Tuesday, October 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.

Monday, October 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.