Thursday, March 31, 2011


Words can be so
unnecessary and
meaningless sometimes,
and it's best left
to pictures and
silence to figure
things out.

Trying to keep my writing to a minimal these days... I feel like I'm dressing up my words too much and saying unnecessary things.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Pencils and Paper

The satisfying sound
of pencil 
scratching on
is something that 
never can be
replaced by
and keyboards.

It's National Pencil Day (I'm not kidding, check out this fellow blogger's website and drawing!
We all need to appreciate our little friend the pencil, as we overuse technology way too much.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011


It's time to 

strip away 

this layer of 

lies and hurt 

and start again 

with a fresh slate; 

changing myself 

with the seasons 

and hope 

for a better 


Spring and the coming of greenery always evoke the sense of changing and starting fresh. It's definitely time for me to get over my "wintery" attitude and welcome spring. Sigh. 

Monday, March 28, 2011

Street Art

Art comes
in all different
and is it
our right to
decide what
is allowed
or not?

I was walking around the Annex, which is an amazing area for shops, as well as street art. I was glad that I had remembered to bring my camera (I started a habit of bringing my camera where I go, in case I get a strike of inspiration). 

Lee's Palace In The Annex

Alley In The Annex Detail Of Left Side

Alley In The Annex Detail Of Left Side

Alley In The Annex Detail Of Right Side

Sunday, March 27, 2011


Feathered friends
bringing quiet
chatter and 
a splash of
colour to
the dull wintery

A pair of house finches came to visit us today... they're so cute, and a promising sign of spring. Sorry for the bad lighting, the background is sunlit while the area where the finches were is shaded, so I had to change the exposure to show more details.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Earth Hour

The soft glow
of candles light
up the faces
of my friends,
the warmth I feel inside.

Watching the clock
as 60 minutes
tick by,
relying on
without the use
of electricity,
it's much more satisfying.

Sitting in a 
dark house
out of hundreds 
in a city
among thousands
with the lights
turned off,
to honour the world,
if only for
an hour.

Friday, March 25, 2011


we are stuck
wandering an 
stuck waiting for
someone to come
or something
to show that we
still have something
to continue
living for.

Sometimes we 
would wait 
for the impossible,
knowing we could
stay in that
grey area
yet we still cling on
to that shred of hope
of finding the 
thing we're searching
and turn our world
upside down.

I was just listening to the song "We Used To Wait" by Arcade Fire, and the lyrics really stuck with me. I believe that all of us are stuck in a grey zone, waiting for something to happen, even if we're not consciously thinking about it. 

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Thanks To Miral

Some things
just never get 
too old,
no matter
how many times we
do it or
how childish it may

 We're able to
cherish those
etched in our
and remember
to smile
in those
dark and brutal 
when the whole
world seems
to frown on

Man, just reading my recent posts, and they're depressing! Miral reminded me that some things never get old, like playing in the snow (which I still do with my brother) and other things that I've learned to cherish and remember. Thanks, Miral, for making my day a little sunnier! 

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Torn Apart

Radioactive blossoms,
shifting plates
and 15 meter waves
leave a path
of death and destruction,
taking and changing
the people who live—
lived there.

have collapsed around
the heads
of those unable
to escape,
the victims
who never knew what
was coming.

Water washes over
the ruins
and shells
of people and
their livelihoods,
this metropolis
off the maps.

Wrapped bodies
of students and 
lie on the 
floor of a gymnasium,
too many dead
for those alive
to take care of.

Families separated
never to see each other
again as a whole;
they are torn apart
like the country.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Radioactive Blossoms

Radioactive blossoms
flourish on 
the once 
busy site,
poisoning and 
across the 

Unstoppable vines
of unleashed power
reach out
and snake around
the abandoned
and evacuated buildings,
invisible to
the naked eye.

What had happened
to this metropolis
that once thrived?

And the brave
few who had
stayed to
save the 
who once relied on
the roots of these

I'm sure many people have heard of the nuclear plant disaster in Japan, and about the brave group of workers who stayed behind to cool the overheating core and spent rods. On the New Yorker, on the latest issue, there's a very clever cover, with a drawing of a Japanese cherry blossom tree, but instead of petals, it was the radioactive sign. Radioactive blossoms stayed in my head the whole day, and this poem was created.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Like Yesterday

I remember
it like it
was yesterday
and not
3 years ago;
all the details
in my mind.

The four a.m
wake up,
after a call,
running to the
going to your room,
and seeing you
and lifeless.

I will
remember that
even though
you were gone,
I wasn't
crying like 
all those times
I sat at
the edge of your bed
and held
your hand.

I knew you had gone
to someplace
where you
weren't in
and that
you would live
in our hearts.

I love and miss you,

Saturday, March 19, 2011


I fly,
my body off the 
for the merest
and carving the 
space around me.

My limbs move
of their own
leading me
across the
in a rhythmic,

The impossible
is achievable,
as you support
and hold
much larger then
doing actions
you never dreamed
was possible for
you to do.

A way
for my mind 
and body to 
let go

I take modern dance classes every Saturday, and it's a lot of fun. A lot of it is improv and creative movement, and the other parts are very cool technical moves. I'm actually able to pick up someone much larger then me, and to move across the floor without being judged. 

Friday, March 18, 2011

Old Friends, New Smiles

Old friends
and new smiles are shared
as we recount 
new events
that the other
will perhaps never
see in person.

A silence
I type quickly,
eager to hear of more,
so that I can
almost feel I'm still
there beside

Though we may
be separated
by a screen and 
different schools,
I have to say
it's the closest
I've been in

Thursday, March 17, 2011

I May Be

I may be
but aren't we
all in 
our own
unique ways?

I may be weird, 
but don't we have
one weird 
in each other?

I may be 
but is
everything pretty?

I may be 
but aren't
we all?

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Washed Away

People screaming,
children crying,
everything's breaking down.

Whatever happened
to those days
when you knew what
to do,
when everyone knew
what to do.

Shelter has
turned into
a death trap;
and realization
hits you hard.

You're going to die.

15 meter wall
of destruction sweeps
houses and
landscape away,
erasing your whole
off the face of the

You wish you had
more time,
more hope,
time to say good-bye
to those you knew.

The walls explode 
around you,
windows and doors
and you close your
and wait to be
carried away.

In Japan, a port side town got washed away, literally, by a 15 meter wave. They were prepared for a disaster, and were expecting 3-4 meter waves, so they went to the "safe" buildings to wait. Only 100 out of 1000 people survived. R.I.P

Sunday, March 13, 2011


How come
no one really
understands me?

They misinterpret the smallest
and think
that I'm
doing something
I'm not,
or that I think
in a way 
I don't.

Even the 
people closest
to me
to conclusions
about who I am
and what I stand for.

Just leave me alone
and judge other

Saturday, March 12, 2011


I open my eyes
and all I see 
is black
and darkness.

No sounds except
for the occasional
car passing by
at 4:00 a.m
and the ticking of 
my clock
that announces the time
with its soft glow. 

No comfort;
tossing and turning
in my covers,
twisting the covers around
me in an attempt
to submerse myself
back into
the dream world.

But now
I can only close
my eyes
and pretend
I can fall back

Had the worst night of sleeping ever last night.... I'm so tired...

Friday, March 11, 2011

Promise Of Spring

A hint of spring
hiding beneath
the mixture of
snow and rain,
and refreshing
the greenery and nature
inside and outside.

Ugh... can't wait for spring to arrive! The weather is promising (it's raining more the snowing) and I can almost feel it. Winter is nice for awhile, but then I just need greenery and warmness outside right now.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Repaint As White

If I could I would
paint this world
and restart
our lives again.
To cover up this
black mess
and start
a blank paper to write
a new story
on of
and love.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Good and Evil

There is a constant
battle between
good and evil
inside our hearts,
each trying to vanquish 
the other.

There is no truly
pure evil
or good
in people;
a shadow
of the opposite
on the edge
of their

There is no 
neat divide
where good 
and bad people
start and end,
as the ones
who judge and look upon
them decide
who is what.

So we must
our two sides
within ourselves
and turn into
an individual
who is neither
good or evil,
but a human.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Circus Freaks

I stand here
tears dripping
off my face,
yet despite
the crowd 
nobody notices
my sorrow.

They watch and 
some fascinated
and others disgusted
by my form.
None of them step out
to rescue me
from this place.

They mutter and scream
at me,
thinking that
I'm not human
as well,
that I'm just
another exhibition
in there lives.

My parents sold
me away,
too ashamed and
greedy for money 
to keep me.
They don't care about me.

To them,

I read a book about the life of a circus performer, but not the ones with the Big Top. No, these were exhibitions of "freaky" and "abnormal" humans and other strange things that people paid to go see. They would gawk and gape, not thinking about what the "freaks" think. I was listening to a song called, "Circus Monster," and this poem was born.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

What Is Love?

What is love?

It's more then just
an emotion,
or a chemical reaction.

It's not something that can be
scientifically explained
or proved.

It's not a single
but a combination
of bliss
and pain.

It's an endless list
of words
wrapped into
one syllable,
so full of meaning
that no person
can fully

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Falling And Flying

It's strange how
for a moment,
falling feels
like flying.

How we confuse
which direction
is up
and confuse the ground 
for the sky.

That we don't know
we're descending
until it's too late
and we hit
instead of 

I was listening to a song called "Falling and Flying" from the movie Crazy Heart, and I love the chorus line: "Funny how falling feels like flying, for a little while." 

Friday, March 4, 2011


The slightest ray
of light
shining on this 
deep pit 
of doom and 
lightening the hearts
of those trapped

The smallest glimmer of 
a better world
and future
hidden beneath
the grime and filth
of humankind's
and cruelty.

We have to keep
reaching towards that 
ray of light
and grab on,
turning the impossible
to reality.

We have to clean off
the dirt
that stands in the way
of a better life;
we have to work
hard to get
what we desperately need.

Find that
piece of hope
inside our hearts
and apply it
to our world.

Thursday, March 3, 2011


Change is 
from second to second,
minute to minute,
something alters,
whether it's
time or 

Seasons switch and
with subtle differences 
each time;
much like humans 
mature and grow
every moment
of our lives.

Without change,
we would be stuck
still born
in a cocoon,
never able to stretch wings
and fly. 

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Musical Isolation

I place the headphones
over my ears,
immersing myself
in a world 
of harmony
and lyrics.

I listen,
head bobbing along,
with the notes
dancing across
my mind,
carrying my mood
with it.

Songs fly by, 
one by one,
merging into one
long piece of music.

I get lost
in a universe of music,
where the lives and thoughts
of others play out
in my head;
losing track of time quickly.

Isolating myself from
everybody else,
I close my eyes
and savour
this moment to myself.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011


A spark
of inspiration starts
a voracious fire 
of words;
fingers dancing over 
the keyboard.

A chapter woven
of conflict
and despair,
with the slightest glimmer
of hope 

Character's thoughts
and feelings
merge with mine,
transforming them
into reality.

Minutes feel like
as I plan and plot
the story
that has become a 
personal project.

But inevitably,
all ferocious fires come
to a quick end,
and I'm left
with a blank mind
and a new part
of a story.

Inspiration comes at the strangest of times, whether it's in the middle of a lesson in class or while out shopping for groceries. With me, I try to remember my ideas and run onto the computer to write down a new chapter to Puppetmaster, or a poem.