INFLUENCING

You never know who you are going to influence today. It might be that lady who you opened the door for, or that lady who dropped her books all over the ground and you helped her to pick them up, or it might have been that guy you barely know who you took the time to talk to. Or that guy who you smiled at as you walked past, or that lady you impatiently waited in line after as you tapped your foot, or that guy who you didn't even look at, or that lady you friendly waved at. There's so many chances. Now ask yourself, are you taking the opportunities? Or are you letting them slide? Who are you influencing today?

WARDROBE

It was far too dark for him to wake up but he did anyways. He had to. The silence caused his ears to hum as he barely opened his eyes to walk around. The thought of another long day was dwelling overhead and he could not escape the fact that it was very realistically possible. He half heartedly went through his morning routine, which had now adapted to the darkness. Because of this, he would soon find out when he left that his shirt was backwards or his shoes didn't match or he was in need of a thicker jacket. The wardrobe malfunctions were almost a part of his routine now causing him to not care as much when he realized the mistake later in the day. It was almost a game to him. So as he walked outside into the moonlit morning he checked his outfit for the mistake, with no real intention of fixing it.

FIGHT BACK

There was a shove from behind.
They looked back but couldn't find the source.
The wind quickly picked up, kicking dust and fog all around them.
Doubt and dispair filled all of their minds through different thoughts and events.
It came as the agony of lonliness.
                                    of betrayal.
                                    of hatred.
                                    of trials.
                                    of self esteem.
                                    of short comings.
                                    of it all.

That was when they fought back.
And then the sun shone in through the clouds.

PUPPY DOG

A cute, brown dog sat there with a collar and leash around it's neck. It was a little dog and looked even smaller and more vulnerable compared to the large buildings around it. Being a very loyal puppy it always following behind it's owner even without a leash. But the owner had tied the collar and left it, so now the puppy dog had no one to follow. The little dog became very scared as angry voices approached and cars quickly sped past. All it could do was wait in distress and hide until it could untie the collar.

THEY

It was as if they had slashed a hole her chest, leaving her heart vulnerable for attack. She figured this would cause problems but had rationalized and thought that it would work itself out eventually. It hadn't. They had gone on and didn't even care to look back on her as she tried to trek through the loneliness and pain. They were supposed to do something, were supposed to realize that she was still there waiting. It was as if they had forgotten the times they had all spent together. She thought that they would remember but they hadn't. It just made her so upset to think that they hadn't even bothered to talk to her or to make sure that everything is okay between them. Even the thought of them caused her to boil with anger inside. Well, she thought, so much for them.

PACING

Back           and forth
         he walked, leaving
an                 on the carpet as he did so.
     INDENT
Pacing was his way of thinking,
                    his way of letting it out.
He really didn't like
     the idea and              UNCOMFORTABLE
              felt completely                                     with it.
Maybe he could

just

                  walk
                          until it
                                    went

away.

EXCITEMENT

He couldn't stop from smiling.
                            from giggling.
                            from laughing out loud.
                            from singing.
                            from screaming with joy at the top of his lungs.
                            from pumping his fists in the air.
                            from jumping up and down.
                            from dancing around the room.
                            from giving that stranger a hug.
He just couldn't help it.

FRIDAYS

The thick sweater helped her to relax as she lay on the couch, trying to find a comfortable position. With a stack of pillows propping her head up, she lazily watched the television. All of the room became quiet besides the station as it blared its commercials. She soon realized that he had fallen asleep on the opposite couch. Alone, again, on a Friday night. That was her life at the moment, and she didn't mind. Well not too much at least.

WAITING

                  You keep on checking to see if the light goes on.
                                                       To see if the alarm goes off.
                                                       To see just anything happen.
It's hardest when you feel it, and in actuality it hasn't happened.
                   When you know it, and it isn't really true.
                   When you want it but it just doesn't work out.
  The worst part is the wanting.
                              The wishing.
                              The waiting.

REPEAT

That same old song chanted through her head. Unable to clear her mind, she listened to the tune as she rhythmically tapped her finger to the constant beats. The fast, catchy lyrics quickly turned to slow and dull. It meddled with her head as a steady reminder of the repetitive song. Repeat over repeat, she couldn't get it out of her head.