Sunday is such a goody-two shoes. Acting all high and mighty with her holier than thou attitude.

Monday is a relentless bitch. Constantly nagging and putting others down.

Tuesday is Monday's sidekick, the complete drama queen. She blows everything out of proportion. Exhausting!

Wednesday is a hot mess. Need I say more?

Thursday is optimistic always looking forward to what tomorrow brings.

Friday is a happy go lucky girl. Always fun to be around.

Saturday is a wild party girl. Completely crazy. Anything goes with her.

i.

she is choking on

the cross around her neck

there's a heaviness on her chest

she can't control

she is too young for heart attacks

but she can feel her soul stop beating

ii.

the bags under her eyes weigh more than she can carry. her throat feels like it's been swallowing deserts. her smile is worn-out like the soles of her shoes, but i do not ask why. i do not ask her for a single thing, even though i know she'd give me all she's got. her eyes are the ashes of a wildfire, drooping like the crushed cigarette butt lying on the pavement. she says she is tired and sick of herself. she says she is deader than everyone else.

iii.

his eyes are full

of hope

and he almost makes

me believe it

when he says

one day

we will

shine brighter

iv.

but i see god with one eye

and reality with the other

i am halfway between becoming

poetry

and

chaos

v.

they're a run-on sentence scared of being left behind so they never stop to take a breath and they're not an atheist but they worship death because tomorrow is always too far away even when they wake up to a brand new day there is nothing to look forward to but sleep and their breath finally fades out but the demons in their head keep

vi.

he walks like god

and the world bows down before him

he is closer to omega

than you think

vii.

she skips lightly upon the earth

turning cracked pavement into fields of daisies

her smile is made up of the finest things-

crescent moons and cherry trees

bluebirds and honeybees

her soul mimics the robins and sings

To a King a son was born on each of the seven days known to man. The King was pleased at the orderliness of this, and though his seven wives would leave him no peace as they all sought favour, he decreed that seven sons in seven days would never be bettered.

It was therefore ordered that all people joined in marriage be forbade more than seven sons in seven days, and the Kings Herald made journey to the kingdoms seven regions, to ensure this law be known.

The Kings firstborn was born of much beauty and was named Sunday as was such the day of his birth, and he grew tall and fair and was of most peaceful and pleasant bearing.

The second in succession was born and named thus Monday, and grew to unfortunate character, being of slovenly appearance and idle of disposition. He spent his days in lazy pursuits and grew obese and ill.

The Kings third son was so named Tuesday and was a lover of books and writing, as he was of a studious and philosophical mind, and would spend his days lost in the Palace Library.

The Kings favourite son was Prince Wednesday, a handsome faced adventurous lad with an eye for the ladies. The King looked favourably upon this son, as he saw himself as a youth, in the lads spirit.

On Thursday was born the Kings fifth in line to the Throne and was named accordingly. Thursday grew into a villainous and spiteful youth, and all the courtiers became wary to avoid his evil gaze.

Friday was born to much rejoicing, with blue eyes and a ravenous appetite, Friday was favourite with all the maidens of the Kingdom being of poetic and lyrical personality, and grew to spread joy and happiness wherever he went.

The Kings final son was born at exactly midday on a Saturday, and was named thus. Saturday grew into a fighting man and as such was fitted with hand wrought armour and was made Head of the Royal Guard.

The whole Kingdom would celebrate each day in succession, save for Monday and Thursday, as these days were considered of ill omen, and no business took place on these days for fear of bad tidings.

Sunday, A boy, that is smart kind but rather angry about school the next day

Monday, A little girl excited to learn the true glorious and magical wonders of the world

Tuesday, Someone with brains and power that people admire and mostly enjoy

Wednesday, A boy like a fork in the river or girl like a girl that reminds you of the middle of a geo

Thursday, A tired parent waiting to go to bed

Friday, A joyous kindergardener at the end of another school week and excited about their first sleepover

Saturday, A tired teenager in bed at 3:30

Sunday - that girl in shorts and a tank top, lounging around the house all day and doing nothing but poking at her phone.

Monday - that boy that enjoys watching other people suffer; he revels at dumping ice water on people's heads or placing pins on one's couch.

Tuesday - that sweet girl that hardly speaks and mostly likes to sit in the back of the class, away from everyone.

Wednesday - that peppy girl who's never still and always talking; she likes to wear bright colors to stand out from everyone else.

Thursday - that intelligent boy who speaks in complicated terms; he gets ignored most of the time because of Friday always hogging the spotlight.

Friday - that jock that loves being the center of attention. He has two girls on one side, two on the other, one on top and one under, just to keep things even. Everyone loves him.

Saturday - that girl that likes to hang out the mall or go out with friends; she's hardly ever home, and when she is, her attitude keeps her from actually enjoying time with her family.

Sunday:

She is graceful

She wears pearls and a dress

She speaks softly

However so, she is dreaded

Monday:

He is late to work

He complains too much

Not many people like him

Tuesday:

He goes by unseen

He is not liked or disliked

He is invisible

Wednesday:

She is outgoing

She tries to catch the stars with her bare hands

She has the wildest dreams

Thursday:

He is unsure of his future

Yet he is always peaceful

Friday:

She is ready to dominate the world

She has a martini in her hand

And she has a gun in her purse

She will not stop for anybody

Saturday:

She is tired

She is hopeful

She is welcomed

Sunday is bashful. He does not talk much and is extremely brainy, always focusing and staying present.

Monday is dreary. Sad and miserable. Always pestering and nagging people, an annoying creation.

Tuesday is beautiful. Smelling of peonies and peppermint, and dressing in fine silks. Very selfish.

Wednesday is sweet like a cupcake.

Easy going and smart. A lovely heart he has.

Thursday is athletic. Sporty and active. Always on his feet and lyrical at basketball.

Friday is proud, almost too proud sometimes- but powerful and great, like a smile. A good one.

Saturday is the peacemaker. He is calm and quiet, but kind and bright inside-even though he's a little shy.

Sunday is just there--always there. He doesn't bring much to the table, and all he can do is remind me that I have to go back to work the next day.

Monday is a bitch. All she can do is complain and throw one tantrum after another. I leave her feeling completely exhausted.

Tuesday is forgettable. After dealing with Monday, we both just try to get through everything without being noticed.

Wednesday is constantly busy. She considers how little got done at work the previous two days, and feels the need to overwork herself.

Thursday is like a breath of fresh air. We both feel gleeful that we're nearing the end of the work week, and are just excited to get home with some ice cream and watch Grey's Anatomy.

Friday is just lazy. All he does is sit there and let everyone praise him without actually accomplishing anything or contributing to anything. Despite his laziness, everyone seems to love him and look forward to his arrival.

For me, though, Saturday is the best, though slightly unpredictable. We sometimes spend all of our day doing homework and then looking at the clock only to wonder where the day went. Other times we're sitting on the couch until sunset watching pointless television and gorging on anything we can get our hands on. Still, other times, we just go outside and enjoy the sunshine. Saturday is my best friend. I think I'll marry him one day, if he'll stop leaving me for Sunday, who is just there--always there.

Monday

is the bum from the camp by the railroad tracks.

Shabby, hungry and thinking.

Tuesday

is the bum wandering the park. He looks through the trashcan.

Wednesday

The bum finds a half bag of popcorn.

Thursday

The bum sits on a park bench and feeds popcorn to the pigeons.

Friday

The bum snatches a pigeon and puts it under his jacket.

Takes it back to the camp by the railroad camp.

Saturday

The bum feeds, strokes, and talks to the pigeon in a philosophical way about the riches of the good life.

Sunday

The bum builds a fire. He has breakfast in bed. The pigeon is delicious.

Sunday has always had a touch of bi-polar. She's always so kind and relaxing in the morning and during the day, but something changes in the evening. One moment she's sitting there relaxing with you, then she stands up and gives you a swift kick in the face to remind you that shitty reality is about to take place.

Monday is always so blue. She's either waking up super late for work and if she didn't, she wishes she had. She walks around with sleepy crust upon her eyes and a frown upon her face.

Tuesday is always so boring. She must be in her head a lot because she rarely talks. Ive noticed that she really doesn't ever have anything to look forward to. Quite sad really.

Wednesday is very optimistic. She's the type of friend you want around when your feeling negative. She always looks at life's problems like the glass is half full.

Thursday is always just getting by. She never puts her all in but never needs to. No matter what is thrown her way, good or bad, she always simply says, "Nothing is going to get the best of me today because I'll be hanging out with Friday tomorrow."

Friday gives you those butterfly's in your stomach, like last weeks crush did. No matter what you do with Friday, your always going to have a good time. She's always full of surprises.

Saturday has always been a true party animal. She sleeps in as late as she wants, she lives life care free, and she's either spending the night in with a cold drink in her hand or going out with some friends with a fifth in her back pocket.

No matter what Sunday-Saturday go through they always stick together. Whatever happens in your life, I can guarantee that you can count on them because they will always be there.