mndiamond
Canadian
Grew up in a small reserve off the Northern Quebec coast, went to college in Montreal. I enjoy reading, I'll read just about anything that's interesting. I like writing but I'm still growing. I like exploring all areas of creative writing, but mostly I write little notes, poems or short paragraphs, just to get better and grow in my writing. I hope to study Creative Writing in University next winter.
There is a feeling of restlessness
Of boredom
Of things left undone and unsaid
When I think of you
When I miss you
Nothing heals, nothing helps
I wish for things that have no point for wishing
I only know that I feel empty
But even that won't last
It's such a shame really
For there was something in you, in me
That is now lost.
Nov 11, 2010
Nov 11, 2010 at 8:40 PM UTC
The voices echoing late at night
Trying to ignite that fire light
Faded dreams but they do not care
Wishing on stars for those who dare
They sing and dance for the coming dawn
Mourn for those young ones who have gone
And in their tears and fears they cry
Wanting to live forever, never to die
They laugh and smile because they're alive
Finding a love that will not strive
So they lift their tired heads to the sun
Waiting for something that will never come
16/10/10
Oct 15, 2010
Oct 15, 2010 at 11:42 PM UTC
I stand outside alone at night
My eyes on the stars shining bright
I sing a little song
drink a little drink
and I find myself wishing
for your presence
to see what I see
to be alone with me.
Oct 13, 2010
Oct 13, 2010 at 11:49 PM UTC
russian prince in a mug
so much pain so young so long
can mark someone for life
so much so
they never recover
losing sight
of the light
that was always theirs
until
their young bitter hearts
no longer see
Oct 13, 2010
Oct 13, 2010 at 9:19 PM UTC
I've grown weary of funerals
yet I'm just 25
But I think none is as tired as my uncle
In a span of nearly three decades
He buried
His parents, a sister,
two sons, two brothers
and one granddchild
And yet he managed a smile
held my hands in his
whispered I love you
when it was my turn to bury my father.
Oct 13, 2010
Oct 13, 2010 at 9:09 PM UTC
It's this I'll always have
These memories
These scars
It's those moments I'll always remember
Live for
Long for
It's the images that remain unbroken
Your eyes
Your smile
It's that face that haunts me most of all
That wanting
That love.
May 12, 2010
May 12, 2010 at 11:26 PM UTC
I made a list
of all the men I had *** with
It was a decent list
But it wasn't enough
to be called neither a *****
nor an angel
I tucked it away
Into the pages
Of a collection of poems
by Charles Bukowski
I imagine he would've found that
amusing.
May 10, 2010
May 10, 2010 at 7:10 PM UTC