20/20

20/20

Myopic vision of the future
barely seeing past my nose
Hyperopic when it comes to the past
seeing each step in the dance
Everything that happened this year
a blurry vision at best
Another winter diary written
to collect dust with the rest of the annals of my life
Melodramatic at its core
the rantings of a memory whore
I spend the time to read the pages
living the year in rewind
an ode to auld lang syne

Cliche at its cheesiest. I didn't know how I wanted to end this year of blogging. I was debating if I wanted to end with a bang or start the new year with a bang. (not like this piece is super awesome), but I did try to hold back from writing the past couple of days to build up the creative pressure in my head... so that when I eventually sat down, I wouldn't crap out garbage. Anyways, HNY all my peeps. Peace out.

The Unfinished

The Unfinished

WIP (work in progress)
everything is still a mess
I drew in the sand
and you drew in cement
My picture changes with each passing wave
and your picture permanent like the grave
I wager that you'll have regrets
all the things left to do
and people you haven't met
You needed to rinse and repeat
but you only rinsed
We're in the middle of the process
We are the unfinished

Just watched disc 1 of HIMYM season 4. That's my inspiration for today. Man, I could use a great big burger at the moment. I didn't think that I would write anymore this calendar year but I couldn't stay away. *sigh. Peace out.

Pay the Band

Pay the Band

Like summer
I'm ready to fall
Tired of a forever of uncertainty
the lone ship
in an expansive sea
Waiting for the other shoe to drop
I sit and eat my toothpaste cake
I watch the clock
it ticks and tocks
my existence draining clockwise
with the second hand
the night is over
go pay the band

Today I was looking for some pictures to use as source images for my wacom tablet pen drawing practice. This piece is inspired by the collective of things that I came across. MMmmmMMmm... toothpaste cake ftw. Peace out.

Oh yeah, this was the post that breaks my number of entries record of last year. Yay me.

The Visitor

The Visitor

I hope you found
what you were looking for
the visitor
Searching for some specific piece
of history
our story
written in inelegant prose
You would do better I suppose
but I don't have excuses
just well thought out reasons
from ten years of thinking
I've convinced myself
that it was I who put you on the shelf
to collect dust

How many times have I rhymed "self" with "shelf"? I think I've lost count. Lol. I have to clearly say that the obvious choice of what this thing is about is incorrect. It's about something no one would even guess. Peace out.

Fail

Fail

I try but I failed
like the cartoon whale
that greets visitors
on a popular site

I tried eye contact
but with sunglasses
I giggled and batted my lashes
I touched elbows
and squeezed knees
trying to trick her in giving a smile
to give me energy to try for a while
longer or at least ponder
my chances of advancing
pass round 1 of this game

Well, curling is done. I'm sad. Those two teams representing Canada better bring home the gold. Boo-urns to my teams. Peace out.

Winter Diaries

Winter Diaries

Another year of writing in winter diaries
hoping for spring time romances
Once again
throwing your hat into the ring
ready to join the game
that doesn't follow the rules of science
nothing is repeatable
and hardly anything is observable
except through the foggy mirror of self-reflection
You try to be the cause and she gives no reaction
who knows, maybe you were only off by a fraction

I debated about whether I should write today. I only needed to write 4 more times this year to get my personal best. I thought maybe I shouldn't pass my record by too much so that I can beat my personal best again next year w/o killing myself. "off by a fraction". I'm obsessed with this flash game that makes you try to do things by "eye" and then tells you how accurate you are. I was in the top 10 for a while but I think I've been knocked off. Oh well. Peace out.

Curl

Curl

Throw the rocks
and sweep hard
to keep the line true
Come across the face
to get the double you need
Hurry hard! More! More!
The shooter stays in the house
for a score of four

Love me some curling. Peace out.

Forget

Forget

Remind me again to forget
all the mistakes and regrets
that I've made in your past
and help me to see you where you're at
The boy that just wanted his dad
but it's too late
my mind is unhinged
I'm forced to stand on the sidelines
and watch from the fringe

Today's piece is inspired by tonight's episode of Fringe. It's entering its winter hiatus. Oh well, at least there's still 3 more days to watch some quality curling. I wish curling was on year round. Can't get enough of the stuff. Hurry hard. Peace out.

The Lick

The Lick

Tell the truth
give me proof
Make the bet
if your mind is so set
If you think your word will stick
go ahead and bet a lick

Lick that man's face
and maybe enjoy an optional embrace
Can't you confidently count to ten?
or do you lie for the chances to lick men?

True story. I'm actually writing this on Thursday but I'm gonna fudge the timestamp so that it says Wednesday. I intended to write before midnight but I got stuck watching Youtube. Licks double every week. Peace out.

Arctic High

Arctic High

The arctic high is on the move
and the sun is just the consolation prize
for this unbearable cold
Where is there to go?
but to visit friends who are visiting
returning from the west
back from the dead
People all thought it was just a fad
but guess what?
I'm still mad

I wasn't gonna write today. I already tried to write something a couple hours ago and got no where. Anyways, that's all for now. Peace out.

The Window

The Window

The window is open
I can feel a breeze
but I wait
always a gentleman
allowing time to mend her heart
but then I lose the nerve
and wait again for the seas to part
I'm so nervous
my body is quaking from my head to my toes
but I waited too long
the window is once again closed

Inspired by tonight's HIMYM. It was better tonight but I didn't buy that Barney would fight Ted for her. Oh well. I guess I can't expect the writers to stop totally sucking instantly. They had to keep some sucking in to ease the transition I guess. Peace out.

Six Pounds

Six Pounds

Six pounds and a cupcake later
I still can't take my eyes off her
the girl with so many nicknames
all of them, I claim to have created

I made her
the person she is
the star of the biz
We should never have dated
things were already overly complicated
with distance and time
and other boys with their rhymes

Squandered years and unachievable goals
my shot just wide, outside of the poles
Six pounds and a cupcake later
I can no longer find the strength to hate her

I didn't do any journal data entry today... although I was tempted to do some but I didn't want to get caught up in the past. I watched quite a bit of football though. Sunday football ftw. After that, I got lost in youtube. Maybe I need a youtube romance. That would be awesome. Now if only I could find someone awesome on youtube that doesn't already have a million fans. You know, get it on the ground floor. Be the one to make her... before she gets too big in the biz and forgets about the little people. I'm little... but maybe if I was 6 pounds more little... littler? I dunno. W/e. Peace out.

Scattered Pages

Scattered Pages

I've chronicled you through the ages
written down on scattered pages
that I throw around the room
in secret drawers
and engineering lab books
Detailed retellings of first impressions
the forward progress and the regressions
and ramblings of my new obsession
I spend some time
to reminisce
and think of the days of bliss
I look back into the mist
of my imperfect memory
coloured with feelings and emotions
all the things I've forgotten
they can fill the ocean

Yesterday, I had an idea about how I wanted to rearrange my room. I'm totally obsessed with doing it now but I need to wait for somebody to be able to give me some physical assistance because my desk is super super heavy. Anyways, in preparation for the rearranging, I tried to clean up some stuff in my room so that I didn't have to move too much stuff when I actual do the moving. I stumbled across all my journals that I started and abandoned. In highschool, I consistently wrote in one journal and when I filled it up, I got a bit lost. I didn't know what to do. I tried many times to start a new journal... a new vessel to carry my thoughts. But then things started getting messy. I would start a different journal for every different girl. I didn't like having thoughts about one girl be in the same book with thoughts about another girl. Long story short, I've got all these journals with like 5-10 pages written in them and it's all just a mess.

I've decided that I want to digitize my journals so that they will be organized and searchable. It's actually more work than I thought it would be. I thought that since I can type way faster than I can write, it shouldn't take me too long to do it since I've written very little since my first full journal. If only I wrote a bit neater, I might have had a chance to use some good OCR software to make things easier but it looks like I'll have to type it in. Wish me luck. I'll be sure to tie a string to my ankle so that I don't get too lost in yesterday. Peace out.

White Whale

White Whale

Let me spin you a tale
about the high seas and whales
and the search that took me to the ends of the earth

Everything was total fail
I grew tired of hunting my white whale
frustration took all the wind out of my sails

It's been 2 weeks of frost
I give up
I think I've lost

Lately I've been obsessed with Moby Dick. Maybe I should read it. Maybe I should. Hmm... I think I like to repeat myself. Oh well. Peace out.

A Few Days at a Time

A Few Days at a Time

I miss the times
when the days would crawl
I regret it all
for I made a wish
that time would fly
I couldn't wait
for my next kiss
that I lived my life
a few days at a time

It worked at first
but I think I made things worse

I could just blink my eyes
and winter would have passed on by

But I'd miss all the little things
the weight of your glance
the wrinkles that form around your eyes when you're about to smile
the repositioning of your hair to reveal your ear
and all the other small details
I blinked
and I missed a year

Yeah. Lovely. I took a break yesterday. I really felt like I hit a wall with my fake creativity. Hopefully today's was a better effort. I wonder what would happen if you could live your life 2 days at a time. Or maybe that's what happens when you "live for tomorrow". But then again, there are also drawbacks if you "live for the day". Who knows. Maybe every philosophy is wrong. Or maybe we once again come around to the fact that there is no "right". Anyways, I know that this has been kinda rambly but I think I'm right. Peace out.

Dawn of December

Dawn of December

It's the dawn of December
greeted with dark mornings
short lived days
and a chance of lake effect snow
Leaves cling to certain trees
refusing to accept the season
Winter is here
and spring is more than just a tomorrow away
Put on your mitts
and come out to play
or hide indoors
and get bored
running on your treadmill

Wow. Today's piece was so painful to write. It took ages to get the garbage that I got. Maybe next time I have writer's block, I'll just write garbage in a couple of minutes instead of wasting my time trying to get something good and still get garbage. Sigh. Peace out.

Maybe Not

Maybe Not

The invader returns
a consuming fire
a desire
The feeling in your gut
that wants something more
to strive for
to reach out and grab
and hold
to climb mountains
and to announce to the world
but then your stomach goes up in knots
and you think
maybe not.

One of the fastest things I've written in a long time... and it didn't take a long time at all. See what I did there? Peace out.

Daydream Chaser

Daydream Chaser

Monochrome fantasy
burnt out fairytale
with no colours left to speak of

Daydream chaser
head in the clouds
a boy who dares to love out loud
with reds and blues
and different combinations of hues

Draw your life with many colours
close your eyes
and paint your lover

Yeah, you're right. This one is a bit different from my usual stuff. I don't know why. Or do I? I don't. Peace out.

Beautiful Stranger

Beautiful Stranger

I invite you to walk with me on streets of cobble stone
the streets I once would have walked alone
between cathedrals and museums of art
built in ages so dark
And we can discuss magic, fairy tales
books about love, and books about whales
Come lay beside me in the park
when the lights of Vienna grow dark
my beautiful stranger

Last night Before Sunrise and Before Sunset were playing back to back on tv and I watched them. Good story, I know. Anyways, this piece is inspired by the films. I must have spent a years worth of time on a bus and I've never met a girl like that. Only in the movies I guess. Peace out.

Rubicon

Rubicon

She said meet me across the Rubicon
with runners and my backpack on
I hope she has everything that I lack
'cause past this point, there's no turning back
We're totally committed, all our chips are in
credit cards and a GPS device for the win

No comment. Test driving the new headphones. No opinion yet. Peace out.

Daydreaming

Daydreaming

I sailed my boat through a field of snow
and hummed a song
while the world was a glow
with the moonlight that brightens the night
in this field where as child I flew kites
and this nonsense has absolutely no meaning
it's just the nonsense fiction of daydreaming

Hmmm.. not sure, but I might already have written something with the same title in the past. I was very uninspired today. Unlike yesterday, no ideas were coming to mind. I ended up surfing the net for quite sometime to try to find some inspiration. I rediscovered a girl that I love on youtube. After that, I played with my digital camera cause I somehow screwed it up and it wasn't taking pictures as crisp as I remembered them being and discovered that I was in burst mode or something. Lol. Anyways, all that to say that I have no idea what today's piece is about. Peace out.

The Sneeze

The Sneeze

He needed to sneeze.
and left the room to do it.
I swear. The apartment shook.

Just wanted to get something in. I rarely write true stories but this one is straight from real life. True story. Peace out.

Mutual Assured Destruction

Mutual Assured Destruction

I couldn't take my eyes off of her
for a few seconds we were back in 2004
but everything is different now
the same feelings aren't there anymore

I nudged her with my elbow and shot her a smile
and decided to sit down and chat for a while

I asked her what she was dreaming of
she said that by this time next year
she hoped to be somebody who's loved

Haha, strange title I know. I'm actually listening to a history podcast by the same name. It's rather hard to write a poem while listening to two guys discussing the cold war. This was not an intended experiment but it just saved me some time as I've fallen a little behind in my podcasts listening. Peace out.

The Mad Hatter

The Mad Hatter

Come, gather 'round the table
with the Hatter and the Hare
take a seat near the end
and throw away your cares
Have vodka with your tea
and before very long
you'll be singing under the influence
a somber autumn song

"I wish you a happy merry unbirthday
you're a beautiful mess
merry happy unbirthday
to the girl in the stereotypical blue dress"

Lol. Still writing Carroll inspired pieces even though I haven't touched it in a couple days. Another weak showing on the CBS monday night line-up. Boy, I wish I could quit you. Unfortunately, I'm still hoping they will bring back Victoria. Victoria ftw. Peace out.

Loud and Clear

Loud and Clear

I want to start off everyday
waking up beside you and saying 我愛你
but you had different things in mind
other things you'd rather say
You kept things to the point
simple and clean
I got the message loud and clear, 再見

Just a little experiment. Use cantonese for the rhyming scheme. Yesterday, I figured out how to input chinese characters using the keyboard settings. I had to find a song on Youtube for my parents. Hahaha. I still have no idea how chinese works on the internet or even how people can stand having to type in chinese. I'm brutally slow... especially seeing that I don't know my chinese very well. Anyways. This ends my chinese experiment. Maybe my blog will get blocked in China now. Peace out.

the sound?

the sound?

Where's the sound?
this silence speaks a thousand words
It knows no bounds
all I hear are crickets and birds

Where's the sound of a human voice?
the only one I want to hear given the choice
It's blocked out by my noise cancelling headphones
she avoided me like a pothole marked off with traffic cones

Lol. I don't know what that was about. Initially, I had wanted to write something inspired by Smallville but then the piece just got a mind of its own and went askew. Sound is so important. I think people often underestimate the importance of the a/v slash sound guy. That is definitely a job that should be left to the pros. Peace out.

Wonderland Chess

Wonderland Chess

When the letter came in the mail, it was clear
that I was on the other side of Lewis Carroll's mirror
and my nasty habit of chasing white rabbits
has caught up with me
I twiddle my thumbs with 'Dee and 'Dum
and sob to the white queen
'bout how the world could be so mean
to dangle her in front of me for so long
I could never have captured her
I'm just the white queen's pawn

Yeah, if you're wondering if I'm still making my way through Wonderland, I am. I've read it before so it's no big deal. I'm a few chapters away from finishing Through the Looking Glass. I have it by my bed and read a chapter here and there to kill the time. Maybe I'm not concentrating hard enough when I'm reading it but I don't understand why they had to make all the movies so scary. I guess the universe is odd but still... I dunno.

On a side note, I heard Book of Love today and I'm totally obsessed with it now. Watch. I'll totally forget all about it in a few days and move on to some other song. Peace out.

Instinct

Instinct

I can't say I recognized you right away
but I decided that I loved you anyways
It was just an instinct that I trusted
and I was right
I figured out who you were that same night
You were the lady of the lights

Have you ever watched a tv show and recognized a guess actor and wasn't able to recall where you know them from? I hate that. It just totally distracts me as I churn my brain, thinking of possible tv shows or movies that I might know them from. Gotta love imdb to help ease that problem. It's weird though. I think the human brain is so good at facial recognition. Sometimes it's an actress that you haven't seen in years and they look fairly different but yet your brain still says, "you know this girl. and you loved her in the past. love her now." That happened to me tonight as I was watching tv.

Hahaha. I just wanted to ramble about that as I felt like I haven't been rambly enough as of late. Peace out.

Rushed Puzzles

Rushed Puzzles

I'm good with puzzles
but I couldn't get it back together
after it fell apart
It seems that they gave me
too many pieces at the start
Not everything fits anymore
I try and I try
and I explore and explore
different configurations
and play around with orientations
but I can't get you to fit anymore

I rushed this one out to try to get it in before midnight... that's my excuse for it sucking. Peace out.

In the Forest

In the Forest

Still in the forest
lost in the woods
The compass and map you gave me
have done me no good
Every tree looks like the other
and trails wind in circles
I duck under branches
and walk through the puddles
too tired to try to go around them
too exhausted to keep running

Grass, leaves, and trunks fill my vision
If I run anymore into this forest,
I'll be running out of it by definition

Lame. I wanted to write something about zombies, but nothing came to me. Maybe tomorrow... maybe tomorrow, you'll be mine... Peace out.

Placeholder

Placeholder

I hope you don't mind being my placeholder
the one that keeps the seat warm
as I kill time to recover from the storm
Express all your feelings
and scream to your hearts content
Your stay here is free
I won't even charge you rent

I need to work on my pronoun usage. I think I change who I mean by "you" like 3 times in that piece. Oh well. It's something a highschool english class can discuss while dissecting this piece. Have fun kids. Peace out.

The Missing

The Missing

Sometimes it's not about who's here
but it's about the missing
It's the emptiness that sucks the air out of the room

Sometimes it's not about who you are
but it's about the timing
We're both out of sync and can't get realigned

My head hurts
with an overtaxed mind
running the simulations
and dissecting the layers
to get a clear picture
the answer that I've been searching for within each frame

Not sure what that was about. I'm just killing time as photoshop does it's magic. Who knew separating 83 layers into individual psd files would take so long. Peace out.

Hungry

Hungry

I wake up
just to stare at the autumn reflections
with my morning bedhead
and a sense of urgency
taking shape in my stomach
a hunger
that grows and grows
it lightens my head and dims my vision
Oh what a decision
yogurt or cereal?

Lame but it's something. It's no big deal that this is not a masterpiece. My masterpiece today was the completion of my vector art. Yay me. Peace out.

Boomerang

Boomerang

You are a boomerang you see?
eventually you'll come back to me
if I use the right angle
and fine tune the force
to control your flight
and bring you back to me this night
that grows dark all too soon
on this November evening
where dreams feel real
and reality seems fleeting

I had to write something since I'm falling behind on my goal of writing more. Peace out.

Everybody Settles

Everybody Settles

This counts
and everybody settles
for the guy who's not perfect
and the girl that nags
just a little too much
Not wanting to be alone
or admit a mistake
We dance our dance
into deeper holes
until there is no where to go
but to walk away
or tie the knot
If you are asking me if you should stay together
I think not.

Inspired by tonight's HIMYM. Weak season but I still have to watch. Peace out.

lucid dreamings

lucid dreamings

timelessly
the hours pass
as I blink my eyes at 6 am
and wake up at 8

powerless
to control the outcomes
even in my lucid dreamings
no matter the amount of scheming
you're always just beyond my imagination
and the lingering dream-like sensations
haunt the day and heat my blood

I haven't written for a couple days. I've been distracted playing Torchlight and watching After Effect tutorials. I want to make a music video... if only I had the raw footage to work with. Peace out.

5-7-5

5-7-5

quietly sit there
always looking at your phone
hoping he would call

picking at your fries
in the center of the mall
trolling the food court

you try to forget
but then you catch his fragrance
another lost day

5-7-5 it up. Another lazy writing day. Peace out.

Fireworks

Fireworks

The boom of fireworks
came out of nowhere
and made my heart skip a beat

The bright lights
interrupting the dark night sky
being released from a distant field

I see them in my back window
reds, blues, and yellows
howlers, and chrysanthemums

Remember when we saw the fireworks
and you rolled your ankle on the driveway?
You probably don't
but the sound and lights have brought me back to that day

Well, tonight, I was watching baseball in my basement, and all of a sudden, I hear three distinct booms. Like a low bass that seemed to shake my house. I thought people were trying to break in. My heart was racing and I didn't know what to do. I have an imagination, I do. Anyways, later on, I hear similar noises and find out that there was a fireworks show going on outside for some reason. I dunno. The earlier booms were probably some test shots. Who knows. Peace out.

Wrong Side of Winter

Wrong Side of Winter

we met on the wrong side of winter
and gave each other half smiles
like two strangers in line
undeserving of our full efforts
none of us eager to flirt
you left with a guy
I left with my feelings hurt

Lolz. Sometimes the timing is all wrong. And sometimes the other guy is taller and better looking. Peace out.

holding bears

holding bears

time passes

an illusion of movement

the loss of days

and senses

clocks clang

and interrupt the silence

marking time

with outstretched hands

girls cry

in lonely corners

asking questions

and holding bears

Needed to write something today since I didn't write yesterday. I'm starting to understand how much I need to write this year to match my best. Tried to keep my lines short again today. I still don't think I understand how to do it properly. Other people can write such powerful stuff with such few words. I dunno. Peace out.

back to the wild

back to the wild

sigh
we counted the days
in eager anticipation
the waiting
was aggravating
and it was just disappointing
it was the worse week
it was not what I seeked
and so it ends for a while
she was called back to the wild

No note today. Peace out.

the noobs

the noobs

the noobs
need to be carried
they can't listen
or take direction
between me and them
there is no lose of affection

I hate noobs. Sigh. Peace out.

white knights

white knights

turn on the smoke machine
and fade into the fog
of the forgotten yesterdays
a memory obscured
by time and drink
and sink down to the depths
to feel the bottom
and look up to the glare
of searching flashlights
from the white knights
that have come to your rescue
tall, dark and handsome
hats -- slightly askew

Nonsense again. Not sure if this piece is related to the previous pieces. I just felt the pressure to write. 39 more to match... 40 to set the record. Peace out.

1/3

1/3

1/3 through the fall
and 7/8 through this day
I sit here and count away
on my fingers to pass the time
fractions - distractions of my mind
and between all the nonsense
I've nearly forgotten
where I've found myself sitting
A puddle of tears
from whence I was a giant
I drank the potion and I ate the crumpet
all in vain to get the garden
that just lies behind the tiny door
just over there
where my lady awaits me beyond the lens flare

Hmm... crazy me again. A couple nights ago, I couldn't sleep so I read a chapter of Alice in Wonderland. Crazy crazy. And so it goes. I only need to write 40 more things to match my most productive writing year. Peace out.

lens flare (aftermath)

lens flare (aftermath)

today
I didn't recognize you
with your new hair
and new name
And there I was
exactly the same
with my hands in my pocket
and my eyes hiding behind my bangs
I wished I could speak
but my words were blocked
it's all okay though
it's not like we usually talk

Hahah, I'm not writing about anything. I just thought it would be interesting to see if I could write a "storyline". It might be interesting to see where it goes. Or it might not... and be another failed experiment. Peace out.

lens flare

lens flare

tomorrow
she walks
but not in dream
the solid object
behind the sheen

of lens flare
I close my eyes
so they can readjust
she melts my heart
and my blood
bleeds through the rust

Haha, I didn't really know what I wanted to write about today. I just had a line length in mind when I was writing. I wanted to write something with short lines. I don't think I know how to do it. I think I've fallen in love with the run on sentence in my pieces. I like to keep adding an "and" and continuing a thought. I know it's pretty arbitrary where I decide to cut off a line. Perhaps this piece only has short lines because I decided to break up a sentence into 3 or more lines... which is probably the case. I dunno. Just experimenting. Finished disc 3 today. * sigh. Half way through... Peace out.

Envy

Envy

I'm green
with jealousy
I'm still running xp
I've got windows 7 envy

I'm also running vista on my desktop but I didn't feel like finding something that rhymes with vista. Actually, I'm not sure why I want to run windows 7. I hear there are some issues with some of the games I like to play. Oh well. Weak yesterday, and weak today, and probably weak tomorrow. Peace out.

The Lie

The Lie

It's the lie that you tell yourself
the lie that you want so badly to believe
You hold onto it like the blanket
that you were never without as a child
You're almost convinced that you fully believe it now
but that knowledge only re-enforces that you know it's a lie
Try
as you try
day after day
The lie: You don't care what people say

My sister found Veronica Mars season 1 in the Walmart discount bin the other day. I've watched the first 2 dvds so far. I think I've caught up to the episodes that I've seen on tv. From here on out, the episodes will be new (to me at least). Today's piece was inspired by episode 8. I love me some Kristen Bell... my flavour of the week, month, year, w/e.

The Pen

The Pen

Get the feel
and learn the motions
to trace lines of flesh and cotton
Manipulate the curves
and learn the right strokes
to create vector designs
that touch the soul
The secret is in mastering the pen tool
If only I could
I'd be so totally cool

Lately, I've been trying to learn or relearn how to use the Pen tool in photoshop/illustrator because I want to try my hand at vector art. It's so hard and it takes so much patience. I've been trying to step through a tutorial that I found online. I got about half way through it but I lost the motivation to finish it because it's of a subject I don't care about... and when I'm done, I'll have my version of a vector art that probably won't compare to the one from the tutorial and it would be useless. I want to find an appropriate picture that I can do for my first vector art. Any suggestions? Peace out.

Days like These (unfinished thought)

Days like These

It's on days like these
days when you can see your breath
as the warmth exits your body
and hits the cold autumn air
On days like these
when the clouds stretch from horizon to horizon
and the sun is but a memory
a distant ball of gas that has no play on today

I don't know where I was going with this one and thus don't know how to end it. What happens on days like these? I have no idea. Oh well. Peace out.

Laundry

Laundry

It's that day again

to start fresh

to sort through the previous week

and separate the darks and the lights

Take in the smells

and remember the day you wore those jeans

smile or cry

in one hour everything will once again be clean

I'm actually writing as I watch tv. Monday is heavy with shows that I like to watch. Weak, I know. Peace out.

It's the Return

It's the Return

It's the return

you've come full circle

back to the start of it all

where it all fell apart

and you scrambled to save it

It fell anyways

crashing to the ground

the sound of broken glass

echoes in your brain

I can still hear the sobbing

over the rain

I look around

and find some shards

still lying about

I guess we were too lazy

to clean everything out

Evidence of what happened before

and here we are again

to remember once more

Yup. I watched I'm Reed Fish again today. I watched it about one year ago and it was the movie that started my Youtube days. I love the soundtrack of the movie and the songs that are in the movie but not on the soundtrack. It just makes me want to play guitar... and fall in love... and write songs... and kiss girls.... sigh. Lol. Peace out.

Lavender

Lavender

Come
take a ride with me
from dusk til dawn
back to the foothills of the youth

Run
your fingers through your hair
and gather the wisps of fog
that find their home in the valleys
on chilly autumn mornings

Whisper
dreams into my ears
to bring about change
and cast hope
to wake my weary eyes

Rest
your head on my shoulder
so I can be caught up
in the scent of your hair
... lavender

Just wanted to write something as I haven't written in quite some time. Peace out.

Susan

Susan

I linger around the clock
as my favourite hour approaches
Trying to turn my day around
with configuration of hands I find lovely
I marvel at Susan's beauty
the girl with the red hair
Her smile magically changes the world
no one that knows her
thinks she but only a girl

Hahaha... who's Susan? No one. Seriously. No one. And what's my favourite hour? I don't know. I do like to set my alarm for weird times but I don't think I have a favourite time. For instance, if I have to get up at 7:00 am, I don't like to set it for 7. I'll instead set it for 6:31 or 7:13 or something like that. It's not weird... it's adorable. Peace out.

Candy for Breakfast

Candy for Breakfast

Candy for breakfast
and dessert first
Forget about the salad
drink pop to quench that thirst
brought about by the salty nachos
and the barbecue chips
Use the celery sticks
as a transportation mechanism for that french onion dip
Eat away the rain
use sugar and salt to distract your brain

I've given up pop. I love pop. And now I'm miserable. Peace out.

Frost

Frost

I wake up
this cold windy day
the day after the first frost
and look around
to see what plants have been lost
the grass is covered with tiny crystals
and the tomatoes are the wrong shade of green
exhibiting hues of frost damage
Some of the hardier daisies sway in the breeze
defiance in their tender stems
It gives me hope that broken things can mend
seeing these daisies bloom on frosty mornings
I realize that things only sleep in the winter
to wake up again in the warmth of spring

Lame, but done. It's getting cold these days. I've been trying to run still but it's been getting easier actually. I dress up warm enough and try to put some miles on the old sneakers. Actually, now that I think about it, all this running is quite useless because once the real winter hits, my cardio will go back to zero and I'll have to start all over again next spring. How sad. Peace out.

Nothingness

Nothingness

The earth's breath is cold
and the autumn drizzle covers everything
with an uncomfortable damp
The car's windshield wipers
can't decide if they need to be on or off
or if there's even a point
in leaving the comfort of a warm bed
on this Sunday morning
Will they even notice if you're not there?
you guess on one hand the people who might actually care
On the way, you tap the wheel nervously
to some country song
and shiver from all the nothingness around

Today's piece was inspired by someone's post on FB. I put a non-serious response to it as that's my way on FB... light. But I did think about what the post was saying. I've debated whether I wanted to go to church on more Sunday mornings as of late than I would like to admit. I actually don't get too serious on here either... Peace out.

Autumn Spirit

Autumn Spirit

Her autumn spirit is red, orange and yellow
like the leaves that desperately hang on trees
The cold winds blow from the north
and the streets are filled with people - unprepared
for the reality that is fall
Summer has ended
and it feels like we are stuck at sea in paper boats
that slowly absorb the waters
and become translucent
The boats are all sinking
What were we thinking?

Who are you?
The girl in red, orange and yellow
your warm colours leave me cold and blue

Whatever. Nonsense once again. I think I'm writing about too many random things cause apparently if you search "poem" and any other keyword, you have a good chance of stumbling onto this site. What a disappointment it must be for all those people. This site is surely not what they were looking for. Who are you? Peace out.

Chosen?

Chosen?

What does it mean to be chosen
if I can't see it?
What does it mean that it's in my destiny
if I can't hear it?

Flying around space
miles away from my home
on a mission that I don't understand
and only strangers to hold my hand

Where can I draw the strength
to do my best?
Why must I be chosen?
I'd rather be at home with the rest

Lame. I know, but I can't raise my standards now else I will never publish anything again. Yesterday, I actually finished a piece and deleted it because I didn't like it. Hahaha. I don't know what got into me. I don't really utilize a quality filter for this blog. Anyways, today's thing was inspired by tonight's episode of Defying Gravity. I love that show... too bad I don't think there are gonna be many more episodes. Oh well. Woe is me I guess. Peace out.

Blur

Blur

I close my eyes

and go back to the start

to the day where it all began

and I surf my memories back to the present

Everything is all a blur

I see all the things that didn't occur

and all the mistakes I was able to avoid

I think about it -- annoyed

because I can't see what I could have changed

what I could have done differently

I just wasn't part of your destiny

Yup. I didn't know what I was writing today. Actually, I just wanted to write something because I was looking over this blog and realized how much I've written this year even though it doesn't feel like I've written all that much. I just want to keep it up so I can have a tonne of stuff written in 2009 and then have something to try to beat next year. I'm lame. I know. Peace out.

Both

Both

Two months ago, I had both
I ate my cake and still had it
But now I'm forced to choose
between kisses and bruises
between hurting you
and letting everyone else down
with a frown, I choose neither
stubborn as I am
I want both
and until I get it, I refuse to move
Everyone can try to wait me out
but I've got something
something to prove

Lame. Not what I wanted to write about as I started but I don't think I could have wrote what I wanted without using names... the pronouns were confusing me and I actually knew what I was writing about. Peace out.

Perfect Memory

Perfect Memory

Her memory is just good enough
that she gets the same familiar feeling
after she makes the same mistakes
She loves
and loses
and nurses her bruises
Brave enough to try again
after leaving time for her heart to mend
a year
a month
a day or two
the time it takes to forget
"Hi, my name is _____.
I don't believe we've ever met."

Yup. I didn't write what I wanted to write about today. Maybe I'll find the inspiration to do it tomorrow. I dunno. This is what I wrote instead. It's not half bad but not great either. Maybe if I was brave enough to include a real name but I'm not. **cowardly raises hand. Yup. Peace out.

91 and Some

91 and Some

The sun has set

on our 91 and some days of summer

Am I too late?

I watch you from the window

of this institution

I've been committed

for seeing you everywhere

Hallucinations

figments of my imagination

Why did you choose me all those years ago?

Why can't I unchoose you?

I'm sorry

Let me move on

Don't read too much into today's piece... inspired from the season premiere of House and the latest episode of Defying Gravity. I really hope the pick up Defying Gravity but it's not looking good for the show... probably only gonna have the one season. Boo-urns. Peace out.

Definitions

Definitions

Definitions

of direction

Are we growing together

or creating separation?

Hash it out

with awkward sentences

and examine our dynamics

with the cold eyes of a scientist

Detach yourself from your feelings

and classify what we are to each other

Determine if we're going somewhere

else I'll try to find "it" with another

Yup. Watched HIMYM today. A whole episode about the DTR talk - the Define the Relationship talk. I must have ranted about this in the past but since it was dealt with on tv recently, I'm gonna rant on it again. Why do relationships need to be defined? I think relationships should be messy. Why can't things just be what they be? It's so stupid. I was very close to writing a book about it a few years ago because I was so passionate about the subject. I have the title ready to go... the title alone will sell books. Anyways, I don't want to say anymore cause it's late and I don't want to get myself riled up so I can still sleep tonight. hahaha. Peace out.

Snow Globe

Snow Globe

Summer marches steadily to its end

the twilight period comes earlier with each passing day

The gladioluses have bloomed from bottom to top

and the vines that cling to the fences are bright red

Autumn is knocking at the door

the end of the baseball season is ushering in hockey and basketball

The winds are blowing and pulling leaves off the trees

and the night sky is echoing with the migrating birds

I met you last fall

and things are not that different now

It's as though I've been trapped in a snow globe

just waiting for time to pass

Shake the bauble and count the snow flakes

lift it close to your face

turn my life upside down with an earthquake

Examine me closely, I'm behind the glass

break me out of this prison before winter comes to pass

Yup. You got it. I don't really know what that was about. I just wanted to write something about gladioluses because they are my flowers of the fall. They take forever to bloom. Storing up their energies all summer and preparing their blossoms to be shown off when all the other bulb perennials are done with their blooming. I dunno. That's it for today. Peace out.

Angry Clocks

Angry Clocks

I have angered my clock

as I've stolen its job

I count the seconds now

and keep track of time

Each grain of sand

that falls through the hourglass

is large like beach balls

before my eyes

My fingers flying on the abacus

adding them up

How long has it been?

I can tell you

I've counted the days

Angry clocks cross their arms in frustration

I no longer give them any attention

Weak. I know. It was a concept that I was thinking about writing yesterday but I kept putting it off and all the good lines I had in my head are now lost in time. They will always be better than what I came up with today because they are forgotten and nothing compared to them can ever be proven to be better. I ramble now. I'm tired. Peace out.

Goodbye Seaside

Goodbye Seaside

I rise with the sun

and feel that it's a new day

I feel whole once again

but wait...

a cough

and then another

I surrender

to another day of coughing

and low grade fevers

I dreamt that we were at the beach

with our feet

in the sand

and your head in my hand

goodbye

seaside

I woke feeling better

but my body lied

Well, it may not appear so but I did sleep between the two posts that I wrote "today". Although I can't claim that I slept very well at all. Actually, I feel like I should take a nap right now. My head hurts and my eyes are super heavy. Oh well... btw, I didn't actually dream that last night. (just a note to myself, in case I read this down the road and try to remember who the dream was about...) There was no dream. Peace out.

Cough

Cough

I can't sing our song today

a cough has taken my voice hostage

It limits me to half a note

before my throat decides to stop me

and my stomach hurts

my abs are sore

I can't take this for much anymore

and I hope to myself

(but I don't keep it secret)

that you could find the patience

and remember the song and not just forget it

Please hum the song to yourself

a melody that resonates in your mind

magnitudes decaying ever so slowly with time

I have a cough. I know that doctors like to define them as either a wet or dry cough. I like to think of coughs as coughs that I can still sing with or coughs that do not allow me to sing. Those are the annoying coughs 'cause I'll try to sing a song and go into a coughing fit. I don't know what kinda cough I have at the moment. I haven't played guitar lately cause I feel as though I will start coughing so I don't even bother... and I cough at night. So obviously I'm coughing right now. Oh well. Hope it goes away soon. Peace out.

News Travels

News Travels

News travels

through wires and tubes of glass

the fibre that they push to your curb

Headlines streaming

screaming

announcing things as though you haven't heard

... the news

People ask you if you've heard

... the news

As if you couldn't deduce it for yourself

a comment here

and a change in status

the pieces that steer your imagination

The universe congratulates her

and forgets about the rest of her suitors

who always seem to be the first to hear

... the news

I've first talked about this concept on October 22, 2008. I thought I had actually written a piece about it but as I reading some old posts today, I realized that I didn't actually write about it, I just blabbed about it. It's my theory about how information travels... it takes the path of least resistance to the people that the information will hurt the most. That's why secrets are such dangerous things to keep. They don't want to be kept. They can't be kept. The information will make its way to the people it will hurt the most. Peace out.

Melancholy

Melancholy

Last night I dreamt

that I had to do all I could

to not fall in love with you

You smiled your cute smile

and turned around

revealing the nape of your neck

underneath your short hair

I fought all the urges inside me

to chase after you

I must not fall for you

please don't make me

If I fail in my dream

I'll wake with melancholy

Today's piece is about dreaming. I've mentioned it before I think, but sometimes when you have a dream, it kinda sticks with you through out the day. In my dream, I was falling for a girl that I actually know irl. And I think, there was a part of me that was trying not to fall in love with her cause I knew that it was just a dream and I would have to live with the consequences of the dream in my waking hours. I dunno. I don't think I'm explaining myself that well but I knew that it would be better to not fall in love with her in my dream, cause I knew that some of those feelings would be residual when I woke up. Hmm... I don't think that I was that successful in my dream. My legs were tired, and I tripped and fell. Peace out.

*blank* me

*blank* me

save me

from myself

I've put you

on too high a shelf

leave me

to remain ingornant

as the whispers

speak of your engagement

kill me

if you ask me for my address

I'd rather die

than see you in that white dress

Hmmm... I like that one. Fun to write and fun to read. Don't mind me, my heart bleeds.... haha, I can't stop. I'm stuck in this juvenile rhyming scheme I think. I need to shake it. I don't know how much longer I can take it. Man, this is annoying... I just want to shout. Peace out.

Favourite Lies

Favourite Lies

Flowers were her favourite lies

that I would send her

Tulips in the spring

and roses in the winter

Apologies in blossum form

like promises that whither

I cross my fingers in my heart

and lean forward to gently kiss her

Yup. I know. Today's piece feels incomplete to me too. It as though it's only a half thought. Oh well. Since I've only written like 3 times in the past month, I just want to get some stuff out there again. I wish I had someone to buy flowers for. Haha. Peace out.

Not Your Story

Not Your Story

This is not your story

it's only the beginning - the start

Filled with both hard and easy parts

times of joy and broken hearts

Don't be discouraged

and get yourself down

there's tonnes of time for things to turn around

Don't get too wrapped up in your little world

go out, drive, and meet a new girl

start a new story - one different from the past

And prove to everyone that nice guys don't finish last

Lame lame lame. Just a little pep talk to myself. Don't mind me. Peace out.

Time

Time

Come and steal away with me in time
a secret place, in the corner of my mind
A quiet place where grandeur still exists
it's hard to find, just beyond the mists
It's a mysterious local for love
a place that slipped in between the gaps of time
I work on the phrasing and struggle with rhyme
Meet me in the meadow with the grass so green
tell me your thoughts... simple and clean

I want to watch Time Traveler's Wife. I'm in love with Rachel McAdams. I was cheering for her to come out on top in Mean Girls. Hahaha. I read the novel in February I think. Breezed through it in a day or 2. It took a few hundred pages to get a handle on the time travelling and the changing point of views, but I liked it in the end. It really boils down to a simple love story with creepy elements of an old man talking to a young girl. Critics have not been kind to the movie, but I guess I never expected they would be. It's got a rather limited appeal I guess. There. I wrote something today. Peace out.

Dead Souls

Dead Souls

Dead souls
gather mold

Dust gathers in the corners
and behind dressers

I slumber
with eyelids too heavy
from the day before
of staring blankly
and speaking frankly

My heart breaks
and she ate cake
and said that she could no longer wait

Me?
I'm different
I wait forever
until my hair turns from black to white
and then back again

With a sigh
I hum the verse
and sing the refrain
The opportunity has come and gone
just like the midnight train

Yup, I wanted to write something. Just a little something for all the random people in Australia that seem to randomly stumble upon this site after searching for "weak poems". It seems that all my regular readers are not so regular anymore. I only had 3 to begin with. I have to take some blame too because I haven't been writing as much lately and therefore I'm easily forgetable. Like sometimes, I get surprised by an out-of-the-blue post from one of my rss feeds and I'll be like, "wow, I totally forgot that I was subscribed to that person." Remember me and the apple tree. Peace out.

Caught in the Storm

Caught in the Storm

The sky darkens

and the wind picks up

I'll be caught in the storm

oh such is my luck

I've already walked for too long

it's too far to turn back

The H approaches the L

on the internet weather map

The clouds open

and the sky unleashes its fiery

the rains are pouring
I think, "What's the hurry?"

The streets start to flood

and the water on the lawn starts to pool

I didn't carry an umbrella

I'm just that cool

Pointless again today. I just wanted to write something today because I felt like I haven't written in a while. There wasn't a storm today but it felt like the sky wanted to. It just needed someone to dare it to, or look at it the wrong way. I tried to go for a run. It was horribly unproductive. It was unbelievably winding. I believe the weather channel said that it was gusting up to 60 km/hr. It felt like it. It felt like no matter what ordinal direction I was running in, I was running straight into the wind. I'm glad it didn't start pouring. It did get really dark rather quickly though. I'm reminded of a time a few years ago, when I was out running and the skies just opened up and it started pouring hard. This car pulls up beside me and 4 people run out and they ask me to take a picture of them infront of this school sign. I think they were doing some scavenger hunt. I took the picture for them and they said thanks and drove off and I walked home in the rain... drenched to the bone. I hate having wet socks. Boo-urns. Peace out.

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.