbling down,
With nobody to help me around,

Sunday,
Soon I’ll be back to school,
Surrounded by the same fools,
I don’t have any control,
Of my heart or my soul

Yesterday,
I felt like my troubles were so far away,
Like I had a chance at feeling better for a day,
My past keeps haunting me,
It probably will be like this for an eternity,

Today,
I can’t seem to enjoy anything,
It’s really annoying,
I wish I could just smile,
For a while,

Tomorrow,
I’ll continue to procrastinate,
And hope for something better,
And hate my fate,
When it’ll think “whatever”,

My days seem to pass me by,
And I’m a day closer,
To the day I die.

you are in most of my of my poems,
how about
we fast forward to the part when you're mine
and you are more than i thought you were
and we are both happy.

My heart thrives to be strong
but it’s simply just too hard.
It’s living a life of its own,
feeling as if its lonely in the dark.

No other soul to share its feelings with
so instead it sits and watches from a far.

It may feel lonely at times
but my heart’s pretty smart

it has a censor of its own
that goes past your disguise

as it watches from a far
it picks out all of your lies
tries to figure you out inside.

so next time you try to play me
remember that my heart
has seen and done it all
while it was thriving to be strong

“Each broken promise is a blackout star” said he
“The light goes on” said she
“Too many, too close, to who?” Thought he

Tuesday came unannounced and declared its importance
ushering hours, sweeping boredom
Tuesday left unnoticed

“Letter by letter, what good your words have done?” said she
“I lie to protect, to protect from sheer ignorance” said he
“Acceptance, For the highest bidder!” said she

O Foster child of infinite dreams
The mind shivers
This is water, and that’s a stream
Certainty, but up to a degree

“Dictate the mind, and the heart will flee” said he
“I reside in paintings and leave hints in old ink” said she
“Seek shelter at the nearest heart” thought he

the rhymes dwell,
between two red cheeks
And the name is spelled
so the face can melt

I remember it,
it was a warm Tuesday evening
and we were stumbling to the bus stop
that stood on the side
of the busy town centre street,
she was being herself,
telling me how terrible
I am
and how she hates every inch of me,
then she leaned in to kiss me;
this would happen nearly every day
but that warm Tuesday evening,
something clicked;
I took the anger I had felt for so long
and painted it on her body
with bruises
shades of purple,
yellows and blues;
she left me the next day
for a pretty boy she had met
a few days earlier;
we were never going to work;
she was crazy
and I was crazy for her;
that 'love' did not bring me joy
and hope,
it brought me suicidal thoughts
and hard liquor;
I still remember it,
the day I broke into a million
tiny little pieces;
I still find myself searching
for those pieces
and it kills me every time
I realise I can never get them back;
but I am trying
to re-build myself
with the little pieces
I managed to cling on to
in the shock of the fall