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This is a dedication to romance only found in tv and movies we all know they don’t exist can you imagine if they did? I want to write a book with cotton candy dreams and fairy dust with an entire art scene I want my characters to fall in love when they least expect to when life is too busy darling, that’s when the magic happens when you slow down to steal looks on the subway even if the moments are short and subtle sometimes meaningless it feels as if they are on cloud nine sometimes things are meant to exist in the sky.  

I have known you for the past ten years when I was nine years old i had this blue wheelchair it came with a mushroom handle on my joystick I don’t know if there's a name for it but it always reminded me of a mushroom small, round and looks like a tree I loved it so much. My hand fit its shape like a glove I didn’t want to let go it was so perfect so elegant it felt like coming home to a loved one every time I held you my grip had to be firmer and tighter to protect me and you Your texture is rough but when I touch you it feels soft like my favourite blue blanket You followed me along to see all of my big moments; when I left elementary school when I began high school You were there to hold all the hair ties I lost but found you were there when my best friend gave me a bracelet for the first time, I put it on you I can never drive and wear bracelets It is why I never wear jewelry you were there on my first day of college   proving that if m...

Scars along my skin sit to tell stories words cannot lines on my skin come out of one another like a green tree there is a yellow bee on the branch the sun hits my scarred skin displays dark days and old events that were never forgotten like doctor offices and therapy sessions the beds are always cold no matter how many blankets were offered so I’d say I’m okay people never notice until I take my sweater off wear a tank top or sleeveless dress on warm days the line that starts in the middle of my hand goes diagonally to the edge of the elbow they say scars fade overtime the thing is they’re still there no matter where you are or how long its been warm weather reminds me that its okay to feel out of my skin sometimes warm weather reminds me the scars on my skin deserve to feel the heat from the sun and to feel the air run through my hair

Some places   have memories   so distinct    that no matter   where you end up   or   who you go with   how much you try    to alter your experience    memories will always find   a way back to you       I come here    with all my sadness    and happiness.    I think of how long it has been.    I smile because of you    It is strange    I thought you could    never make me smile    again. You have your ways,   old friend.    I hear the waves    of the water fall back    and forth, I think I hear    your voice so I turn around   but you’re not there.   I turn around and my   stripped blue dress twirls   against my black seat,  ...

A sharp whisk of the air runs along the back of my neck as I run through the forest of mystery the thick green branches gently sway back and forth above my head filled with a thousand chances to stay but the branches don’t seem to sway hard enough. I run for miles and miles. I end up in the part of this forest floored with darkness. I bounce up and down as the wind accelerates on my skin like a car on a freeway. Perhaps this is a way to run from troubles and mishaps to a serene place maybe by a waterfall. I bump into a tree shaking its branches. Orange pixie   dust exits the one unstable branch from this tree onto my black, motionless scalp. I go further into this abandoned forest where there is a blue fluorescent light illuminating from the sky. The bright regretful beams reach me.   I grimace like an owl seeing silvers  of light at night. Could it be a portal? A portal that I touch and suddenly be infected with f...

A tender voice calls my name in the distance with the hopes that I will respond Pieces of shattered glass on the ground distorts my face which isn’t that broken as if it would be underneath the moonlit sky I turn around, but no one is there except for settling dust; a ring shining towards the corner of my eye. Wonder if someone ran away before I could catch them like the sun hides before someone sees it afraid they will come out to play? You and I have so many fascinating conversations as it gets later and later into the melancholic night. about who I am? who I will be? who I should be?   When we get around to you, you tell me that I should go home. Tears run down my face there is a dark and heavy mist   floating in the air it weighs on my shoulders lifts me up and spins me around. You say that I should go home –   what if this is my home? You’re the one that brought me here with your trembling voice begging me to stay....

Twirl your braid in a bun expose the back of your neck so droplets of water from my mouth can touch yours and breathe into your soul. Let me tell your secrets that your afraid to say. I am in the middle of nowhere spouting out of a wooden stick. My town has been here for 74 years, dead for 20. The sight of you, the way your eyes examine each  and every detail astounds me. You must love it here even though bad things have happened here. A white bird sits atop your shoulder. You must be something special, I hear it in the way your wheels creak every time you move. Even when you dance I watch the way you smile though lips curl upright your dimples have so much depth - you amaze me. I hope you know that you are something else. The crisp air is stronger when you are around. The water coming out of me gets more intense. I hope you come around more often.

It was like this lake  transformed into a nightclub with our bodies swaying into another let there be no care in the world the beat of the techno music breathes into my soul; I want my body to dance along to the technicolour beat Rays of neon lights streak throughout the baby blue ocean bouncing off each other like sparks of light in the navy-blue sky which creates rainbows that turn into the sky into galaxies with the pinks and blues intertwine with each other a bubble gum sky as I depart from the loners and lovers’ complete strangers sit outside the club  gently stringing notes and singing words that I didn’t think much of at the time – yet I smile my eyes glance in between tree branches and green leaves. come to the pow wow - you will not want to miss this

  She had her hair up in a bun. The strings of her bathing suit peeking out a tank top that says be bold. She was bold sitting in her swimsuit in public music blasting from her blue tooth. Other people are looking at her and she’s laughing with her best friend about the cheesy joke she just made. She laughed at her own jokes as she only found herself funny. She says to her best friend Society is messed up and her friend looks at her funny. No I mean look around you She looks around and shrugs I see people she says These people…around us…are staring at me Her friend sighs What I can’t lie on the beach in my swimsuit No you should. She replies The sun shimmered on her brown skin and on the tires of her wheelchair. As she screamed at the top of her lungs when the waves came in and immersed in her body Her smile was brighter than the sun. She just wanted to be bold and you know she was. Oh, how she had a heart ...

Brittle and bare trees sway back and forth. I hear the whisper in the whisk of the wind as it dances on the edges of my ears when the sliding door slams shut behind me. The shattering force of the wind caresses the back of my neck as I swerve on a sharp corner of this deserted, twisted alley. I think about how much strength it took to divide the wet cement into broken holes. These bent corners of cement are like the edges of my heart that want to scream sadness into the rainbow-like sky above me. The sky is so bright and bubbly; two characteristics that I want to obtain. It evokes my undivided attention towards the highway, passing by the florescent-lit Chevron where my body shivers as the wind hits me harder. Traffic here is always insane; a car almost hits me despite knowing the crosswalk sign is on. The rush of the cars makes my once-numbed face feel again as if a nurse is putting numbing cream onto your skin before she inserts the IV into your warm-blooded skin. Cars on the ...

I couldn’t imagine the lengths she would go for me. Maybe it was my lack of faith or maybe I thought she’d had left by now. It was this one day that changed my perspective on her. We decided to go out to North Vancouver. We usually plan out where we go a few days in advance due to the six wheels attached to my body. We’re at this market and we’re both bored to death. I can't count how many times I’ve been to the quay in North Vancouver. There’s just water and boats sailing around. That’s cool and all but all I crave these days is an adventure. I want to swim in the water even though I can't actually swim. Does that matter? If I drown, I know you’ll jump in to save me.  I want my body to become messy and disgusting by the powers of nature. You start looking up “what to do in Vancouver” as if we’re tourists in our own city. As you make suggestions, I laugh at the fact that we aren’t prepared for many of these but maybe I was being a tad dramatic. Could you blame me? She is...

My face is staring at the ceiling  contemplating why I’m laying on this sterile, blue bed. My wisdom teeth are about to vanish from this mouth as if twenty is the age where you have all the wisdom you need. My eyelids are drifting down into this abyss of needles and tubes. Nurses are scattered around me waiting to scar my skin. Blue, latex gloves snapped on their fresh skin ready to puncture my sterilized flesh with shiny needles glimmering with hope  only to crash my spirit in the coming hours. The anesthesiologist carefully pushes the drugs  into my melancholy veins while this excruciating pain  spreads all over my body  unapologetically numbing me as if I’m not numb enough. These delicate eyelids burst  open like it is the last moment as me Strip me from everything I’ve got to give yet still expect more. The everlasting contradicting myth; They say removing wisdom teeth makes you wiser. ...

  The air I breathe In and out With a sound of doubt Lingering throughout my ears Saying yes, while others say no Having to bear that pain Day and night Isn ’ t easy When I die inside The thumping gets louder That thumping of music Theres a knot in my stomach At times When I have no clue What to do The beat of the song Calms the mind Cant define serenity Just a wave of emotion Which flows out So much pain That I fall Within a heartbeat The images Oh, the images Trance into my mind Like a bright wave Of yesterday's Memories Waiting in the office Is like Waiting for that exam result So stressful You want to know But At the same time Your scared that It might label you As a failure As I continue my journey I long to desire The capitative  sound I adore My music Giv...

Am I blind? I can't see anymore where we left off. You're here, I'm there. A never ending story. Continues through air. Emotion That kills The heart Looking at you makes me die inside Like a flower which has no water Dead inside Where is that spark? Before we part I want to say Your that part of me that will never disappear The part that was sacred, deep and intense No one And I mean No one can replace the feeling you dropped upon me The day you called me beautiful and hugged me then vowing your mine Knowing one day you would walk away 

From the day I met you until now. It's so different; The memories we made and the bond we retain. And I still remember the day I was confused. I dont remember why.  So shy, but confident Our bond has grown so much As if a tree is blossoming in the spring The root represent a base, the trunk represents trust and the leaves swaying back and forth are us Our weird ways and craziness How we put up with each other We've seen the good and bad but we're still tight like a rope Our days are countless but there are more hours to come And nothing can tear us apart We are strong like the air around us.  Your gentle touch makes everything better As if there is a raging storm in my heart but ur gentle voice blows it away And our little jokes makes me laugh at the most odd places No where you are or where I am We're still so close Our days pass by like a wave of memories  and our hours...

Where are you? It's been days. Months. No call, nor text. I can't laugh without, the thought of you popping in my mind. It's a rush of emotions hitting my face, I don't know whether to stare or cry. It's a force that I'm struggling with, holding the emotion in or pulling you towards me. And I don't know why you do this. Without you, I die inside. I see you everywhere, I think about you anywhere. I see you in my dreams, will it be okay if I say that to you the next day? We can look intensely into each others eyes. Who knows what will happen next? I cry late at night and, I don't know why but I do. No matter what happens, you dont look at me the same way. My cries for attention, don't effect you. Nothing I do... No, I don't know what I do. I did something that you used to love And I don't know, why...

My mind is like a sleepless night. My heart is like a roller coaster. I stop to  think what I want and if its right. "it's complicated", I say. Is it really complicated? Or are you just scared of what will happen.  Love is a feeling that I can't get rid of when I'm with you. Hold me like I'm yours. Kiss me pretending there is a forever. No one will stay forever. Not me.

Hi again, you left! But its cool. I survived. You came back and greeted me with a kiss on the cheek. It felt like things changed. Like you did. So I did. It was all laughs, hugs and kisses. You know I can't deny my love for you.  We would get lost in each others eyes and gaze off into the moonlight as we hold each others hand. The talks about life, future & us - it just made sense. Well, didn't everything? It was like the perfect beginning to the most epic love story.  Believe me, I tried. Was it me? Like why couldn't we make it work? I guess I was  at fault when I trusted you. 

Speak to me (part 1) As I try to be me, you come back in my face and you know your smile always gets me. Our little small talk mesmerize me with the things you call “just being nice”. Get real, or get out. You don’t try and it does get to me. My voice weakens as I call your name because its not worth it. What is worth waiting for the day you call me again. The compliments are not worth it. If nothing is worth it, I don’t know what is. ` Strength and will I am done being your lullaby every night. You used to tell me you loved me every day. It sickens me how we were once one because you are not deserving of me. Please, I know how to werk it. I definitely do not need you and your ways to persuade me back in your life. Do not grab me by the hand and try to catch my look I do when I know you mean it. Once you leave, I’ll fall and you’ll laugh. So please leave me alone forever. I already left long ago. Just don’t talk or walk towards me. You have the wrong person in your hands. To...