Monday, January 31, 2011

(Human) Nature: A Reality Tale

Once upon a time
Humans decided the world
Wasn’t good enough
And started building furiously.
They created cities miles into the sky,
Stretching out like giants.
Roads went on forever and ever;
The land groaned underneath the weight.
But humanity was not satisfied.
Soon, the buzzing of bees and
The chirping of birds
Were replaced by
The sounds of cars whooshing past.
Nature was substituted by
Yet people called it a
Wonderful world.

This is part of a poem book I had to do last year. My theme was the relationship between humans and nature, hence the title (Human) Nature.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Dying Flowers

Bowed heads
accept their fate;
still beautiful as they
start to decay.

Petals fall one
by one,
fluttering to the floor

Stems too brittle
to support

How is it that
can still contain
such brilliance
and beauty?

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Other Side of the Wall

On this side
of the wall
there is:
 All we can 
really see is just
a broken wall.

But a window
is open,
giving us
a fresh breath of air
and light from
a different part of the world;
which makes us all wonder:

"What's on the other side of the wall?"

This was taken at the Distillery District, when they were doing some construction. As the builders took a break from tearing down an old building, a wall still stood, most of it broken. But the way the window was open and shone light was fascinating, which made me think that perhaps there's something more to the wall then we think. 

Thursday, January 27, 2011


Young saplings
cling tightly to their
nurse log;
an ended life
nourishes a new one.

The log slowly rots away
back into the ground, 
while the saplings reach
for the sunlight
and sky. 

Death must support
life must supply
for death,
or else the world
would collapse;
a never ending cycle
that is vital to our Earth.

Just needed something to cheer me up after the sad, angry thoughts I had yesterday. This was taken in the Niagara Escarpment area in the summer.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011


A phone call in the night
and your world has ended;
shattered into a million pieces
that time will never heal.

A choice
that can never be forgotten,
a ripple effect
that hurts everyone around you.

Faces of people
that you have known
or loved
covered in blood;
staring with blank,
unblinking eyes.

The world spins around you,
yet you insist
that you are still fine,
but inside you know you aren't.

Families broken,
heart is broken,
life is broken.

One mistake.
One crash.
Everything happens 
in a split second.

Why do they have to be hurt because
of someone who couldn't
make the right choice?

Why do others have to
pay the price
for the actions of others?

So do me a favour,
do yourself a favour,
do a favour to all of us.

Don't drink and drive.

In school today, we watched a shocking presentation by MADD (Mothers Against Drunk Driving) about the stories of real-life people being hurt by drunk-driving. It was so sad to see how people make such stupid mistakes, which causes consequences for many people. So please, if you ever see someone go to drive somewhere drunk, or if you are drinking, or someone get hit by a drunk-driver, don't ignore it. Do something about it.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Main Street, Seattle

A mixture
of old and new
meet on Main Street;
where cars mingle with 
horse drawn carriages,
and popular chain stores
are in century-old

Go to a place
where rooms used to be 
75 cents,
where buildings fashionable
in the early century
still live.
Where you can buy
a cup of coffee
and visit funky stores
to see new trends. 

Old-fashioned lamps
light up the streets
alongside silver skyscrapers.
Newly paved roads
run over hills,
racing past an ornately decorated
streetcar stop.

History preserved perfectly
among the proceeding

A glimpse of the past
and a taste of the future;
a place where time
has no meaning.

These pictures were taken in Seattle. It struck me how amazing the history was preserved here, with many historical sights. The first picture was of an old building across from a park, and the second picture is of another building that used to be a hotel.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Life Story Thread

Life is constantly being 
as we go on
through time.

Years fly by
with new chapters 
inscribed onto
our hearts;
with small stories of
and sadness.

Our lives are just stories
woven into the tapestry
of eternity;
separate threads
have no strength
or meaning,
but when fitted together
they create
something of meaning
and beauty.

Friday, January 21, 2011


Broken cement and bricks
lie on the ground;
irrevocably broken,
a now unsolvable puzzle.

Wires and metal
snake through
the gaps and holes;
useless now 
to the dead structures.

Nature reclaiming
the land,
using the things
that we have thrown
to create something new.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Nature's Stairway

Roots hungrily grasp
at the rocks,
scrabbling to find the soil.

Trees lean dangerously
towards the sunlight,
until it seems that anymore
growth will send it toppling
to the river below.

Moss clings
to the trunks
and the stone,
tinting everything with 
velvety green.

Needles and fallen leaves
into the dirt,
creating a base for new life.

Erosion wore away to reveal
a stairway beneath
that leads 
to the forest beyond.

Climb one step,
then another,
and enter a different world
where we belong to the Earth,
and not the other way around. 

This was taken in the Niagara Escarpment area, in the summer time. 

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Word Sickness

Thoughts and words
pound on my mind;
pacing around
they can't find a way out.

My writing has no meaning
they are just
jumbled up letters
with nothing special about them.

I'm sick with
forced poems
and thoughts.
My mouth stings with bile
from word-vomiting,
and yet I still stick
my metaphorical fingers
into my throat,
hoping something
that makes sense comes out.

I need to regain my senses
and feelings.
I need to rest
until the sickness of mine
is healed.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Crawling Time





Time is

c     r     a     w     l     i     n     g

torturously slow,

with all of us waiting

for the bell

to ring.

Seconds feel

like minutes,

minutes like hours;

all of us

hoping for

time to speed up

and to get this

over with.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Visit to N.T

I step into 
the crowd of people;
crushed and squeezed from all sides,
laughter and talking
 buzzing in my ear.

I search for you 
and then smile,
you look as overwhelmed as
I feel.

I wave until I grab your attention,
and then I start to walk along the edge,
trying to avoid
the elbows and backpacks
pointed every which way.

We look around together,
taking in the feel 
of a different school;
knowing that possibly
we would spend
our next four years
in the same place
where we are standing.

But for now,
we are just tourists to high school;
strangers to the teachers
and students,
to the inhabitants
of North Toronto. 

Monday, January 10, 2011


Back-stabbing whispers
haunt halls
and minds;
secrets told
and promises forgotten.

In just a second
it destroys reputations,
forms prejudices and stereotypes
all because
of one little whisper.

It poisons our blood
and messes with your head,
creates cages that we cannot

One little rumour,
a little gossip,
and our world is turned
upside down.

Sunday, January 9, 2011


A whole world
contained in a hole;
a colony's life contained within.

Swarms flowing in 
and out;
a current of activity
comes out of the darkness
of the hollow log.

Something so small
can contain so much life.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

City Nature

Many people say that the city is lifeless;
totally void of nature.

But they are wrong.
Look around.

Green lives 
in the sidewalk cracks;
birds navigate the maze
of buildings;
insects create their tiny world 
along the ground.

Look again.

Realize how adaptive
nature is
to the environment;
how resilient it can be.

Let us remember this.

The city is just
another ecosystem,
as diverse
as any other.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Tribute to Friends

You will always be
remembered by me,
even after we
part ways

I'll remember the one
who stood by my side
and lent me a hand
when I needed it.

I'll remember
the one who shared my feelings,
like siblings in all
but genetics.

Even after 
the last time I see you,
I'll save a small part
of my heart
to remember
one of the greatest people
I know.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

December Weather

The snow slowly
exposing the grass underneath;
plants and animals tricked
into thinking that 
winter has already ended.

What had happened?

Freak weather 
and some 8 degrees temperature;
a strange,
warm winter.

Monday, January 3, 2011

Pointing Nowhere

Signs pointing
to nowhere
and nobody;
They sit in a clearing
besides the path,
out of place with all of the
trees and grass.
Questions are whispered as
people pass by:
"Who put them there?"
"What are they for?"
"Why are they there?"
But the signs can't talk,
so people leave the oddity
of signs pointing nowhere.

This was taken at the Brickworks in the summer, during some construction. Someone had placed them there, and no one passing by knew why or who.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Happy 2011

New hope
New celebrations
New sorrows
New joy
New love
New peace
New news
New traditions
New possibilities
New potential
New discoveries
New understanding
Happy New Year Everybody!