I stumbled across some of my old poetry while going through the memory box my Mother made for me when I graduated. I love  reading through my old journals from school. Sometimes I feel like a completely different person than when I was a child but in the same respect   I sometimes feel exactly the same (there goes my ambivalence again!). Here are 4 poems I wrote from grade 5 to grade 8. The first is a poem I wrote for Remembrance Day in honour of my grandfathers that fought in both WWI and WWII. The second poem is the only limerick I ever wrote (definitely not my strong suit!). The third poem is also not one of my best but I felt the need to share it because as a child and an adult I am always questioning why things are the way they are and what if they weren’t that way, what if? The last poem I wrote from a personal experience. A family member very close to me was in an abusive relationship for a long time and thankfully she was able to break free, I wrote the poem years after she had recovered from the relationship but as you can see it still was affecting me. Hope you enjoy!

Soldiers Lie

Soldiers lie in the darkness of death.

Soldiers lie in the grass of the cemetery.

Soldiers lie in the poppies of the summer.

Soldiers lie in the freedom of our country.

 

A Weird Limerick

There once was A TIME

WHEN I wrote a RHYME

About a BOY that FLIED

HE flied and FLIED until HE DIED

THAT was the time that I wrote a RHYME

 

What If?

What if the sky was green?

What if down was up and up was down?

What if?

What if the grass was purple?

What if guys were girls and girls were guys?

What if?

What if people were green?

What if one was two and two was one?

What if the whole world was different?

What if?

 

Why didn’t I run?

We used to love each other every single day,

But now I cannot wait for him to go away.

 

I don’t know what happened? He used to be so sweet,

But now all he does to me is hit, kick and beat.

 

He made my daughter watch as he slammed my head into the wall.

There she stood shocked, amazed and then she started to bawl.

 

Why do I let him do those horrible things, why don’t I run away?

Why do I put up with this pain day after day?

 

He made me think it was my fault that he did those thing to me,

But deep down inside I completely disagree.

 

I’m fed up with all of this, I’ve already started to pack,

And next time he try’s to hit me I just might hit him back.

My parents live on a plot of land that has been in our family history for 106 years. For me there is nothing more beautiful than this place. It is not just the scenic view that strikes me but the memories and sense of family that is engraved into the land. Nothing makes me more happy than sitting on the deck, drink in hand, surrounded by my family and animals, having good conversation. It’s the small things in life that bring true happiness! Here are a few pics of the area, hope you enjoy!

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This is a verse from one of my all time favourite songs by the amazing Joni Mitchell (who happened to grow up only 3 hours from my hometown in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan). The song is called A Case of You , it is beautifully written and Joni delivers it so well with her unique voice and style. I have added the file below and I recommend you take a listen. (This is my favourite verse from the song and holds one of my favourite quotes)

Oh I am a lonely painter

I live in a box of paints

I am frightened by the devil

And I’m drawn to those one that ain’t afraid 

I remember that time you told me, you said,

“Love is touching souls,”

Surely you touched mine

Cause’ part of you pours out of me

In these lines from time to time

A Case of You

Sometimes when we are struggling and suffering in our lives we tend to become angry at the situation we are in. Often times asking The Universe “Why me? Can it get any worse? How did this happen?” As I have gotten older (even though I still consider myself a kid, even though I’m not) I have realized that becoming angry at any situation does not make it better. Being grateful however, can make your mood about the situation change. Next time you are facing adversity stop and take a moment to be grateful for all the things you do have and the things that bring you joy and happiness. I know it can be extremely hard to follow this advice and I too am one who can be known to fight gratefulness. Sometimes when your down you don’t want to focus on the good because everything around you appears bad. So next time you’re having a difficult time in life, struggling or just being unhappy think about these few words below. Think about all that you do have and not what you are losing or fighting. Just being grateful for breathing can have a powerful affect on your psyche.

“Change your Attitude to Gratitude.” (These words just popped into my head this morning, I love it when that happens!)

Zen Einstein…..

White

Posted: April 22, 2012 in story, writing
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This is the beginning of a story I started to write. The story ended up morphing/growing into something else and this no longer fit with the idea, but I really loved this opening and even though it’s not finished and slightly abrupt I still had the urge to share it with you all.

White. White. White. White walls, white ceiling, white floor. If a color could make a person go crazy, white, would be that color.

White clock, white pen, white file. White.

Sitting surrounded by all the blankness that is the color white made her anxiety grow stronger.

Tick.

Tick, tick, tick.

If an object could make a person go crazy, a clock would be that object. As if people didn’t notice the passing of time enough, they had to add an insidious ticking sound to keep you informed of every second lapsing.

The combination of the whiteness and ticking was pushing her over the edge. She closed her eyes to avoid the horrid glare and lifted her hands to hers ears. She tried to relax but that was a lost cause she hadn’t felt relaxed since she was five. After years of emotional distress she had virtually lost the entire concept of what it meant to relax. Her hands began to sweat and she could feel her heart pounding in her ears. She couldn’t sit there much longer, she began to bounce her knees, nausea crept up into her stomach like a familiar stranger lurking in the shadows. She wouldn’t be able to last any longer, she needed to get out of there before she hurled all over the ugly white walls. Just as she was about to get up a muffled voice saved her and pulled her back into reality.

“Ms. Brooks?” A hand reached out and touched her shoulder, she flinched and opened her eyes, she stared at the woman stunned by her contact.

“Ms. Brooks, are you okay? Do you need a glass of water?”

She couldn’t put together any words just a simple vertical nod. The woman, a short redhead, with far too much make-up for her age, scurried across the white floor with her white sneakers; they squeaked as the rubber collided with the linoleum. She reached the water cooler, filled a cup and shuffled her way back, squeak, squeak, squeak. Tick, tick, white.

“Here you go Ms. Brooks,” she held the cup in front of her face.

White. A white cup.

How did she expect her to drink water out of a white cup? White is what go her into this position. She took one look at the cup and without thinking swatted it out of the redhead’s hand. Oxygen was simultaneously extracted from the air and pulled into everyone’s lungs, a gasp was heard from all mouths.

“I’m sorry, I just– I just don’t like the color white,” she stammered, sounding slightly confused by her confession.

“No need to explain Ms. Brooks, I don’t like it either. Dr. Willows will see you now.”

She rose from the chair, but she couldn’t move forward. She was stuck in this white box, that ticked, that squeaked, that blinded. The box held her, consumed her and deprived her of rational thought.

Tick. Tick. White.

This is a Quote from a woman by the name of India who was on an episode of Oprah‘s LifeClass featuring Gloria Steinem. After the woman spoke Oprah’s response was I could just weep over that.                                                                                                                                                I did.

“People always ask can you have it all? And I think one of the questions we need to start asking ourselves is not can we have it all, and mean marriage, children, career, but do we have the power to do the things that will make us happy?”

Do we?

I haven’t always loved to read. As a child I was very stubborn and despised being forced to read in school. I found that the educational system took all the fun out of getting lost in a story. However, when I was 11 my aunt gave me a book to read for fun. It wasn’t really an appropriate book for an 11yo but I fell in love with it. The book was called A Child Called It by Dave Pelzer. It is the true story of a young boy who suffered immense abuse and cruelty as a child. After reading the book I felt a burning inside of me, I wanted more, from that day on I was focussed on reading anything I could (although I still hated reading in school). I am always looking for new books to read and suggesting my favourites to others. I thought I could share with you some of the books I most enjoy and hope that you will in turn share your favourites with me.

Abduction By Robin Cook

Flowers for Algernon By Daniel Keyes

The Book of Not Knowing By Peter Ralston

Room By Emma Donoghue 

The Hunger Games/Catching Fire/Mocking Jay By Susan Collins (ignore the hype about the movie, the books are awesome!)

A Child Called it/Lost Boy/A Man Named Dave By Dave Pelzer

The Midwife of Venice By Roberta Rich

Glow By Amy Kathleen Ryan

The Art of Racing in the Rain By Garth Stein

Night By Elie Wiesel

God is Dead By Ron Currie Jr

The Birth House By Ami McKay

This is a very condensed list as I could dedicate a whole blog site to the books I love! I am always looking for new books to read so please do send me any suggestions. I don’t really have a preference for genre, I will literally read anything once (and have a tendancey to read my faves over and over!)

What is this life? Is it nothing but loving and losing? Is this not a life for the damned? Am I damned, are we all?

This life, this life is only living, only loving, consistently growing.  You can never lose love, you can only lose the living. The reality of death is not losing someone but rather gaining them whole. Their whole heart, their whole soul, their whole being. That is this life, and the next. If that makes us damned then let us all be damned. 

I found this note as I was perusing my Facebook and I had to laugh. I wrote this Blog right before my 19th Birthday about becoming an adult and what that means. Surprisingly I still agree with much of the things I wrote, all except one. I don’t think at 18/19 you’re an adult. Hell I’m almost 24 and I still struggle with the possibility that I am becoming an adult. These days I try to hang onto anything that can be considered youthful (i.e. my imagination and love for colouring books lol). I thought I would share this blog with you all in hopes that maybe you would get a laugh out of it or maybe even some support or inspiration. It’s fun/nostalgic to look back on your former, younger self. I almost feel like a completely different person (I guess I kind of am!) Hope you enjoy and please if you have anything to contribute to the concepts of adulthood please do!

Things I learned after I turned 18, and moved out: (August 2, 2007)

Now that I am fast approaching my 19th birthday I think it is fitting to look back on this year, and the many things I have learned that come with becoming an adult and moving out. So, when you turn 18 you don’t really feel any different. I mean of course there is the obvious excitement of graduating and becoming what you so longed to be an “adult”. But not till now did I realise what it really means to be an adult. Adulthood is not something that can fully be described, because you cannot fully understand it until you are there. Here are some of the interesting, funny, and stressful things I learned in the past year of becoming an adult.

1. Family is always there for you, no matter how much they anger you, no matter if you hate them and are frustrated with them, they will always be there. You have to learn to swallow your pride, and go back to them when there’s no one else. And yes I know it’s hard, but it has to happen and it will happen.

2. You don’t know everything. Contrary to what you may think now, it’s true. And once you take the time to realise that you don’t know everything, you actually learn more. You become more open to new ideas, and see that sometimes your wrong and sometimes you need help.

3. Responsibility sucks, yeah that’s right I said it. Seriously being in charge of your own life is not as peachy as it sounds. Simple decisions become stressful and you need to make choices that used to be made for you. For example, going to school or doing your homework. You need to decide and make choices that can make or break your life, and that’s stressful and hard, and ongoing…but don’t worry it does get easier the more choices you make.

4. Grocery shopping is harder than it looks. You soon learn why your mom never bought the food you wanted, why because it’s expensive, and honestly not that good for you. I know it sucks to hear, but eating healthy is important and you have a new respect for it once you get over puking from all the junk you eat when you first leave.

5.Your parents were right when they told you to go to bed early. I mean not that I obey this rule now because I don’t, but you do realise that once a week you should go to bed at a reasonable hour. Trust me you will feel refreshed and be ready for another late night on the town.

6. Friends will be lost. Yes, people your best friend from elementary school will grow up to, and in turn you may grow apart. I experienced much of this in the past year. When you become and adult so do your friends and your like and dislikes become different and in turn you may grow apart. Not to say that this happens in every situation but just know to be prepared to lose some friends.

7. New friends will be gained. You will meet new people and maybe even meet people who will change your life. You may even find your best friends in this stage. During stressful, awkward, and tough times you are forced to bond will people who are going through the same situation. In my case this was my roommate and a girl I met in my first semester English class. I know it’s hard to think of the positive in this crazy year, but I have two of the best friends ever thanks to it.

8. Budgeting money is important. Again your parents were right when they told you to save up. Okay I know this is starting to become a “parents are always right” article, but surprisingly they are right about lots of things. Budgeting money is hard but it has to be done, and soon wants get put on the back burner and needs are what you focus on.

9. Good Times are to be had. So most of these things may seem negative or depressing, but seriously this past year, even with all the stress has been one of the best of my life. You learn to laugh at the situation you are in and make light of it, and you learn how to change it for the better. Like I say you have to dig through all the crap to get to all the good times.

So to all the youngins out there fast approaching adulthood, don’t be worried, don’t be sad just be prepared. Soon you will be experiencing some of the best memories you’ll ever have. Just remember this little tid bit, digging for gold never came without cost but the payoff is worth it. And I encourage you all to no matter what keep on digging, and pushing, and fighting, life it gets easier, trust me I went through it.

I love how I suggested that I went through life, I had barely lived at all yet, oh the naivety of youth!