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Lani Foronda Jul 2014
Wishing on stars
Won't get you too far.
It won't matter how far it is
Or how bright it shines.
You can't sit at the window for hours
And cross your fingers until they're blue.
Put your heart and soul
Into "I wish I wish I wish..."
Why?
Because you can't just sit back
&
Hope something happens.
You have to get up and do something-
Anything
If you really want it.
June 22, 2013
Lani Foronda Jul 2014
We're all authors
Typewriters
Pens
Pencils
Erasers.
We have stacks upon stacks of paper
Piling high
Of what we wish could happen
&
Of what really did happen.
We're all painters
Palettes
Paintbrushes
Tubes of endless
Reds
Blues
Greens
Blacks
Yellows
Whites
& in betweens.
We try to make a prettier picture
Of what's in front of us.
Try to take something ordinary
And make it other worldly.
We're all photographers
Polaroids
Camcorders
Film strips
Memory cards.
We capture the moment
And
Lock them in our hearts
Imprint them upon our brains
Because we don't want to forget.
We are all artists.
Because we each have visions
And create them
In order for others to see what we see
And
Feel what we feel.
June 22, 2013
Lani Foronda Jul 2014
Under these sheets
My problems lay.
My pillow lies next to me
When it really should be you.
A soft imprint still sits from where you last were.
A mere trace of who you used to be.
A ghost of what I used to believe.
But like every word you ever said,
It's all gone.
All that's left is empty sheets and lonely nights now.
April 28, 2013
Lani Foronda Jul 2014
i have no title
because there aren't enough words in the
universe
to describe what I'm feeling.
it's like there's a puzzle-
a very large puzzle
with many pieces.
the pieces are all put together
clicked right into
place but
there are some areas where there's nothing.
just awkward curves and
g a p s.
it's complete but not.
i know the pieces that are missing.
one has a curve like this;
another has a smooth edge over here;
this other one has a stroke of blue on the right corner and some
black near the middle.
i know them like the back of
my hand.
but.
i don't know where they are
anymore.
the puzzle used to be complete
a time long long ago.
it was a pretty picture
bursting with colors galore.
everything was good
everything was all right
until someone came along.
he poked and prodded
at the puzzle.
making the pieces shift to the left and right until it was one ublmjed up mess.
for awhile it sat
simply sat
as a big mess.
as time wore on the pieces were put back together.
it wasn't easy-
not once.
it wasn't fun-
there was so much to risk.
it wasn't quick-
time just dragged on.
yet it was worth it.
but the puzzle still has its missing pieces.
i don't know where they are
but
i know where they could be.
i've tried looking for them and sometimes i feel like i'm so close.
i'm so close that i can touch them
grab them
bring them back.
but the moment my fingers are about to graze them,
my vision blurs
and i can't see.
& i've lost them yet again.
June 22, 2013
  Jul 2014 Lani Foronda
Zaynub
in love.
inlove.

maybe we called it being in love
because "in" was a prefix for not
and the space between the words
was the void you created when you left
or maybe the space was always there
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