You know what they say, it’s good to be back.
I’m not really sure what will come out of this, but I’m hoping I’ll give birth to a handful of poetry that’s worth keeping.
It’s been way too long…but there’s nothing like revisiting the familiar.
It’ll take a lot of bad to create something tolerable. Here goes nothin’…
Today’s Soundtrack: All I want to listen to is you.
I *heart* YouTube
I used to be a concert junkie
but old age and laziness kicked in
I haven’t been to a show in ages.
But YouTube makes it easy
to catch your music-heroes sing the songs
that changed your life.
Spring is a time for change
So I’m trying not to live in the past
or relive old mistakes
even when everything around me reminds me of you.
I feel really fortunate this semester
I have the chance to work with a friend in my placement
She’s a real superstar in the classroom
I’m learning how to keep it real and
how to ‘think on my feet’
sometimes on the same day
It’s great seeing a good friend
doing what she loves for a living.
I guess that could make everyone wish
for the same thing.
Today’s Soundtrack: Keep runnin’ runnin’ with all of your might/To the scenes where you feel alive
Random Springtime.
No, you’re not getting a poem.
Yes, I did quit NaPoWriMo.
At least, online I did.
I’m still writing a poem a day but they’re for my eyes only
It hurts to read them, seriously.
I think it put too much pressure on me
making sure I had a poem up decent enough for others to read
It can take days, weeks, even months
just to figure out what I want to say
how I feel
what I could say on paper.
But I hope one or two survives and I’ll share them with you
when the right time comes.
I’ve been going to the gym all week
my favourite fitness instructor got engaged last week
in Vegas
It’s funny because I heard her engagement story
for the third time tonight
and yet, I only really know her within the confines of
loud, lively music in a room full of shouts of woohoo
from mostly women.
(That’s a really bad sentence.)
But she’s one of those semi-strangers in your life
that you need to have in your life
just so it can feel normal. Do you know what I mean?
Like maybe your favourite waiter or waitress at your favourite restaurant,
or your mailman/mailwoman,
your boss, or even your teacher.
I’m almost finished with this semester
This time next year, I’ll be a …wait for it…teacher!
I’m still daydreaming about teaching overseas
It’s slowly becoming more of a plan than a ‘what-if’
But whatever happens, I know I’ll end up doing what I should be doing.
Wherever I may be.
NaPoWriMo 2008 kicks in today, and I’m quite excited about it. It would be great to end April with 30 or so poems to refine and edit. So if you’re a budding poet, revv up that engine and write 
This post is cringe-worthy to say the least. I’m not happy with it at all…I blame all of the school work!
Happy April!
Reminisce
I remember those lazy Saturday nights
spent in your house
of home-cooked meals and movie marathons
we had all the time in the world
every moment filled with belly-ache laughter
and future plans that promised more of this
but as the old cliché goes, everything changes.
We grow up
become strangers
I seem to dwell on the
The picture-perfect moments
The kind that no one really believes in until they’re in one
Only to remember the lie that you’ve become.
Today’s Soundtrack: I used to be infectious, now I feel a continent away.
I don’t know why I’m still staring at my one-eyed monster of a laptop, but I am. I’ve been working on school chores for about 12 hours.
Lately, I feel like the world is trying to tell me something. What is it about teenage dreams that make you daydream until you’re over a hundred years old? Not that I’m anywhere near 100…although some days I feel like I am. Must be the weak knees.
See, I warned you. My brain is fried.
I’ll leave you with three, very short pieces that I wrote on the subway last Thursday. The ability to write while you’re going from point A to point B, is probably the only thing I miss about commuting downtown.
Mobile Thoughts
Afternoon get-away to the downtown core
The subway car lulls us into oblivion
Averted glances from
The corporate crusaders,
They quickly look down
too busy to look you in the eye
or even know you’re there
Their lives carry on to the beat of pendulums.
I used to think that I was better than them
Discovered how I could preserve my soul
And sanity through songs and words
That only made sense to a chosen few.
I know better now.
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When I notice her,
Her eyes are already filled with tears
She looks down at her hands and the tears fall on her lap
She lifts her head, stares straight ahead,
Looks right through passengers sitting in front of her
Oblivious to her lashes still tinged with leftover tears
We tend to reveal more of ourselves
In the company of strangers.
Still, I wonder what made her brave enough
To break down in a subway car
On a Thursday afternoon.
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Midnight crashers
Steal the show with their
Life stories of once-in-a-lifetime opportunities
And long-lost loves
You can’t help but gravitate towards them
And their unbelievable lives.
I smile, knowing all too well
That my suburban life,
Of long-drives and summer barbecues;
Of used bookstores and closet-sized cafes;
Of knowing that I already have all that I need;
I wouldn’t trade for the world.
Today’s Soundtrack: I’ve been cold and confused like a riverside rush.
This is a heads-up piece. I kept my hand moving for less than 10 minutes without any interruptions. I thought I would write about one thing, but ended up writing about another.
I tried to stay clear of melodramatic writing, but I think ‘melodrama’ is my middle name.
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Winter is fading
In this city of melted snow
and tall, iced mocha frappuccinos at
a suburban coffee shop
We sit talking about what-ifs,
reminiscing of old friends
and would-be lovers
How do we undo past mistakes,
without erasing all that we have learned?
He still exists
outside of my universe, now
grown-up and ready to say, I do.
And I’m still here,
writing because I have to;
affected by his songs of second chances
and faded love.
Today’s Soundtrack: Plus, I always wanted you. You said you didn’t understand me because I always try to see too far.
I have no time to post anything but a video. So, here it is, a small ode to nostalgia. Some Canadian goodness. These guys write almost effortlessly. Their lyrics just roll off your tongue. Plus, Amy Milan looks kick ass with her bass guitar.
