The Human StarThe star fell from the sky
Into my very arms;
"Away with you," said I,
"Return to your siblings above."
I threw him up high,
With all of my might
But he came back down
"No," cried he,
"I want to be human!"
I scoffed and scolded,
"You're perfectly absurd!
You drift peacefully above,
happy as a clam;
Do you not know
Of the pain humans feel?
Who would want to be human?"
Like a child, he huffed and replied,
"I want more than to drift!
Do you not know?
The pain of humans,
their sorrow, disappointment-
Is part of their sweet triumph?
Need I any more reason,
Other than just to be human?"
Hereafter he left,
And I wondered if maybe
It was better to be human
Than to be a star
Paper streets and paper goldHe had paper hearts strung around his ankles and paper cranes on the soles of his feets. He had paper people as bandages to wrap around his ribs where a lost entity lived inside. He had paper for skin, paper for lips, and paper for hair. All frayed.
He spent his days in a flimsy house coming apart at the seams, staring at empty sceneries out of shaky windows, scribbling white drawings on white floors on top of each other, singing blank words from a blank box of a voice. He imagined a life with color and foundation, solidity that couldn’t be crumpled, a world with compassion from the corners of a friendly home. He drew pictures of that world he daydreamed of, and sang sad songs of how he would never get there. For such a place did not exist.
He was the boy who lived on Paper Street.
He wished he wasn’t.
On creating lifelike charactersYou died. But I will
keep writing your story until
you begin to live
Letters to England- Canada 1Dear England,
Do you have any ideas to help me get noticed more? It's annoys me every time someone mistakes me for America, or when they don't notice me.
Blimey, sorry for keeping you waiting for my reply. I've been trying to figure out who you are. Yes, well, hm...I know the feeling. Way back when I used to be mistaken for one of my three brothers, Scotty, Ire-bastard and Wanker (Wales). So I dyed my then-ginger hair blond, fluffed up my eyebrows so they were bigger than any of theirs, and completely changed my wardrobe inside and out. Never happened again. What I'm saying isdrastically change your image (DRASTICALLY!!) so that it's utterly different from America but still holds some you in it. Wear red and white garb, dye your hair, and use whatever means necessary to force the fact that you are...uh...Canada...yes..
a dollar for happinesswhich circumstances
determine the joy
possessed in each
bottle of bubbles
I retrace patterns
in every memory
unable to recapture
I make spheres
out of sorrow
and watch them sink
rolling around like
marbles in the sand
of my mind-
leaving traces of
no one was able to see
little girl in the hallway
with doors locked
come outside -
I've a dollar
and a smile
Growing OlderWhen I was young I didn’t have that good of a memory
But to be honest what were you expecting?
When you’re a child you’re still learning everything
Don’t expect the problems around to be easy to solve
Because sooner or later they will somehow evolve
Dancing with you I was having trouble breathing
I couldn’t help but be in awe in your beauty
It may have been a time where I didn’t expect too much
But in all honesty I had to grow older sooner or later
Meeting you cause it to progress for better or worse
As I grow older I won’t forget you
I will always keep you in my memories
The good and the bad it doesn’t matter to me
I want to remember you because you’re important to me
And as I’m growing older I’ll make sure to remember you
With age one comes with wisdom people say these days
And I can’t help but agree with the statement
Now that I’m older I know there are things I shouldn’t do
I wonder if there was a w
birthdayIt's someone's birthday somewhere
Someone who once mattered
and somehow someway still seems to do
I dreamed of them last night
My mind somehow remembered what day was coming
Even while 'I' was asleep
Decades dimmed in memory
while what was old seemed new
Together across the room
as always was and so remained
that idolised perfection
never touched but always felt
Together we walked
for the best of years
me and my best friend