Saturday, February 23, 2013


A person who one does not know anything about
and / or
has never spoken to
and / or
has never met face-to face.

The transformation of a stranger
into the recognition of a beautiful human being
whom one can potentially instill trust.

\ˈnō-bə-dē, -ˌbä-dē\
A body that one knows, but like a stranger, means nothing to him or her;
A stranger who becomes a friend, then after time becomes a


Wednesday, February 20, 2013


I've weathered every kind of storm there is. Torrential downpour, hurricanes, blizzards, tornadoes, even those rare ones with a beautiful blue sky without a touch of breeze. But the one I haven't been able to make it though is the one that you've created in my heart. All I can do is hunker down and pray to come out alive.

Friday, February 15, 2013


I stared at the phone, and willed it to light up. All my thoughts (my heart, my being, my soul even!) went into willing a cold piece of metal to come to life. But I knew deep down that this was just the same old story, different "prince charming". He wasn't going to call me. Plans fell through yet again and I'm spending this Friday night alone with H.W.

(That's short for homework)

Thursday, February 14, 2013


Late that night she walked in, heels clanking together. She payed no attention to the glares coming her way from the sides, and the light of the candles only gave enough light to hint at the discolouring of her arms and legs. Nothing about this girl was sanctity, but the pat-pat of her bare feet reminded those frozen faces of a child-like innocence they never had. As she walked herself closer to Him, she found herself lifting out of this world, to something that held more promise.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013


Okay... I know that one wasn't good. But I'll do better next time, I promise! There are just days where my thoughts don't line up and my actions aren't connected with my brain's orders and everything just flat-lines. Just there, dead as a doornail.

But then again...

Was a doornail ever alive?


Flat as a slice of paper, curved up on the sidewalk. Nonsense. Pigs flying though the sky? Pretty ladies on the beach? Squirrels, jumping out of trashcans. This world is flat and full of rounded ideas. Maybe we should think more.

A Year Later

I know it's been awhile since I've written an entry about me and what I've been up to, but today is one of those days where there are words that need to be said. A lot of what is going through my head I've already penned down before but it's never too late to repeat the same thing when it comes to life and the people in it.

A year ago I woke up to a stressful Monday, full of missing the bus and fighting with my mother. Now I'm away at college, got to sleep in, and I called my mother at work just to say hi. It's crazy how life changes. But Tom is still gone. A year later, and I still think of him whenever I wear my necklace, and his bracelet sits upon my desk when I'm not wearing it. I sleep in the troop shirt and I wonder what life would be like if he was still here.

But then I think about how life has changed with out him. How I've grown as a person and how he still makes a difference in what I do. I've learned to take chances, to not let life's sweetest moments pass by unnoticed. I've cared for others more than I ever thought I could and I let my friends and family know that I love them. Life is too short to let it go by without compassion.

Tom, I hope you're doing well, and if you can see if you can find my baby girl up there. She loves the woods and to run, so maybe you could take her hiking with you at some point? Her name is Izzy, if you call her and offer her a treat she'll love you forever. I don't know how to end this... but stay good, okay? Keep watch over your mum and Andrew and everyone else, I know we all look up to you. ♥

Thursday, February 07, 2013


Salesman. He’s at my door. Part of me wonders what he’s selling, but I sit here behind my couch like a statue. My dogs are barking, but I can’t yell to quiet them down. If I do then he’ll know I’m here. He can’t know I’m here… I hope he leaves soon.

Home for Lunch

As he stepped out of the car, he could hear his father in the backyard, shouting for Gladys to bring out the extra barbecue sauce. His cheeks became wet with every hesitant step towards the front door. Before he could even life his hand to ring the doorbell, the sweet chorus of dogs barking and people shuffling began. *DING DONG* A million pairs of eyes greeted him as he was ushered into the living room. Without even a second to put his bags down, he was in the center of his family's embrace. He couldn't stop crying as the timer went off, for it wasn't the alarm waking him from the dream of getting home but the announcement of a home cooked meal being complete.

Tuesday, February 05, 2013

What To Do?

How does one handle
the inevitable end?
I still do not know.

Walking in Love

I don't know your past,
but we walked toward the future
always together.
I fell in love with her after taking her on one walk and somehow I talked my parents into letting her come home with us... that was 7 years ago. I hope she's in a better place now.

The Dog's Watching

I know that I left,
you saw me pack up boxes.
How could I explain?


Don't think. Just write. That's what I was told to do. So I let my fingers roll over the keys, frequent visitor to the <-- Backspace button because of mistypes. But I'm still typing nonetheless. Type. Type. Think. Type.

Saturday, February 02, 2013


All systems are ago. We’ve got the lighting and the music to create the mood, the wine is chilled, and all the staff in the back has a wonderful menu planned. We’re creating the perfect recipe for the perfect night.

But without him, the system fails.

Friday, February 01, 2013


She walked in the room, and no one really noticed. She was a plain girl. Dirty blonde hair all a mess, hoodie and jeans like all these other kids just trying to get through another day. But it was her eyes that caught mine. Deep blue, a sea full of secrets.