i felt your warmness
i saw your face
i heard your voice
i said your name
these joyful moments
disappear and leave
no traces behind—
they were never real.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC
stop asking me why
and begin asking yourself
why not; subconscious.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 6:32 PM UTC
That statue of a girl,
with the broken fingers
and waste at her feet,
the one that’s been standing
for as long as I can remember,
with artwork on her face
and droppings on her shoulders,
has wept for many years
and no one ever cared.
Passersby look at
her presence in disgust;
after all, isn’t she
just a marble eyesore?
No one wants to see
the sadness in her face;
they don’t want to read
the legend on the plaque.
It is not their business
to care about a statue,
carved to be sad for the rest of her days.
It is not their business
to know why she’s so sad,
or to look at her at all.
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
Being a leader
is not about
guiding people
through a paved path.
It’s about making
new paths together—
on dirt otherwise
plain and untouched.
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 9:14 PM UTC