There’s something beautiful about a wilted flower.

There’s something sweet about a buzzing bumblebee.

There’s something old about ground soil.

There’s something wistfult about an autumn tree.

There’s something secretive about a stone.

There’s something misunderstood about a weed.

There’s something lonely about a picked petal.

There’s something sophisticated about a buried seed.

There’s something...

I opened my eyes to see,

But darkness greeted me instead

I blinked slowly…once…twice…

Still, stiff, solid like ice

Is this what dying feels like?

My hair felt like yarn on a doll

Tangled, long, misshapen, and dense

There were no scissors nearby

So it hung, as if on standby

It hung, and I felt an odd sense of goodbye

My hands were hard like metal

I balled them tight into fists

Thats when I heard...

I want to feel, I want to know.

I want to love, I want to grow.

I want to trust, I want to feel,

I want to experience a love that’s real.

I want to sleep, I want to wake.

I want to dance, I want to play.

I want to explore, I want to sleep

I want to build what’s my own and make it unique.

I want to hope, I want to believe.

I want to cry, I want to grieve.

I want to learn, I want to hope

I want t...

She purchased the gift,

in a great big rush.

She had already missed

their regularly-scheduled phone call

and her first bus.

Only one more came

for the rest of the night

The gift would be the storyteller

She could no longer afford to be late

In a hurry, she flurried

from the shop

with the gift

He wrapped the gift

in some old brown paper.

He worried they would notice

that the tape didn’t really ...

Thursday afternoons had always been my favourite days. Today, we sat on our blue park bench, but instead of sitting side by side like usual, we sat at opposite ends, which left a large gap in betweeen.

A cool breeze brought shivers to my body as I looked around. Although the cerulean sky was clouded, it was still bright enough that my eyes sharpened against the contrast of raw daylight. Colourful...

I took the road less travelled by,

And that has made all the difference

For what this path has steered me from,

Was a stagnant life, void of passion and bliss

I took the road less travelled by,

The narrow one with much less green grass

One covered by trees and silent like thieves

I had to trust my gut, for too long had I questioned my moral compass

The other road was faced with colourful leaves ...