why do we try?
is it the possibility of failure that
is it the game?
white or black, win or lose
good or evil
we roll the dice Continue reading Change
On a whim, I checked the daily prompt and found myself instantly inspired by poignant reminders of my experience abroad – how no matter where I go, I am simultaneously always visiting, and yet constantly at home.
via. Daily Prompt: Foreign
in a word, i am
foreign in the culture i
a backdrop of canadian swamp
shot through with tropics
where the jungles roam
where austrian roots and
lost romanian language skills have Continue reading Daily Prompt: Foreign
I recently was lent a copy of The Diamond Age, a novel by Neal Stephenson which explores a fantasy-like future in which nanotechnology and cultural constructs reign supreme. It was in this unlikely (and thoroughly enjoyable) bundle of pages that I found an intriguing poem – “The Raven” by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, whom I had studied in my grade twelve Literature class.
As you can likely tell by the title of this post, the poem struck a chord with me. The following composition is based on Coleridge’s “The Raven”, with my own ideas thrown in for good measure.
Underneath a stout walnut tree
There was of swine a great company.
They grunted as they crunched the wood,
Which, not long after, no longer stood. Continue reading The Crow
Fresh outta art school
I’m quickly realizing that
those 6-hour classes with
dreadlocked, tattooed classmates
weren’t part of the real world Continue reading [Fresh outta art school]
If you’re wondering why the stanzas are so weird, it’s because I originally wrote this piece as a song, not a poem….
There are paths we walk when we are lost
There are ways we change our world with words
Our sight with labels put on lines
Our eyes with tears we cry at night
Am I two spirits flying blind
Am I lost too deep inside
Myself and all the other things
I keep there – buried away
Am I alone as I would think
After all these years without Continue reading Flying Blind
I dunno about you, but in my world, INTJs always wear cloaks and carry scythes….
I say INTP because that’s my type, but I’m pretty sure all introverts feel this way sometimes….