Ever since I lost a friend
to a truth she refused to take,
I fear sight from all eyes
on me, seeing the liar
I am truly not.

we are on strike
today...
in a passive sort of way
we got to classes
but don't teach
the students come to classes
but don't learn....
some lectures have become
filmhalls
here in theatre....we are offering donuts and  a big
bang marathon....
all to show a goverment
that placing a new pricing
scheme on higher education
is counterproductive....
but they are not interested
in our voice....we are but
cogs ...... they the machine.

I'm sorry
if I make you
uncomfortable.

Every night
I hear birds sing
in my head
I hear you call for me.

I'm going to tell you everything.

From thinking of a cut of the hair
to the monster I bared
for that single month of toxic air.

I'm going to tell you everything.

Here's one of my many
flaws:

I'll be mad at you for months and
months,

then I see you
once,

and my anger
disappears.

Your welcoming
smile

brings me back to easier
days

and warmer
times.

I forget
assault,

throw away the
drama,

drop the
changes,

and leave behind the
stress.

Then I leave like nothing made me
mad

to begin with.  No
communication

is like nothing.  A
part

of me is quite
peeved,

while most of me has taken
forgiveness

without the other part's
consent.