11.10.2010

A carpet of leaves;
untying the knots in your spine -
I tell stories with the tips of my fingers.

Winter winds
slip into the intimate places
between wool and naked flesh.
Raw, flushed cheeks,
numb fingertips.
Hands slip into strangers' pockets,
sharing warmth through our palms,
secrets through our skin.

10.5.2010

I have so much old poetry saved on my computer and lately I've been trying to sift through it, see if there's anything I'd like to work on again...get rid of stuff I hate. It's been weird though, because how I write is so reflective of where I am at any given period in my life. It's been hard reading some of it...especially the stuff from my first year at University. Maybe I'll post it on here one day. I like the poems as what they are, it's just that the feeling of them is so far removed from who I am now and what my life is. But we'll see.
This is a pretty early one (before the harder stuff began), I never really gave it a name, and I still can't think of one for it...

Despite your wax paper fingers
your kisses of dust
I long for your touch.
We paint golden shapes
on chipped canvases
in dawn’s chill.
Slow Sundays are my favourite:
The sun an inferno
as we sip honey in the fields.
You’re preoccupied and I’m hungry
for your attention:
trying to fit myself inside your empty hollows,
not knowing that
the ocean
and the mountains
are in there before me.
Their vibrancy leaving no space,
I fall by the wayside.

10.4.2010

The days are getting shorter and schoolwork is starting to pile up. I feel as though I've just realized the change in season the past couple of days. I was running through Park Lafontaine on Friday and noticed all of the leaves on the ground, and it really was the first time I actually had stopped and noticed. Going out at night minus a jacket is no longer a possibility, and it's becoming nicer and nicer just to curl up inside with a mug of coffee and your best friends.
I feel like I haven't had enough words lately (unusual for me) to describe exactly how happy I am for the first time in a while. Even my bad days recently haven't felt so bad. Regardless, as the cold weather gets colder and school becomes more stressful, I feel like it's important to remember the little things in life that make you really happy. You don't always realize the importance of the smallest things, and it's good to reflect on them sometimes...at least I think so.
- Getting into a bed made with fresh sheets
- The smell of coffee first thing in the morning
- The little sliver of sun that peeks through the clouds on a gloomy day, exactly when you need it
- Fall layers...scarves and sweaters and boots and comfy.
- Being able to sit in comfortable silence with your best friends
- Developing disposable camera pictures from nights you don't remember (and the street bench screaming that follows)
- Having perfect bus/metro timing luck on your morning commute to school (especially Monday mornings)
- Cute boys sitting next to you in class
- Saturdays spent wandering around the city with pretty girls
- Productive hangover Sundays
- Spontaneous Monday sushi lunch dates
Life is real good.

9.21.2010

Lips press to the insides of elbows.
Legs ripe like an apple,
dotted with bruises.

Red wine conversations,
smiling through purple teeth.

5.10.2010

Every morning I open my eyes
and my legs stretch across the room,
waiting for me
to walk them somewhere,
anywhere but where I am.
I pound my feet in to the pavement,
push myself for miles and miles
and end up in the same place,
licking the salt from my skin
and dreaming of wider tomorrows.
I want to cut my roots
with a sharp blade,
un-plant myself
and dig my toes in to the soil
in a place where I can
catch the sea salt on my tongue,
uncurl to my full height,
wear the clouds like a hat.
I’ll run towards the horizon
until the Earth falls out from under my heels,
until the only person who can catch me
is myself.

Efterklang - "Cutting Ice To Snow" from Herzliya Films on Vimeo.

5.10.2010

I've been listening to this song on repeat all day. The whole album is great, really, definitely worth checking out.

4.25.2010

Hopefully I'll be posting some new writing soon, it's been hard to be creative in the past week but I've been trying.
I miss my friends.

4.23.2010

I feel like summer is off to a weird start.
The time between letting my brain rest for exams and starting a series of tiring and not overly stimulating jobs was basically nonexistent. It's frustrating feeling like I'm not even home yet because I haven't had the chance to really see my friends or hang around, you know?
And I definitely haven't been feeling inspired at all.
Hopefully the sun will come out and this will all change for the better.
Summer, where are you? Seriously.
Also, I love Bon Iver. If he ever plays anywhere in the vicinity of me, not only will I travel to wherever he is, but I will also probably pee my pants.

Real life.

Almost done.

Long days and fast nights,
sun-baked and grinning:
Soles of our feet hardened
from never wearing shoes,
our skin glimmering with
a permanent layer of sand.

I feel myself uncurl,
like a flower in bloom.
Body suspended
in the dark water,
white and glowing
in the moonlight.

The stars mirror
the constellations
of freckles on my skin.

I’m a part of it,
I’m all of it.

I am the worst at studying.

Tuesday night can not come fast enough.
Freedom, please.

There's nothing better than:

- starting off the day by helping your bathrobed neighbour friend get ready for school
- getting licorice at the depanneur
- drinking wine and getting dressed with your pals
- walking all the way to foufs only to discover it's filled with 14 year old avril lavigne lookalikes
- walking down st laurent in the rain only to discover that every single bar is empty because we should be studying like everyone else
- making the fantastic final decision to bail on partying and get awesome poutine instead
- having an insane cab driver
- loving life

I'm just starting to notice how much I'm going to miss this city.



And it just wouldn't be the same without these two.

Finding fragments in journals.

Words tumble from my mouth like I’m dreaming, drooling and I’m not even sure what I’m saying. I feel like I’m gliding rather than walking and my body is on its own, the brain connection got lost somewhere. And I can see you, and I can see them but it doesn’t matter because I don’t acknowledge it. I’m a mess. of words and ideas but nothing gets done. I’m sad but I’m not sure why. I’m happy but only momentarily. And it catches me off guard the way my hair moves and the sun is bright, and I feel it against my face and in my eyes. And I stop and it’s like I can feel what’s going on in my head, the sharp edges of words scraping against my skull, pictures behind my eyes clouding my vision. And I feel it, and it catches me off guard.

Summer is just around the corner.

I can't believe I'm officially done my second year of University in exactly a week. I feel like I have so many things to do between now and then, but the sun is so pretty outside the window of this computer lab and all I can think about is bike rides and rooftops and how much I just want to hold hands with all my friends and feel the summer heat.

Re-visiting, Re-working.

03/10/09

Today

I chased you
down the road in my bare feet,
pebbles getting caught
between my toes
and in the cracks forming in my heels.
You were always
just out of reach,
your long body slipping
away from my sticky palms.
My breath was ragged in my chest
and my running slowed.
You disappeared
around a patch of foliage.

I spat my big words
at your invisible image
and you painted the sky
midnight blue,
bringing down patches of
end of winter rain
onto my pink cheeks.
Your sadness drawn
into the clouds.

Beginnings.

Following the lead of a few of my absolute favourite people, I joined the blog world.
Hopefully I can live up to the fantastic standard they've set so far!
For right now, I can't stop listening to this: