For No One

I certainly enjoy days

That remind you of exactly why

People call you a pessimist.

They're certainly swell days.

And I love days

That are there just to break you down

In spirit.

Days when things are just tiresome,

Irritating.

And it's such a negative view,

I know,

But We've all got those sorts of days.

Do we not?

We are all human,

Not everything makes us

Jump with glee.

Sometimes,

We get knocked over by the immense weight

Of what it means to be a living, breathing human being.

And sometimes, it just isn't pretty.

Hence why we sleep,

In this aspect,

We are all blissfully unawares.

It's peaceful.

I want to

Give up a little bit.

And see what happens.

But I won't.

I'm not one for tossing up my grades in the air

And letting them fall as they may.

And since school is all I've got,

There's nothing left to give up on.

And by "School is all I've got",

I mean: It has swallowed me up,

And I am just sitting in its stomach,

Twiddling my thumbs.

Burning the kerosene.

Hmm.

Something positive?

A poem for you, then:

Fireflies.

A paper lantern,

On a sailboat

On the sea,

A small firefly

In the deepened

Sapphire black.

-

The stars,

A tapestry

- Reflected

And all the Earth

-

Becomes

- One

Sphere,

All glimmering

Are the swelling waves,

Undulating

Beneath the sky,

The boat becomes a beacon.

-

No horizon,

In the dark,

Full of specks

- Fireflies

That hang in the air,

And float on the sea,

Distorted

...

And the sailboat,

Sits and weaves

In the middle

Of this night.

Like a snowglobe,

All round and glittering.

-

Full of fireflies

On the water.

And the sky

Bleeds into the sea,

Where once a horizon divided,

The sailing from the flying.