Saturday, May 18, 2013

The Plague

She sat on the barren land wondering how things had come to pass.  Her feet exhausted from all the wanderings, her brain clogged with dilemmas, issues she wanted to erase.  The flaws were resurfacing.  When morning came, distastefulness no longer lurked in shadows.  However ugly things were, they would be revealed. 

Her hair turned grey.

She recalled of things that she failed to accomplish.  Tomorrow crept on like forever.  Words of empty promises were far less convincing.  Vulgarity remained vain and meaningless.

She heard voices in her head.  Voices with words too many to understand.  Instructions were easier to follow than to scrutinized the rationale of ideas delivered.  The voices of angels and demons were no longer significant.  Who's who?

She had made bad choices.  Years of education had fed her enough intelligence to distinct the right from wrong.  In spite of that, the slightest of mistakes were seemingly acceptable.  The comfort of making mistakes were slowly fitting her appetite.

God remained quiet.  Her cries echoed in the loneliest of night.  The night responded with nothing but silence.  The stars hang up above the sky shining ever so brightly in their innocence.  Or perhaps maybe, after a hangover, they spoke nothing of hope, faith and love. 

Thus, this series of unfortunate events would follow like a passing river, never ending, never ceasing.  Its tagline was plagued with curses.  

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Chasing Clouds

It had been a week now, and the anger had not subsided.  The people spoke their minds boldly and generous.  The voices were radioactively red.  People were hurling insults at each other.  There were so much hatred in conversations, which almost always ended with heated debates.  

She felt secluded.  Maybe she had been away from the society for far too long, the dilemma was too far-stretched for her understanding.  She wondered if she had made the right choice for the choices had been too confusing to be precisely correct.  What's fair and what's right?  Even the powerhouse which she had always turned to was preaching words against her beliefs.  What are they preaching? What have they heard?  The thoughts confused her.

Nation fought against nation.  Even without weapons of mass destruction, demolition was done through horrible quotes of the mouths.  The beautiful languages of the forefathers were monopolized and abused.   The voices represented who we are, yet it was foul and deprived of intelligence.  The society was broke. 

Where's trust and unity?  Where's faith and hope?  

Saturday, May 4, 2013

A Few Good Men

The men pulled their way to the seats at the table while grinning away wittingly.  She was surprised of their behaviours and stared into the moment with eyes wide.  Neither of the men were surprised at all.  They carefully seated themselves, and along came another, and another, and finally... she studied the last behaviour to digest correctly.  She was all confused, even when the old ones started to converse.  

The conversation was ungenuine and awkward.  She didn't like the lie that was about to unfold before her.  It didn't made her feel comfortable at all.  The woman who betrayed her avoided eye contact.  She knew exactly what was happening.  She had no second thought, but was attempting to dart anytime.  

As rude as she could be, she responded poorly.  The lie betrayed her and she hated it.  Does it matter how I feel?  She couldn't make the sense out from the person in whom she trusted the most.  I trusted you and that I was looking forward for a day well-spent but you took me in like your toy.  She was both angry and disappointed.  She didn't know how she should respond.

Dear parents, there were very few wonderful men.  Your son was one of them.  Do not feel obliged for i am not the one you'd feel most welcomed at your home.  Your son is capable of making the right choice.  Let him choose from among the ones he loves. 

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Dear Life

I remember the day I cursed you with my own lips,
It leaves me always wondering if it's just too much,
When words spill out, I just can't control,
It goes on and on, and sting like bees.

Their eyes are wide, they let me know,
I am bemused when i fool you in,
Even when words arranged are contextually wrong,
I know you'd be merciful to turn me in.

The days went on guiltless and innocent,
I am so bored, tired, and restless,
Until you hit me and my world went dark,
I became dumb, wordless, and grieved for grace.

Dear Life,
I couldn't bear to see you standing next to my dead body,
You grip me closely that i have a chance to breathe,
I'd run a thousand miles, trembling in fear, and scared,
Death takes me away with no goodbyes.