Tears from the Sky

The tidal waves crash
Restlessly upon the rocky shoreline.
Grey skies idle bleakly over the saddened land.
Her tired eyes stare blankly
Toward the cumulonimbus-covered navy sky,
Almost in wonderment at the world's pitiful state.
As the rain begins to fall
Slowly to the Earth's surface,
The realization of lost salvation is found-
Everything turns to silence.

The Pessimistic Girl

The twist of her smile
Rained slime on the day.

Me En Rope.

I am a wonderful procrastinator. Absolutely blissful at doing any thing and every thing but what I am supposed to. Ahh, reveling in the limelight of lazy glory feels so right. Shouldn't I want to do something productive? Hardly. How can one pass off the glories of simple life. If it is forgotten, every minute detail of one's daily life is overly complicated; thought out, planned, stressful. Roll with the tides, they always lead to where you need to be, even in the most unexpected of ways. Maybe its better to be an animal. Lovely to read some crazy girl's jumbled thoughts, isn't it? Please, be confused, you have the more than enough of a right.

More than You can Fathom

manifestation. exactification, realization. communication, driftazacion. I am no where yet I am every where. God, are you me? Or am I God? We are, Everything.