The prettiest things The most delicate things We put them on display To enjoy and relish To hold dear What is a garden? Sights and scents Textures and flavours And still, so much more Designed to entice and inspire awe, They teach us patience and humility Provide sanctuary, and Give solemn respite to the weary [...]
Grade 5 Class Picture That's me. The little girl in the blue "U.S. Boys" sweater, standing beside my Fifth Grade teacher, Mr. Huebert. I have a bow in my hair my mom made and had me wear that day. I was supposed to pull off the sweater to reveal the nice dress she picked out [...]
Tears prick my eyes Years pass like shock waves through my body Time, a sucking wound, in the center of my soul So unassuming, who knew it could be a weapon It pours over me, molten, melting away barriers Nerves exposed and vulnerable I acknowledge my strength, my insignificance I am humbled Varied, exciting and [...]
I grew up in a blue-collar city called Oshawa. It used to be known as "The city that moto-vates Canada" as an homage to our General Motors roots. I grew up on the south side of that city. It was a little rougher, but the people who lived there were, and still are, some of [...]
I Laugh, Alone Do you remember when Dot dot dot I fill in the blanks Left to laugh alone The smile on my face is for both of us But only I understand its sadness Yours is a plastic smile A mask It cuts deep to see you try Even deeper [...]
You're the real thing
Even better than the real thing
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