5.17.2011

Crystal Ball

There is no way to tell what will come next. Butterflies filling skies, dreaded light knocking lies, ties to love and endless highs, depths of grief and chilling eyes.

Be it any case, God is above all.

Lost&Found

You missed out, because you showed up a day late and a dollar short.

You waited longer than the Palestinians have anticipated victory, and with none of their bravery.

You let the fire turn to smoke, poking devil's shoulder to evoke loss of wellness.

You have lost, because you have not found.

Since when was truth supposed to announce itself like an arrogant fool? Dueling with evil to expel hopes. Coping with the reality of your absence. Fences of concrete create discrete differentiations between right and wrong, short and long, speech and song. Along these lines she dances the thin signs shining bright beneath tight feet. She infers more than what is implied and believes lies as love dies and skies cry.

Why?

Because she was looking in the wrong place. Faced with the heavy weight of vacancy, she couldn't see that she was lost, because she did not find.

5.11.2011

Failure

I stare at my inbox.

I anticipate his response like a victim awaits the verdict of the judge. The Plaintiff is Accident.

When will he read my message? What will his response be. Will he destroy my heart once again? Mince the powder, which was once my heart, into nothingness?

How much worse can he make it?

Why all the drama?

Calm down, if the grade loves you, it will reflect in your GPA.