Eon (29) and steak (30) which could also be about sex.

Eon

The rivers always flowing
Down to meet the sea
The sun is always shining
Drinks all it can see

A strangled river sputters
Reaching across dry plains
A choking sun struggles
To shine through foggy rains

The ancient rivers frozen
Etched in deep red dirt
A lonely sun is barren
Watching life desert

Steak

I like steak,
Thick, juicy and rare
Hot and sweet
The best kind of meat
No other can compare

Eye fillet
Rump, Sirloin and scotch
Can't beat beef
For that tender relief
When you need a feed, top notch

This is mental apathy at its most dire. Steak and the passing of time. I am pretty sure I'm not even trying to say Nothing with these, just filling in numbers.

Inspiration come hither, my craft does wither. 

27 + 28 downsides and tomorrow will be better

Downsides

Today I feel bad,
Not angry, not sad
Just bad.

I’m feeling crabby,
bloated and flabby
and shabby.

My body aches
and my hand shakes
it breaks

perhaps early to bed
get grumps out o’my head
less said.

Tomorrow will be better

When I feel down and under the weather
I’ll do all I can to try and feel better
I’ll munch carrots and shun chocolate cake
Hoping to help the Holly that tomorrow will wake

For the Holly that’s now can live best to serve
to make tomorrow better on a gradient curve
and if she can try to prevent today’s pain
from surfacing tomorrow, then that’s a gain.

So I’ll chug all my vitamins and down little pills
they claim to stop inflammation, among other ills,
And maybe tonight I’ll sleep all the way through
without tossing and thrashing like I’m told I do

And the morning will see my arms without ache,
and hands that can move without fearing they’ll break
my brain will be normal and not full of fuzz
I could run and jump again, won’t that be a buzz?

26/100 Bleak

Across vast seas where folk differ and dwell
Cruel war rages devouring all who hope
Both right and wrong are lost as graveyards swell
Blackboards bear black as war clutters the scope

The young and old are marched with sticks and stones
To fight and die or flee and die this day
The morrow sees tears and medals on bones
When sorrow feels real, they'll regret deaths way

Our worlds must war and bombs must fall on schools
We're told by faces who scowl so safe and strong
They can't be shushed or made to look like fools
By those who die as peace is broke and wronged

Let days dawn bright, let joy unite us friend
we stand with hand in hand, until the end. 

25/100 - Epilogue

Epilogue

As night descends and darkness grows its Fae

Who come by dreams to steal and sow their fear

your candle’s gaze allows no tread to stray

No trick will draw me from this path so near

A field of gold is pale and lacks all wealth

If heaven does not smile upon his crop,

and so I too hang head and curse good health

'til dawn and joy unite and all times stop

If words could light the passage to your heart

If thoughts could hold you tight through all to be,

If hopes were seas and bound to never part

Then love alone would keep you safe for me

But Night and Day who pass so blind to pain,

Will not hold sway when we two meet again.

Trying my hand at sonnets. A little Shakespearean styled piece, from the living to the beloved dead. Structure was the focus here, please let me know if it's off.

24/100 - Against Myself

Motivation is tricky
not to think but to do
excuses are sticking
reluctance grew through

‘Why?' echoes loud,
hesitation rings back
doubt starts to crowd
determined to slack

'It’s fun' I protest
'good for the soul'
they laugh, not in jest
mocking my goal.

I will close my ears
as my brain tries to say no.
I’m not listening to fears,
the lazy won’t grow

'I’m going. I’m going,'
My internal chant.
No regrets owing,
its 'why not?' no 'can’t'.

Winer 23/100

Tonight I drank lots of wine,
and normally I can rhyme fine,
but my brain is a mess,
my skills are somewhat less
than they normally are at this time.

true the words are flowing more free,
than they would usually be
I keep forgetting the 'y'
in 'they', though I try
It seems to be the that I see.

And as the world starts to spin,
a 100 days promise I must begin
so I sit here and type
some nonsensical tripe
I’m pretty sure drinking’s a sin

But what do I care today,
as I drink the week’s cares away
cheap wine is girly
I don’t have to be early
I can sleep for all of Sunday.

To the reader 22/100

Did anyone tell you of late
That you are undeniably great
You - the one hearing this read,
out loud or in your head
This message that surely is fate.

I just want to say you're doing well
Even if things don't always feel swell
You have come so far
Im proud of who you are
And how you got up when you fell,

Even if you're still on your knees
(And really you could sit back with ease)
Take it all in,
There no rush to begin
You can take life however you please.

And look at all of your skill!
Your determination, your will!
You fill me with joy
I can't even be coy,
You make just living a thrill

So smile and breathe again deep
And make me a promise you'll keep
Whatever the weather,
We'll stick together
And you'll remember you're loved a whole heap!