April 2013
1 post
Attention
Shhhhh!
The sound emerging from the tiny hole in the can.
The sound that is mixed with vibrant colour…
colour that bursts and explodes as it hits the vertical surface.
Intense angles, weird shapes, abstract shots,
emerging, live messages.
Some wet colour drips, leaks down, while other oranges, yellows, blues, blacks, and greens
seep into the cracks in the brick.
Making the creation...
March 2013
1 post
A Poisoned Brain
A brain where which chaos resides,
voices and chemicals romance each other.
Nothing makes sense, but colours are vibrant
and hallucinations vary from faces to alarms, barking dogs and doors closing.
A brain were feelings are mixed with pleasure sounds and scenes.
Exploding bombs paint the walls of your internals,
making them dangerously beautiful.
This rain, so poisonous, if it were put...
November 2012
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March 2012
3 posts
“I need to write more. But I don’t know what”
My Life Compartmentalized
I wish I could compartmentalize my life.
To have boxes and cabinets, containers instead of wallpaper.
To organize and categorize,
boxes or emotions,
drawers of feelings,
big plastic Tupperware containers of dreams.
I want to keep everything in their own sections
for easy access and understandability.
Need a photo? Check the photo bin.
A certain necklace? Pull out the jewelry drawer…while I’m at...
February 2012
2 posts
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December 2011
1 post
Don’t Fool the Wise
A woman took a trip to talk to a psychic
She wanted to hear about her future,
her past, her consequences and her fortunes.
When she reached the psychic, she asked for her words of insight,
Waiting for them to appear within the cloudy, crystal ball or
lift from the creases in her palms.
With candles lit, and aromas fusing, the psychic said,
‘Leave now and find a building with an elevator and a set...
November 2011
3 posts
“Poetry involves the mysteries of the irrational perceived through rational...”
– Vladimir Nabokov. (via ramirezdahmerbundy)
Your Whisper
I can see you have something to tell me, or show me?
I can sense it and feel it all over.
Your calm face approaches mine,
with gentle eagerness.
I close my eyes to only feel the physical tension
[as it builds up in her finger tips and toes]
You make your way to my closed eyes
and grace them with a kiss on each
[to set the hot tone that she desired,
the sensual one she longed for.]
you move your...
October 2011
2 posts
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September 2011
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July 2011
1 post
Unpublished Love
It sucks when you’re not on the same page as the person you’ve been writing a book with.
You met, and a novel began to develop.
The two main characters, enduring the good and the bad together, fighting off villains and creating their own fantastical world.
Chapter after chapter conquered, all thought they were headed towards a happy ending.
Then the climax of the story shows its ugly face, and...
May 2011
4 posts
A Poisoned Brain
A brain where which chaos resides,
voices and chemicals romance each other.
Nothing makes sense here, but colours are vibrant.
Alive with such intensity that hallucinations seem cosmically bright.
From faces to barking dogs, demons and daisies.
Melting happiness seeps through the cracks in the mind, then bursting shouts and cries at once break through.
A brain where feelings are mixed with...
Poor Boy
Once the lights are off, all sound is silent,
everything around is still.
Poor boy cannot wait, he runs and jumps onto his bed.
He slips under his sheets, covers his feet, and makes sure he’s safe.
His eyes wide in the dark, watching the shadows on the walls.
Poor boy cannot shut his eyes, for he knows what hides.
He then hears scratching on his windows-it’s just tree branches.
He hears noisey,...
Birthday Cake
It’s my favourite celebration of the year
because when it’s my birthday, birthday cake is the best.
White cake or chocolate, either is delightful.
Taking a bite of that moist, soft crumble
makes my mouth and stomach so happy.
There must be sparkles and icing to match, both in taste and colour.
Little decorative, edible accents make the cake more lovely.
The more colourful, the better.
Pink, blue,...
Orange Slices at Halftime
Being a kid is the way to live.
Hot, scorching, sunny days,
they call for refreshment.
Chasing a soccer ball up and down the field,
or hitting a baseball and running to first,
oranges at halftime make your day.
When I was younger,
I’d wake up on a school day,
ecstatic that it was game night.
Rush home from school, cut up some oranges, gear up, and head out.
The thrill of the game was enough in...
April 2011
3 posts
“Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history, for poetry expresses the...”
– Aristotle (via poetryforus)
The Tropics of Antarctica
The trees are bare, the ground is cold,
The ground is ice, the ground is far
It’s vast and expands out past the horizon
though not to a sun over beachy sands like ours.
Icebergs of immense size,
Sky-reaching altitudes make them peaceful giants
floating in the calm, shivering waters.
These tropics are no vacation, unless living on 4 paws and furry.
The lawn chairs are ice boulders rolled...
Influential Movies
Many anight will I watch movies to try ang help set my mind in the right state I need/want to be in for writing, especially if it’s something specific. Here are some movies that do that for me:
White Oleander
Pay It Forward
Rome & Juliet (1996)
Armaggedon
Bicentennial Man
Pride & Prejudice
A Series of Unfortunate Events
Finding Neverland
Lord of the Rings
Harry Potter
...
March 2011
5 posts
S
By a swift metamorphosis, cosmos erupted. The universe was here, now there it sits like a child in a corner Ramping and raving like volcanic explosions in the gut. 10 thousand stars which once shone now cling to each other with visions of dark, daunting entropy. That which is driving what’s left to chaos and disorder. Entropic life is not one for exploded cosmos. The last man on Earth depended on...
take the pledge. read the print. →
3.14.help.
“Good writing is supposed to evoke sensation in the reader — not the fact that it...”
– E. L. Doctorow (via yeahwriters)
February 2011
18 posts
Alexandra
Named for a Greek Goddess,
Or a Christian Saint martyr.
The protector of man should not be so little.
Though I am of small size,
Though I am not of high grace,
My name suggests I should not be so brittle.
More common of all names,
More common among males,
I’ve always liked it more than most.
Four syllables ring about,
Letters dance from the front to back
of the alphabet, so...
The Lily Ink Index
Walking across the abandoned pathway,
stepping on unforgiving rocks.
To the field, by where not much else can grow, can survive.
She stands at the end; the path dare not go more.
Slipping off her shoes and stepping into the field,
She steps, she steps, they screech.
The sunlight hits only part of this place,
on some petals here, dripping off some leaves there.
The pain from these beauties is...
Superiority Complex
He who reflects brighter in the mirror, dislays vanity in extragavent clothes.
Pride rules his mind and to the point of foolishness preceding charm.
The id painted over in the cracks of his old canvas face, and the ego rupturing his imaginable pallette.
For the painting and mirror of such a man are so unrealistically gratified by mass self-conceit.
He is the exorbitant reflection seeking...
what kind of music?
I’ve been having trouble writing lately (again, yes I know…I just got out of my year-long writer’s block and its starting to creep back) I think about wriitng everyday I just cannot put pen to paper.
So I googled “music to listen to while you’re writing”, even though I have my own list, I want to try something new (and I credit a lot of my music choices to...
The Hero Daydreamer
I rise this morning with a new dream, a comic-book dream to be invincible. Just me, my powers, no background team, I’ll fly to fight crime and be unstoppable. I slide into my electric blue jumpsuit, then tie mom’s bed sheets around my neck. Run fast like a speeding bullet in pursuit of very vicious villains who kill and wreck. I flaunt a heart of gold and abs of steel, to save the world from all...
“Everyone should be able to do one card trick, tell two jokes, and recite three...”
– Lemony Snicket
My signature writing techniques
last lines are often humourous and ties everything together
never name names, simply use he/she, his/her, they/we/you
very often use anthropomorphism (giving inanimate objects human qualities)
think of a title first, then use it as inspiration to write about it
disguise family issues (good & bad) through stories that never come out and say what it actually stands for-you’ll never...
Dreams in a Box
I keep my dreams in a box,
so that they do not ever tarnish.
In the box, they will not be lost or forgotten,
or broken, shattered, dissolved, or vanished.
Each dream dropped inside
has traveled through a great deal to get there.
They went into a magic machine of thoughts,
and came out on the conveyor belt of dare.
Each dream so challenging and wishful,
I lock them in the box to keep...
Questions of the Sky
I love taking stills of the sky.
Whether at night or during the bright day.
Rain, shine, or rippled clouds.
Because unlike people,
the sky holds a strong soul and heart of its own
that can calm and settle hostile waters.
It hold the black night’s deepest curves
the sky is neither happy nor sad
but yet it brings out the beauty of depth, wonder, adventure and of the earth itself.
The clouds and...
The Battle of the Blank Page
Battle is a word describing a war of feud.
Well everybody ahs their won battle with the blank page.
It’s that carousel horse that ever flies, that dancer always falling, the door with the broken lock or an unfinished poem.
The blank page may never be filled, nor may it even be touched…because of the fear of not knowing.
Not knowing what to do or say.
Fear of taking a risk or of the outcome,
the...
My Colour Theory
Red: colour of romance and poison that fills every glass of red wine. Love or even lust.
Orange: all the happiness and playfulness given off in each one of the sunshine’s rays.
Yellow: bright and cheerful like crayons, or it can be as sour and misleading as lemons.
Green: colour of envy in a person, or luck from a four leaf cover found by a person.
Blue: the tear of sadness streaming down...
Lights
So I sit here staring into the light of the lamp.
I don’t know what’s there for me to hold or grasp
But I do know that the lights will eventually just burn out.
I won’t care because I can live without that light,
But there are some lights I do need in me life, whether they be people, family, best friends, strangers, or whether they be elements that my life needs to survive.
The light coming from...
The Kiss of Your Storm
This thunderstorm, we make it our own.
It’s our first together, make it real, and bring it to life.
This fresh , pouring rain awakens every cloud, every soul.
Each and every droplet assimilates our emotions, and devours them.
Each emotion carried down, gets destroyed “SPLASH”
I want to roll in your thunder.
You want to shatter my rain.
For all the bright colours in this world, are finally washed...
The Day the Sun Went Black
Today is the day
The sun is finally faded away
we no longer play, but work instead.
I keep holding myself down
just to avoid being part of the rush.
Knowing what’s going on outside
stops all knowledge of the real you
Then you become unnoticed, unheard
now since the sun has left us, you’re unseen to the eye as well.
People walk all over you as if you were
bug in their way.
On the busy street,...
Beautiful Control
Some of us are control freaks.
Some of us are neat freaks.
Some of us are perfectionists.
Then, some of us aren’t.
We all have those comfort zones, where we feel, in fact, comfortable and in control.
We feel invincible, unstoppable, bulletproof even.
And one little thing goes wrong, crosses that comfort zone and we break. Meltdown.
This is when we become part of those people who aren’t...
A Child's Mind
As each and every child’s laugh skips about,
Each heavy raindrop falls
and each ray of sunlight shines on the earth
a new dream is dreamt.
Hope and happiness fill our heads at night
each day we wake up our slate is wiped clean,
Yet we still remember dreams,
that’s because hope is still with us.
Dreams are either answers to questions we’re too afraid to ask,
or they are what we desire and how...
Footsies
Painted toe nails always win.
The other foot of toes excited,
as it runs between the opposite, thin legs.
Then he moves his foot to sit beside hers on the ground.
She rubs her big toe up his pant leg, then back down,
and again, awakening the tingling muscles in his leg.
Together, locking knees and squeezing.
Then, fighting to reach each other’s lower leg first.
She does, she wins him...
