Sometimes the thoughts in my head get bored and go for a stroll through my mouth. This is rarely a good thing.

Guess what's today?

Its WORLD CUP DAY.


Yes. Now be quiet 'cause Im trying to sleep. Crazy fools.

Destination desperation.

"Thought he could see the future
Never thought he'd be a user
Grey brown eyes see lime blue skies."

My definition.

Butterflies full of tinker dust passes our heads 
when the world sinks 
to the 
bottom 
with a thud that scares birds from trees 
and imagination that makes the sky pink. 


Reality is what makes those holes in the ground 
while hope gives us wind and a parachute.  
Courage is what holds your baby and fear 
is what ties your dog with a leash.  


Beliefs are what makes us stronger 
while it can also turn us into the Hulk, 
and love is when we feel that warmth the sun brings as it rises and vanishes everything else except your hand and mine.

Damn my imagination.

Instead of listening in class I draw funky people with a friend. Here's another drawing.

The place where I can return.

I know you're the person I can return to because when Im thinking of you, you're thinking of me too.

Throw a peace sign and say Hey pimp daddy!

Forehead.

My forehead will kill all my future boyfriends. 

You can be what ever you want to be.

The weird kangaroo and the funky skunk.

Mothers day.

I hope that we, as your daughters, will make you happy and will take care of you till your very last breath.

Busy schedule.

Last night I went to my cousins fashion show. She looked really nice. I screamed for her.


Today Im going to the movies with my super cool friend, Fatima obviously, and Im planning on makin' her eat McDs.


Later tonight Im gonna go to my other long lost friend, Laylaa (I'll tell you about her some other time), 'cause its her grade 10 Ball and Im gonna take pictures of her and make feel wonderful.


Wish me good luck to make this eventful day happen. Peace out.

Teachers.

My teacher just kills all my knowledge of mathematics. She teaches so slow. She's like a snail.


I wish I could step on her.

Take it in.

"Great minds talk about ideas. Small minds talk about people."

My home feels like a school.

I haven't stopped working since the start of school. I really wanna throw my books and pens in the trash. Thats what I really feel like doing.


But I won't, cause I'd be sitting on the floor retrieving all my things from the bin and wasting time. I'd rather wish an elephant to magically drop from the sky on my school.


That would be great.

It feels like death is poking me in the stomach.

Falling from my sweetheart building.

I like this world
where people are nice.
They say Hi to me and
hold open doors.
They'll even let me pass through
first.


He listens and helps
me.
He makes songs about peace
and love.
He built a house and
bought flowers.


Then she cut
me
in half and carried a
part of me
back to reality.

My little robot boy.

My little robot boy
Bring sounds of rusted metal
As his emotions scrape the ground.


My little robot boy
Never looked my way
As people stole his sight.


My little robot boy
Had no heart
but always left his heart on his robotic sleeve.


My little robot boy,
"please don't be sad"
I said as if I had a chance.

The air and my consciousness.

My feet skip and jump
while little letters catches up to me,
 it follows my footsteps.
And it jumps around my feet like a ping-pong ball.


My hands trail paint on walls 
while letters create
themselves and 
they follow my hands like string and kittens.


My breath breathes out fog into daylight 
and my letter follows my breath like life or
miracles.


My hands reach out to the door knob
and they ask me
"Is this the beginning or is this the end?"
And I pause and tell them with a smile on my face,
"I don't know.

But its up to you, to dream."

I can't tell the difference.

So here's a funny story. Really funny. I bet you're wondering now 'This story sounds so funny, Im just about to pee in my pants with all this excitement building up inside of me.'


Well its not. To me.


An hour ago the phone rang and I rushed to pick it up. The guy on the other line sounded exactly like my uncle. That would be really normal right? Your uncle phoning and all. Right?


But if you know the type of guy my uncle was you wouldn't take this too lightly. The guy on the other line, which I thought was my uncle already by the sound of his voice, says, "Im calling f-from Telkom (phone company) and I hear there w-was a problem this morning..." I interrupted him because I, Myself, am stupid. You wanna know why I think Im stupid? Because 1. I laughed in his face. Not for a few seconds... MINUTES. 2. I thought it was a prank call from my 'fake' uncle. Long story short I called my granny because I was having doubts and she spoke and said "You are really silly."


I just wanna crawl in a corner and curl into a ball. I really wanna do that.

Take this advice.

MOVE ON. It's just a chapter in THE PAST. But don't close the book, just turn the page.