There is John.

September 1, 2012 § Leave a comment

Mile sign reads 65,

Smile so big as he speeds by.

Police tickets pile up on his dash,

Memories like this are ones that last.

 

He uses his iPhone for pure entertainment,

Accompanied by gizmos and gadgets that help him invent.

Though there is no special lady at this time,

Everything is going [and will be] just fine.

 

Take a breath as worlds collide,

Life is sublime, so enjoy the ride.

 

 

 

Poem dedicated to John.

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Montreal buildings.

July 31, 2012 § Leave a comment

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Worth living.

July 31, 2012 § Leave a comment

Speak with a tongue that is not too quiet
Copyright infringement tends to cause a riot.
Live right, speak your mind, be heard,
A single action speaks louder than a single word.
Smile at every moment,
Embrace it like you own it.

A Butterfly in Spring

May 1, 2012 § Leave a comment

A glitter glaze wraps a butterfly in decadents,
As it tiptoes across the superfluous frost.
Damaged with deterioration,
It forever puts up a frivolous fight.

No through traffic.

June 14, 2011 § Leave a comment

I feel ugly.

Wear a Helmet

June 3, 2011 § Leave a comment

Sometimes we have good days, sometimes we have bad days. Sometimes we have in-between days. Sometimes it seems as if the world is against us, and we just want to crawl into bed until it’s all over. But this is life. Without the bad, there would be no good. There comes a point in your life where you truly start to see this. You win some, you lose some. You gain ‘friends’ throughout your life, only to end up losing almost all of them. But you end up with some really great friends. These great friends will always be there. Sure, life’s full of problems. War, heartbreak, inflation, broken bones, lost car keys, and the list goes on. But if we let every problem get us down, there’d be no joy—it wouldn’t be worth it. Life is tough, and as someone once said, wear a helmet.

RIP I miss you

June 3, 2011 § Leave a comment

I believe I was seven when I experienced what it really felt like to lose someone. It was my mother’s father, my Pop Pop. He was like a second father to me. He didn’t care what anybody thought- he did what he wanted. I miss him a lot.

Tonight I decided to try an ice cream place because I had a coupon for it. Well, It turns out they don’t take the coupon. I was pretty upset. I crumpled up the coupon and threw it on the counter. Suddenly, the wind blew and blew the crumpled up coupon inside of the window of the ice cream place. Driving home, I replayed this image in my head and I could only think of one thing: Pop pop.

You are truly missed Pop.

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