Monday, December 31, 2012

A Friendly Hello

One night I heard a loud knock upon my door, but I couldn't see who it was. When morning came, I looked out only to find that it was just Winter telling me he was here to stay.

A Beautiful Distortion

Sometimes what you see
isn't quite reality.
Take a second look.

Small Town, Christmas Day

They're frozen in place,
left standing out in the snow.
What are they thinking?

Oh Well

I took a step out
with no regard for my shoes...
My toes are frozen.

True story...


I wait for the day
when I can finally trade
this cold phone for you.


What I thought was:
“Sure. I’ll go on a date with you. It’s not like you smell of BO or anything. I mean, you’re a nice guy but… No. I won’t hold it against you that you can’t shower after practice. But maybe you can take 5 minutes and suds up before you pick me up at 8?”

But all I said was:

Friday, December 28, 2012


I cautiously look around me. Everyone still has their nose stuck in their book. I wonder if I can make it out of the classroom without anyone noticing. I hope I can make it to my locker then to the bathroom. I can’t believe I couldn't just wait five more minutes for the bell to ring….

Wednesday, December 26, 2012


Now we go. We run. Don't look back, don't slow down. The past is there but it can't be changed. All we can do is look ahead and hope for the best. Don't let the past define who you are, anything can happen if you believe it to be so. Please, just trust me.

Tuesday, December 25, 2012


Burning. Destroying. Giving new life. Tragedy makes way for beauty. It is from the ashes that soil gets nutrients, and in turn, makes room for more plants to grow. It is from the fire that chance is born.


It's snowing on Christmas! It's snowing on my Birthday! This never happens! Happy Christmas everyone!

Monday, December 24, 2012


Very carefully, pick up the knife. Pull, don’t push it towards you. (Just make sure your fingers aren’t in your way.) Glide it across, and watch the liquid pour out.

Take this as Sweeney Todd or Oranges, you take your pick.


Actual. It's the real deal. It's not some made up fairy-tale, a lie that sounds sweeter to the ear. It's what really went down. Sometime's it's the cold, hard truth, but that's actually just the way it is.


Actually… the story goes like this. I threw the rock, hopped, skipped, THEN jumped. It wasn’t hop, jump, skip. All the kids have the story twisted and nobody believes me. So I’ll just sit here drawing flowers with chalk instead.

Saturday, December 22, 2012


He knows that something’s up. The way I’ve been avoiding eye contact, the way that I hold my hands close to me. I know that he wants me to let him in, that he wants me to tell him about my past… but I can’t. I can’t tell him about what happened that night in the cabin. I don’t know that I’ll ever tell him.


I know. Do you know what I know? I know that I know what I know. But I don’t know if you know what I know I know. Do you know? Now I know know is know, but it looks funny after saying it so much.


They lay there, scattered all around the floor. To look upon them is to see the only proof that last night really happened. He gazed upon the empty wine bottles, the spilled popcorn, the pillows and blankets. And by looking just a little closer near the fireplace, he noticed the pink lace that she left behind.

The Doctor and The Dying Frog

So there was an e-card about waking up on December 22, 2012, going outside, and screaming that the Doctor saved the world from the Mayan's predictions. I was dared to do such deed and I willingly accepted, not foreseeing that my voice was going to decide to exchange places with a dying frog. So I decided to make this video now and credit the Doctor before the frog decided to skip town as well. Enjoy.

Friday, December 21, 2012


I love how my steps are audible this time of year. Between acorns and leaves, it’s part of the reason why autumn is my favourite season. Everything has a golden glow that makes the world a little brighter. And as the nights grow longer, I enjoy life a little more.

Thursday, December 20, 2012


Seasons come and go. They are our first example that nothing good lasts. Our favourite time of year is only here for so long, and then it leaves us. But the time away makes us appreciate it even more. Because when our season gets back, it’s several months of guaranteed happiness.


‘Tis the season to be jolly. Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la. I decorated my room and the tree. I baked cookies and decorated them with friends. I’ve sung songs and wished for snow. But I’m still missing the jolly.

Life Right Now

$147 for the Passport.
Bank account will have less than $50 left.
$818 for Next Semester
$?? for Next Semester's Books
$147 for the Passport.
American Equivalent of Birth Certificate also needed.
Where is said document?
I haven't a clue.
I've been up for 6 hours looking for it.
I am exhausted.
I am stressed.
I am frustrated.
I return to a house in need of a good dusting and vacuuming.
The kitchen needs some TLC too.
I need to pack up my room.
Gain some peace of mind.
I need sleep.
But I return to a house that's still a mess.
Everything's just moved around and found new homes.
My needed document?
Lord only knows.
"Look in the mail pile, left side of the desk."
I've looked 3 times.
"That's the only place it can be."
Well I've looked in all the places I've thought of.
In the car.
In drawers.
In my room.
I'm exhausted.
I could have missed the big orange/yellow envelope every single time.
But I'm pretty sure it's not there.
"Then you must have moved it."
Of course I did.
I must have put it somewhere else two months ago.
It's not like it could have been lost in the shuffle of finding the piles of mail new homes on other surfaces.
I know it's on me to find it.
I'm the one who is trying to get her passport in...
6 hours.
But is it asking the world to get a little help?
I can't keep looking over the same piles.
It's like rereading a paper and missing the same misspellings.
If I were to find it now...
I'd chuckle.
Thank some sort of higher being.
And go to bed.
But life doesn't work that way.
It's 5 days until Christmas.
It doesn't feel like Christmas.
Life's flat-lined.
Not saying that everything's going wrong, because things could always be worse.
I'm just saying that nothing is quite going right.
Now that my venting is done.
I have to go back to thinking about where the damn envelope is.

Wednesday, December 19, 2012


Sate. This is an unfamiliar word. Unfamiliar like being loved and giving love in return. Like knowing what it’s like to really be hungry. Like experiencing Christmas in paradise.

Nothing Special

It's six days away
and nothing has changed at all.
Life just seems normal.
I don't feel any older.
It doesn't feel like Christmas.


It’s the hunger games… and I’m not talking about the ones where kids are expected to act as savages. There’s one sticky bun left in the pan and three people that want to eat it. How will this end?


It was my favourite. I hide, and everyone else seeks. I always got myself into the smallest places, ones only a sardine would fit. After awhile they began to collect around me, the game being up until it was obvious where I squeezed myself in behind the couch and under the bookshelf.


In about a minute, I'm going to tell you about the short things I've been posting. I stumbled upon a site called They put up a word a day and you have 60 seconds to write about it. My time's up now, and that's about it. Enjoy!

(Click on the link and try it yourself! Create an account and if you feel so inclined, leave me a link to your story too.)

Tuesday, December 18, 2012


It’s all a game. This life that is. We pick our moves carefully, just to see which choice will benefit us the most. But the part I don’t understand is how one wins. We all end up dead, so what’s the point?

Monday, December 17, 2012

True Story

Stumble Upon gives me new ideas.

A Little Too Much?

I look away because he's exposed.


Five days home home. Then I would be back on my way to go home. Home to the school where I have my life. My friends, my passions, my education, my experiences, my freedom. The five things I cherish most. I just have to survive these five days with the family. Five days home home.


I reached up, his hand meeting mine in a clash that ran through the ages. Our connection was filled with so many different things, and I knew that this could be something as he folded his fingers in between mine.


This was going to happen, no matter how I tried to avoid it. I had to pay my dues. If I was going to stay here, to be accepted, I had to go up and face them all. Do what they told me to do. It was worth more than money to them.


She was supposed to be due today. I circled the date, all those months ago. But I sit here alone. Rocking back and forth, I can only imagine the weight that would have filled my arms.


It was due today. The rent. I had forgotten to pay it the last time, then I just didn't have the money for it the time before that, and before that, my roommate couldn't cover for me. It was due today. And I forgot. Now it won’t be due ever again. I wonder where I’ll go now.

Lights for New Life

I ran out into the street as life's knife came straight for me. A string stronger than the umbilical cord that brought me into this world pulled the speeding car closer to my body. I took a deep breath as I stared into the headlights, just waiting to be taken into a new life.

Thursday, December 06, 2012


Little by little,
I'm picking up the pieces.
Picking up leaves works too...

Monday, December 03, 2012

Damn It

God fucking damn it.

There's just... there's nothing else for me to say. Not now. There hasn't been much for me to say actually. Just lots of stuff going on around campus in the theatre and otherwise but..... damn it, damn it, damn it all.