Today is the day

Today is a day like any other,

The sun will rise just the same,

And nothing exciting will happen,

No miracles will pour down with rain.

Today you will get out of bed

And still go to do your job,

Still do your tasks and chores,

Still have the same responsibilities.

But maybe on your way to work,

You’ll help that lady cross the street

And you will never know

That she is crying because

Until yesterday she would have hobbled

Happily along her old husband,

But she would have been alone today

And every day from now on.

But maybe while picking lunch,

You will smile at the girl across the counter

And you will never know that she blushes

Because she spent last night crying

Feeling worthless after her lover left her,

And she would not have realized

She was worthy of someone’s attention

With her red rimmed eyes and splotchy cheeks.

But maybe when you go home,

You will buy that little kid an ice cream

And you will never know that

He doesn’t smile from the sugary treat,

But because he couldn’t have told

Whether the world was a good place still

After his mommy left him.

Today is a day like any other.

Every day is equally good

To be the day you change someone’s life.

Your silences

I love talking to you. But I also like your silences.
I like how you’re not afraid to hold my gaze, smile,
And how you don’t worry that all the social rules
That have been so much drilled into us
Dictate that you should say something soon.
You don’t want to, so you own your silence,
Until it’s impossible for my eyes not to drip
Down to your full lips, and your irreverence
Makes me want to accentuate the gesture.
Because we can make our own rules, can’t we,
And silence is just as good a language as any.
It’s easy, so easy to tell you that
I want nothing more than to drink
The missing words straight from your lips,
And want to have a whole conversation
With just our minds, and eyes, and bodies.
What does your silence say to that?

Puzzle pieces

The thing I love most about you
Is the journey to your discovery,
The constant challenges you give me
For getting any piece of you.
It’s an interesting game,
Having to sort through all your words
When I know half of them are lies.
But it’s not the truth I’m looking for,
It’s the way your smile curves
And the twinkle in your eyes.
So keep lying to me, love,
I’m learning more important things
Than simple information.
Every story you ever give me
Is a little piece of puzzle –
You can blur the shape and colour
Of each one individually,
But they will still be contributing
To the great tapestry of you.
So keep giving me pieces,
However hard I may need to work
To find the places where they fit.
I’m not giving up until I reveal
The thing I can only guess at now,
Until I have a whole puzzle
To glue together, and hang up
As a beautiful, colorful picture
On the walls of my heart.


There are so many people out there telling girls
That they should wipe the makeup off and be ‘natural’.
Almost as many as those who look me in the eye
And ask me why I don’t wear makeup more often.
But the thing is, you form impressions about people
Within seconds of first meeting them,
And I’ve seen people focus way too often
On the colour of the lip gloss when you wear it;
On the shade of the eyeshadow when you put it on –
They only realize there’s a smile underneath,
They only notice if the eyes crinkle at the corners
When you leave everything else bare
And don’t give their gaze any other hold.
I want to be that sincere, imperfect smile,
Rather than a gorgeous, ravishing mask.
I want to be a pretty… amazing person,
I want to be a beautiful…ly written story,
I want the alluring part about me to be my personality,
The delightful part, my conversations,
The dazzling part, my intelligence.
I would rather have people look at me in surprise
When I do take the time to put makeup on,
Than have them baffled when I take it off.
It’s a choice, and I’m aware mine is the odd one,
But if you don’t care to see the beauty of who I am,
It’s a waste of both of our times to get caught up
In painting an illusion on my face only.
So go and find your wide-eyed blushing maiden
While I leave my cheeks naked and make up my soul.

Joy in spilled juice

There are some days in life,
Precious and beautiful like jewels,
Not because you do anything,
But get to rediscover what joy feels like.
For me, i can just stay in bed,
The faint smell of jasmine
Coming through the open window,
And have you bring me breakfast,
A tray with a glass of juice,
Toast and a jar of strawberry jam.
You put on some jazz music,
And i joke that we’re too old
For this hour to be late enough for it.
You answer my jab at your tastes
By suddenly jumping on the bed.
It jostles me too much to adjust,
And I end up with juice all over me.
I pull the pyjamas over my head,
And that I can is beautiful in itself,
Just lying in front of you naked –
That I can do it without justification,
No jacuzzi party needed anymore
As an excuse to see me in a swimsuit,
No jewelry gift to see my lingerie,
No making eyes at somebody else
To keep me interested by jealousy.
You may freely enjoy my bared skin,
A touch that jumbles my thoughts
And makes me juggle the tray aside,
So I can trail kisses down your jawbone
And fingers down your backside
When we join together like jigsaw pieces,
In jagged times to match the background jazz.
There are some who find their joy in objects,
I’m glad I’m not one of them anymore
And I know that being here with you,
Just ourselves, free of judgement,
And with a half-spilled glass of juice
Makes today more precious than any jewel.


Happiness has no condition
It’s deep inside, like intuition
You can’t say ‘I’ll be happy when…’
You aren’t now, you won’t be then.

Life is too short, you said yourself,
Too short to wait, up on a shelf.
Life is given to find glee
To be happy, can’t you see?

So why wait, why worry always,
When you can walk life’s wide hallways?
Make a wish, give me a smile.
There you are! That’s the right style!

Let your gloomy thoughts aside.
Or keep them. Just smile wide.