Electr0NIKa http://www.afropunk.com/profil e/WeekendDisaster - July 07, 2010 add/view comments (0)

Here I am with a grain of sand in my hand. Poised to tip the scale of humanity but the balance still finds a way to throw me off. I don't really like feeling like this, but the weather can't keep up with the swing of my mood. Winter snowflakes fall in the middle of summer days, autumn leaves paint tapestries of orange and yellow on my forest floor and it seems the May flowers don't come around anymore. I don't really like feeling like this, but what you told me yesterday isn't what you told... (continue reading)

A flow of tears from my eyes since the dawn of time. Hearts at war and words that scorn. A mother and daughter torn between right and wrong, religion and theory. We waste precious seconds to break apart what has been made whole,not knowing which moment will be our last. The wounds we open with words can take years to heal. We point fingers, spears, and sometimes guns at one another, trying to get them to bend to our will, unaware that maybe sometimes the things we hate the most in others are... (continue reading)

You are inadequate, quiet, unassuming. You don't raise your voice to me. The calm in me reaches out for you on a good day. The good in me moves out of your way. You begin my day and put the bounce in my step, remove the scowl from my brow and make my labor easy and light. When I'm near you I don't focus on much, more than one more glance, the velvet in your touch. Yet finding your place in my heart has become a bumpy road with no signs. Just an infinite number of mile markers, potholes and... (continue reading)