Young

Young

Loving you has made me young again

there's no more talk about how this is now and that was then

The hop has returned to my step

I feel so awake and yet I've barely slept

I think of you with a smile on my face

and eagerly ride my bike to your place

to throw rocks at your window

to tempt you from your pillow

and maybe go and sit on the porch

lit by the light of a mosquito torch

We talk and watch the occasional car drive by

I wonder how the moth got together with the butterfly

They say nobody can see what happens beyond the bend

but I'm convinced our story will never end

Lame. I know. Tonight was the season finale of The Bachelorette. My poor Reid. Sigh. Anyways, it got me thinking about something. Reid came back to try to win over Jillian after she had already sent him home. He loved her and was so convinced that the story would end with them being together happily ever after. I think the uncanny ability to picture things working out in your favour goes hand in hand with love and crushes. Even with the experience that age brings, we always fall back to our childlike mentalities that things will work out for the best. We don't really learn when it comes to love. We always hope. We always dream that we are the stars of the storyline. That she is the girl and you are the boy that the pastry chefs modelled the figures after to place on the wedding cake. Peace out.

Hourglass

Hourglass

Indulge me and sit a while

and watch the sand fall in life's hourglass

It falls so slowly

yet with the aid of time

a hill becomes a mountain

Notice the yellow line of paint

a milestone I marked this day one year ago

three inches under today's date

We haven't spoken since then

and now it's too late

Wow, that was not good. I think for some people, the less they write, the better their pieces because they have all this creativity pent up inside them. I think it works the opposite for me. The better the idea that I have, the more it handcuffs me and leaves me struggling to match my expectations. I need to write more I think.

On another note, I'm thinking of buying a camcorder to help me write songs. There's no way I'll be able to remember melodies that I make up in my head. And I'm too lazy to figure out what chords I played by just listening to the audio. I dunno. I wanna write something. Peace out.

Helen Burns

Helen Burns

Spring has set with the blooming of the crimson double-daisies

and I have not seen you for a few days

as the doctor has you locked away

You've fallen ill

and are not long for this world

What would God need with this little girl?

You cough and I know that you are fading fast

I try to choose my words carefully, they'll be my last

"I love you, my friend. I'll remember all I've learned

Rest in peace my dear, dear Helen Burns."

Yup, you guessed right. I'm reading Jane Eyre again. And by "again", I mean for the first time. This has been a tough read and I'm still not even 1/5 through the book yet. I just don't really care about anything that is happening so far. I'm too used to wizards and spells, revenge and wars. At least Bronte killed off a semi-important character. Oh well, back to reading it I guess. Peace out.

Mobius Strip

Mobius Strip

Today I thought it would be fun

to take a walk down a mobius strip.

The journey took twice as long -- it was twice the trip.

I found myself on the other side of the universe,

the underside, in the looking glass,

the world of mirrored images.

The persued is the persuer.

the woo-ed, the woo-er.

The "always" became "never".

Lines that were broken become unsevered.

Nothing can keep them apart

and they lived happily ever after

from finish to start

What a weird piece today. I was listening to a Lost podcast this morning. A bunch of the Lost podcasts are doing a rewatch of the first 5 seasons and then they discuss things that they notice in the earlier seasons with the knowledge of having watched 5 seasons. It's pretty interesting what things were foreshadowed in the earlier episodes. Thinking of Lost puts me in a strange mood and I started thinking about the mobius strip. It's such a weird geometric/mathematical idea. It's easily constructed with a simple piece of paper, a twist and some tape. Look it up if you're lost. What a curious idea that you can keep walking on the surface of a mobius strip and find yourself on the other side of where you started from... very Lewis Carroll and Through the Looking Glass. I wonder if it would be so bad if I found myself on the other side. I think Tweedle Dee and Dum would be a total hoot. Peace out.

Silent

Silent

Come and sit beside me

and dig your feet deep into the sand

Rest your head on my shoulder

and I'll gently rub your hand

As we watch the crashing waves

and the sea foam dancing amidst the rocks

there are few things left to be said

we no longer have our deep talks

Where has all the passion gone?

I'm tired of searching for common ground

We just sit here being silent

the ocean, the only sound

Yup, today's piece was inspired by the Bachelorette. Yes, indeed, I do feel shame. My boy Reid is gone. It is a sad day. A sad day for me and also a sad day for Jillian because she won't be happy with either of the guys left. I really wish that I liked Ed because he pulled my fail proof method of getting the girl. Now before I say it, I just wanna make clear that I've never done it and I don't endorse it... I just know that it works. The method is to tell a girl that you like and then leave right away. Originally, I stated that you're supposed to leave for 2 years but the time frame can be variable depending on the girl and the situation. Ed only left for 2 episodes. Of course, the reasoning behind the method is that by leaving right away, you give the girl time to think about you and about how she can't have you. It's a classic case of you-want-what-you-can't-have. I hesitated about sharing this because it might come off as being scumbaggy but it's really just psychology I think.

Anyways, about today's piece, it's about a couple that has reached a bitter sweet stage of their relationship. They're talked out but they still love each other. I'm jealous of people that have gotten to the stage of being talked out. Oh to only be so lucky. Peace out.

Sour Grapes

Sour Grapes

I remember the days when we used to run and our hearts would race

I'd count the minutes and you set the pace

I long for those days. My heart has grown lazy

and I gaze at the photos with memory hazy

I can no longer remember the small things

the details elude me

Frustrated, I cry. I don't know what's gotten to me

The days seem to slip through my fingers like tiny grains of sand

and now you're off somewhere in a foreign land

Like a child I wait for you behind the drapes

my hands wet, holding freshly washed sour grapes

Hahaha. I wanted to write something yesterday but I couldn't really come up with anything. I was in the shower and I was thinking about the oddity of seedless watermelon. Actually, I don't even know if seeded watermelons are even available anymore. Isn't it odd that some of these fruits have no seeds? How does life go on without seeds? And then I was thinking about how there have been seedless grapes forever... and that's when I decided that I needed to write about grapes. And this is what you got. Oh well. I then started thinking that if I write about grapes, is that equivalent to an artist drawing a bowl of fruit... writing about fruit. I dunno. I'm crazy. Peace out.

My Clock

My Clock

My clock is broken

and so is time

My mind trapped in the past

lost in rewind

My hands

searching through the broken glass

to find the broken parts

I wonder if time gets stronger at the cracks

like healed bone

or is it forever gone

impossible to get back

This morning I woke without an alarm

determined to make a memory

that would last

and stand the test of time

unlike the lilac blossoms that are gone

their fragrance long forgotten

Hmm... not sure what that was about, but my clock isn't broken btw. I don't even know where that came from really. Today's piece is complete nonsense. On my flight home from Calgary, I wsa reading some of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. Maybe that has gotten me into a strange mood. I just wanted to get writing again cause it seems that my pace has slowed down a great deal. Today, I saw a trailer for The Time Traveler's Wife. I'm excited to see it. I read the book a few months back... or maybe it was almost a year ago, I dunno. It doesn't hurt that Rachel McAdams will be in the film. **drool. Peace out.

The Foot Hills

The Foot Hills

Once again, I find myself in the foot hills

and I can't help but to think of you

It's as though the memories I buried

all those years past are wandering the grounds

and haunting the trans Can

I never thought I'd be back here again

going west is for the young

Their dreams are still alive

and their hearts are still full of hope

Promise lingers just over the horizon

always just beyond reach

My speed is now hindered by a trailer full of life

and an inability to sleep

the quest for rest, a daily struggle

I toss and turn

and yearn for a different destination

My imagination fails me

and I return home

the seat beside me empty

Hahaha, that is my travel writing piece. I just recently went on a little road trip to Calgary and this piece was brewing in my head the whole way. I didn't pack any paper or anything to write with but I hoped that I would be able to remember some lines that popped into my head. I was hoping that I would be able to capture the emotion I felt travelling on the 1 heading west. Those were the days. In my first year at university, I enrolled in a Travel Writing english class. I didn't know how the registration system worked and I just randomly registered for an english class to fulfill my english writing requirement. I never thought that one day I would be doing some travel poem writing. Actually, back then, I didn't think I'd be doing any writing. Hmm... if a tree falls in a forest and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound? If I write something and no one reads it, did I actually write anything? Hmm... I'm not sure. Peace out.