Sunday, July 28, 2013


If you could chose one island over the other,
Would you pick the one with the mountain or the one with the bridge?
Do you prefer a view or an escape?
Is it better above the world or within it?
Do you trust what is natural over what is created?
Or maybe it's a question of something else entirely.
Maybe it's not what you would prefer,
It's more of what you want and can't have.
What about where you are now?
Is it just a view of what you want, or an escape to what you can have?
Are you looking down above the now, or seeing what's within it?
Are you trusting your natural state or the state you can create?

They say that good things come to those who wait,
But only fate can decide how long that takes.

Friday, July 19, 2013

The Dangerous Feeling

I have this feeling that I can easily explain.
It's the feeling when someone makes your heart race,
And your cheeks blush,
And your lips part,
And your teeth show,
And your palms sweat,
And your heart race,
And your chest tighten,
And your thoughts disappear
       (briefly or entirely),
And your eyes wander,
And your mind wonder,
And your heart race.
It's the feeling you can see the possibilities and feel the "what-ifs".
It's the feeling you can run your fingers through and catch the butterflies that land between each approximation of skin.
It's the feeling you can turn any song into a rejoice, no matter how much the lyrics are telling you to give into the reality of it all.

It's a fantastical world.

It's your world.

Where your heart is constantly racing,
And you can only hope that theirs is too.

Monday, May 27, 2013

Sometimes We Forget

Sometimes we forget
that even the Grim Reaper has a job to do

For My Personal Amusement

"You deleted me off Facebook! (sounds offended)"
"Yea, I did. You also unfollowed me on Twitter."
"Yea, because your tweets are stupid and extremely annoying."

"Do you have anything you have to ask me?"
I sit there, wondering why I'm listening to this lecture in the first place, "Uhm... nope, I have nothing to ask you."
"(Gives me a look of denial) Are you sure? Don't you wanna know why I dumped you?"

"You have a lot of insecurities and no self-confidence in yourself.  Believe me, I know. It's not the reason why I broke-up with you, but it is."

"You see, (notions to his malnourished body) I went through this... health curve. And (notions to my body), well... you didn't."

And my favourite quote of the night:

"Okay, seriously though, why do you think I'm an asshole?"

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Obvious Bicycle by Vampire Weekend.

When a song makes your heart beat so fast and makes you extremely sad in the best way possible, and when it ends you catch yourself holding your chest and have to calm yourself down to think about what you just heard -

I think I found my new favourite song.  And I have to wait a whole two weeks before it's released.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013


You looked me straight in the eyes
with a cold deadly stare
and merely shrugged
unable to give me what I wanted.
I felt you watching me
turn and walk away

because even though you knew I needed a better answer
secretly you want me to turn around and say,
"You're all that I've got."

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

A Haiku

I cannot decide
if you are good or bad news.
So choose one okay?

Thursday, January 17, 2013


When I'm feeling pathetic I talk in a british accent.

(Read previous statement in a british accent).

Sunday, December 30, 2012

A Comfort To Know

I love how the snow makes the night so much brighter
reflecting off the moon.
With each glistening flake, they light up the sky
that covers a world so cold and dry
yet so beautiful.
It's as if the moon and the snow are working together
to shed a little light on your gloomy situation
where your thoughts run through your head
and your worries take over;
they got your back.
They remind you that it's okay
and that you don't need to worry,
for a brighter day is just hours away.
But for now
They're doing the best they can.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

The Stranger I Never Knew

Deeper into the night
We talk about our lives, where we came from
And as we grow tired and wary
Our limbs begin to entwine.
Our legs,
Our hands,
And by the morning you become the stranger I never knew.

Recite and Repeat

I have to grab the flab on my body to remind myself it's hibernation season,
To remind myself to sleep for as long as possible,
To avoid contact until warmer seasons.
These hands are cold from bearing the burden of desire;
This scar is a result of such.

I learn nothing.

I keep making the same mistake again and continue to grab the same skin,
Hoping it will get better in warmer seasons.