listening at night

Cheers, self.
You've done a great job of monologuing today.

I've listened to this before, and
I'm tired of hearing you say the the
same words while I sing along
and play your melodies in my head
on my way to sleep.

I can't stay awake and
I like it that way; I expect
dreaming of tomorrow will be better
than remembering yesterday and
I hear you chant your hallelujah in agreement.

dreamy haiku

pink paper necklace
intrigues me but $fifties hurt
here i go to run

I believe in you. Your magic is real.

white paper cut-out stars,
hang in the dark sky for us to take.
one wonders why it should ever be cloudy:
your magic is real, so why aren't you using it.
you can have the world for yourself.
you don't ever have to worry about losing it.
the magic inside of you is infinite.
it's bigger than what we know of ourselves.