Monday, February 28, 2011


Your smile fades,
happiness leaving your face
until only blankness

You're not the person
I know.

My friend
 had disappeared,
and in her place
is a stranger. 

What happened?

The times we spent together
are distant memories.
How I wish
we could go back;
that our separation
never happened.

I look away,
too painful to look
at the face that I recognize,
but barely recognizes me.
At the face that seems
so familiar,
yet strange.

Silence hangs
between us,
heavy with
unsaid words and regrets.

I put on a mask
and smile,
waving good-bye
to the friend
who wasn't.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Lighten Up

We are so
complaining about
the most inane
and ignoring the 
big problems
in the world.

We often ignore
the small blessings
everyday brings us;
things that
 makes us smile
for at least a moment. 

We forget
to remember those
light-hearted moments
and dig ourselves into
our own graves.

We have to be reminded
that happiness comes in 
the smallest of packages,
scattered through out 
the days.

So lighten up.
We all need to. 

Friday, February 25, 2011

Stand Out

We hide who
we are
we are afraid
will not fit in;
that we would be singled
out in a society
where difference
is not
Yet if
no one was 
and no one dared
to stand out,
would ever change
or be interesting
in our

Wednesday, February 23, 2011


How I wish
that I could grow wings
and fly away
from the horrors
we call

That I could escape
the cruelty,
and inanity
whenever I needed;
so I would not feel
that humanity is

Yet I stay
never truly free,
and I must embrace 
these faults
to appreciate
the blessings.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Fighting Children

Determination set 
in their faces,
they set out to their
of trauma
and death.
Trained as soldiers
are tossed into battle
where they are expected
to survive
and win.
The mirage
created of
is quickly shattered
when caught by gunfire;
they may fight 
like soldiers,
but they die
like who they are:

I was in Book City today, when I spotted a book about child soldiers called "They Fight Like Soldiers, They Die Like Children." The title really caught my attention, as well as the cover. It had the picture of a child soldier holding a gun and wearing a fuzzy pink teddy-bear backpack, mouth open and a determined expression. What shocked me was that this boy looked younger then I was.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

The Boundary

and reality
separated by a line so
that the two
blur together.
We have no
distinct boundary
where truth
and false
and the other
What we think
is the finish of one
is truly just the middle
and we must
dig deeper
to even get an inkling
about how
the differences are. 

Saturday, February 19, 2011

What is Real?

How do we know
that what we see
is not the figment
of someone's imagination?

That what we call
is not a dream
or in
the edge
of consciousness
of a person?

That what we dream
is a fake, 
made up world
from our subconscious
and not the other way

Perhaps the world
we always thought as 
twisted and impossible
is actually normal
and the world
we consider
is the

I just watched the movie "Inception" and it totally messed with my mind. I was left with so many questions about what was real and what was a dream that someone created. What was the thing that we called "reality" and what was "fake" or "untrue".
What if someone did find out that the world we consider "real" is actually all a dream, and the crazy, impossible world of our subconscious and imagination is reality? 

Thursday, February 17, 2011


Our fears embodied 
in grotesque forms.
We create them in our stories
a figment brought to life.
A way to cope
with our
worries and doubts,
and a form where 
we can defeat
But does destroying the monster
truly get rid
of the fear
it exemplifies?
Or does it just hides it away
until it comes back
to haunt us once

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

They and We

They came.
And conquered.

Capturing our land
and sending us off
to far away places,
where the soil is barren
and basic necessities 
are gone.
They claim the land is theirs,
that they had discovered it.

They pretend we had never existed.

They take our children
and make them renounce their beliefs
and dreams.
They beat them,
hurt them
and emotionally.

They tell us that everything they do is right.
That white skin is perfect
and any other colour
is dirty.

If any of us try to fight back,
we are destroyed,
They commit genocide without
spilling a drop of blood.

They tell us we are wrong.

But we are not the ones
brainwashing children
or stealing things.
We don't kill people who
go against us,
who don't believe in what we believe.
We are not the evil ones.
We are not the cruel ones. 
We are not the ones that
conquer lands
and destroy people and homes.

Look inside and see
who we truly are.

This is pretty much a generalization of what happened in North America, South America and Australia when white people came and took over. 

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Pleas of a Hitler Youth

Forgive me.
I didn't want to fight.
I didn't want to kill.
I tried so hard
to run away from this carnage,
only to die now
at the hands of my own comrade.
Blood and bodies
of friends and enemies
haunt my dreams,
faces of a thousand
making me scream.
I'm only a kid,
not an adult.
I'm not a monster
that's heartless.
I'm a human.
I'm one of you
who has seen too much.
Forgive me.

I was reading about Hitler and World War 2 when I came across this shocking fact: children and teens were used as soldiers for the Nazis. As young as they age of 10, they were trained as ruthless killers for Hitler, and were sent out to do gruesome jobs. What inspired this is that if any of the 'Hitler Youths' ran away in battle, they were killed by one of their own comrades for being a coward. Just goes to show us that we haven't come far from brutality and cruelty as we would like to think.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

A Small Memorial about the Slave Trade

Our normal lives turned
upside down;
cruelty now reigns
full of bodies, blood
and disease.
We breath in death overseas,
leather cracking over our backs.
Help us.
Captured to make
cotton and sugar
for rich people who are blind
to how we have to sacrifice
our minds, bodies,
and souls.
We try to escape
this hell of a ship;
freeing our souls 
from our tortured bodies.
Remaining silent,
we must write our story
on our skin and mind.
Don't forget this shameful story.
Don't forget,
we're human too.

Friday, February 11, 2011

Rock Shelves

Giant rocky shelves
sit precariously on top of each other
creating hideaways for
and plants.
They carefully store away
the lives of lichen
and marine mammals;
How is it
that something that seems
so hostile
can harbour life? 

Thursday, February 10, 2011

(Human) Nature: Our Impact

Although we
Don’t admit it,
Somewhere inside of
Us knows
We are the ones
Who can change the
For better or for worse.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Open Myself Up

Am I ready to share who I am
with the school?
Am I prepared to face whatever embarrassments
it will bring?
Will I be able to handle the strange looks,
the ones showing me I'm different
and not just a face in the sea of students?
Will it help me at all
knowing I'm doing this all for a good cause?

A perfect person would answer
a yes to all of them immediately,
but I'm not flawless.

I'm scared about what others
will think.
I'm frightened to be picked out as someone
to be pitied and not
as someone normal.
Will I be called a freak?
I'm terrified about the fingers pointing
and the voices whispering,
about laughs shared behind my back.
I'm scared.
Plain and simple.

But what am I supposed to say?
"I had cancer,"
and that's it.
I've got to be brave,
and change the world by
overcoming my petty fears
and raising the awareness
childhood cancer

In class, we're doing a "business venture" and I was placed in the Charity Awareness and Education committee (which is actually not much of a group, just me and someone else). As I realized one of the most effective way to get the message around is to go class-to-class, I saw that I would have to share who I am with the school to raise awareness for the thing I truly care about.
I had childhood cancer at the age of one; stage 4 (the highest stage), neuroblastoma, which is a type of nerve cancer. I'm healthy now, but I still have to go for annual check-ups and sometimes have my hearing and heart checked. The chemotherapy I had to go through caused me to partially lose my hair and damaged my body permanently.
Please check the website to the Canadian Cancer Foundation, also known as the Candlelighters Foundation. It would mean so much to me and childhood cancer survivors and sufferers.

(Human) Nature: Treasure

Rare humans are ones
Who listen, united with
Secrets of nature

Monday, February 7, 2011

(Human) Nature: Contrast

 If humanity is greed,
Then nature is generosity.
For we take all we want
And nature never complains.
But our unsatisfied need
Will eventually come back
And haunt us. 

Sunday, February 6, 2011

(Human) Nature: Connected

We breathe in,
They breathe out.
Exchanging what cannot
Be wasted;
A fair interchange.
Yet what type of dealer are we?
We kill and poison our
But in truth
We are only
Killing ourselves.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

(Human) Nature: Unfair

We eat other
living things and
are not concerned
about it.
Yet why then
do we make
a racket when
other living things 
eat humans?

I've always wondered about this. We hear it everywhere on the news if some guy got mauled by a bear or cougar, but no one pays attention when we go hunt and eat other animals. Why??

Friday, February 4, 2011

(Human) Nature: Echo

There are things we can’t
like nature,
and life.
Yet we foolishly try,
overthrowing the
and cycles,
creating chaos
when we only want order.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

(Human) Nature: Foresting

The tree stretched its leaves
Shaking maple keys
In the morning sunlight
Not knowing what was to come.
People slipped through the foliage like
Carrying axes and saws,
And found the young maple.
All the animals cringed,
Hearing the tree fall
While the trees wept for
Their comrade,
And the humans, deaf to nature,
Carried the corpse away.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

(Human) Nature: Static

Humans are radios,
tuned into our artificial
tuned out of

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

(Human) Nature: Equality

Humans have hurdled free
From evolution
But does that make us
Any different
Or better
Than every other living things?