Lorax

Congratulations on your latest Destruction!
Welcome to the new ELW:
Extremely Ludicrous Waste

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I see you when the trees change,
As the leaves float like fairies around me
And invite me to dance in the streets.

I see you on a bitter winter day,
As the harsh wind whips my cheeks
And home seems far away.

I see you when the flowers bloom,
When everything is fresh and new,
Budding again after a long hibernation.

I see you in the scorching heat,
When it's all you can do not to run through a sprinkler,
Naked. Ecstatic.

I see you in the palm of my hand,
As our fingers lace together,
And our love lasts through passing seasons.

Where am i?

I'm sorry.
I know those words don't mean much now,
But I've had them inside for so long
They have to come out.
And I don't care if you throw them away
Or save them and keep them close to you for a rainy day,
I don't care if they mean nothing to you
Because they mean something to me.

I'm dumb.
I had a chance to learn
to grow and understand the tears and burns
in my now thicker skin.
But instead I turned around
And found
that it was more fun at the time to rechurn
all the shit that passed before.

I'm lost.
I don't know what to do
Feeling so confused
and used
and untrue
to myself and everybody else
thinking we were cool
when I should have had the courage to admit we were fools.

I'm ______.
I can tell you about my mistakes
And the time I've taken
to put on the brakes
to heal from them (next to none).
But I'd rather tell you nothing.
I'd rather say "Hey" passing down Gateway
than ever sink back into the hole.

I'm here.
I don't know what's next
Or what will be your last text,
Or if what we had was the best
and we'll never get it back.
I know the past, I feel the present
I know I'm piecing together fragments
just to be here. Now.

Staples

Pens.
Paper.
Binders.
Office lamps.
Labellers.
Calculators.
Daytimers.
Highlighters.
Elastic bands.
Post-it notes.
Tape.
Glue.
Scissors.
Colouring pencils.
More pens.
Whiteboards.
Corkboards.
Staplers.
Printers.
Scanners.
Shredders.
Laptops.
Tablets.
Furniture.
Storage bins.
Even more pens!

Staples, you are a magical place.
But I don't like the patronizing jerk that works for you.
I hope we can still be friends.

In honour of Angry Arts Week 2013.

For Coy

I'm fuming,
like a volcano, stewing;
these stories stir the pot
and the hot broth splashes
on to our mouldy kitchen floor.

Why can't you let us be us
And collectively
we can come to understand
it's not 'her' and 'he'
it's 'us' and 'me'.

A fluffy skirt doesn't mark a fairy,
Or a fruit,
Or a fag.
It marks an individual
so original
I hope they scare you right out of your pants.

And into a dress.

Expedition

Call into the deep cave
And you will receive no answer.

Voices that reach into the dark
do not spark,
do not light the path to the iridescent pool.

Shining, shimmering, rainbow water
Will attempt to make you falter
Drowning you in bliss.

But on the unlit road
you lead a heavy load
of offerings, deposited along the way.

Silently slinking a-ways behind
Picking at your peace of mind,
A thief plays your heartstrings.

And with a glance back
Your precious cargo has been attacked
And you find you are empty and alone.

Call into the deep cave
And you will receive no answer.


But go with light, and go with chains,
And make the thief know your pains,
And listen to the echo of your breath.

Happy International Women's Day!!!!

Welcome to International Women's Day!

Here's a recent conversation I had with a very good friend of mine

A: Oh! Today is International Women's Day!
M: Oh cool. When is International Men's Day?
A: It's been International Men's Day for the past... I don't know how many years. Let us have our one freakin' day!

True, it seems a little strange to be celebrating International Women's Day when we don't have an International Men's Day. It makes me think that there really is no push for equality. Why don't we have an International Men's Day following IWD? Besides, I have a hard time believing that the countries, the people that should be celebrating IWD actually do. I doubt that women who are oppressed have a completed day of freedom today and will go back to their regular lives tomorrow. Maybe they do. But what is the goal of today? Is it to celebrate being a women here and all over the world? Is it to educate ourselves and other women of all races, ages, and religions about the hardships that are endured? Is it to look to the future and hope that the suffragettes haven't sacrificed in vain?

To me, today is a day to be thankful for what I have because of what women before me have gained and taught me. I have the right to get on a plane and go to a different country unescorted. I have the right to wear  shorts and not be penalized for it. I have the right to paint my fingernails. I have the right to talk to men in public, un-chaperoned. I have been taught to stand up for myself and what I believe in. I have been taught that I am a strong and independent person. I have been taught to love and care for people, not matter what their gender or sexual preference is. I have been taught that everyone has a value, and it is a shame to diminish that value.

In lieu of all of this...

Thanks Mom!