Each one who makes their mark on your story

Will be a part of your book

Some will make their mark with words of happiness,

Words of power,

Words of sadness,

Words of pain.

But all are words of gain;

Making your story fuller



They are phrases through which you phase

Some will leave you empty spaces

Some may take a whole chapter

They are questions:

Some will answer them

Some are powerful periods

(Some are secrets on the side)

One might even be so bold

As to be the stem that binds



Each one is important

And will be a part in building your book

But the one thing they shall never be

Is the pen

You hold on to that for dear life

Tomorrow I will do my best

I’ll study for that test.

Tomorrow I will clean my room

But today I have to rest



Tomorrow I’ll climb mountains

And I will make amends

And it will be an awesome day

It’s just around the bend



Tomorrow I will find my fate

Accomplish something great

Tomorrow I will change the world

And not procrastinate

…Tomorrow

Twas the night of a strike when all through the school yard
Not a teacher was stirring, not even a guard.
The boys were all gaming, the girls in their sweats
all anxiously waiting to return to their desks

The students were nestled all snug in their beds,
While the linger of alcohol danced in their heads.
Though some were quite worried, and some didn't give a crap,
We all settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out from head office there arose such a clatter
We sprang from our beds, "a resolution to the matter!?"
Away to our laptops we quickly did dash,
Tore open our emails, our inbox did flash.

The glow of the message that appeared on the screen
Gave a glimmer of hope from what it had seemed.
Then what to our wandering ears should they hear?
But a tentative agreement. (its meaning is unclear).

The vote in its favor would allow the agreement to stick
But everyone knew it would have to be quick
Everyone waited to hear what they’d say
We quickly found out we’d go back on Monday

Now students, now staff, and all workers alike
Professors, librarians, we’ve finished the strike!
To the top of the hill, to the top of our game
Its back to the books so let’s wake up our brains

But then we all wonder what is yet to be done
As we meet with an obstacle, because such time has gone
With all this time off, the courses, they flew,
We’ve lost so much time now what will we do?

And then, in a twinkling, that appeared on the screen
There was a revised schedule from the UNB team
As we drew in our heads and then read the jot.
We knew in a moment it was just as we thought.

The term’s been extended until April 17th
And exams will take place in that month’s final week
And the very fear that made everyone shake
It cannot be so but it’s true… No March break.

The poor wide eyed students saw their dreams slip away
“But I already paid for the flight for my vaycay!”
It doesn’t seem fair that we pay for this fumble
But that’s just the way the cookie crumbles

On the optimist side, if it makes you feel better
At least we don’t have to throw out the semester
We all can return to our classes with ease
And we won’t have wait to complete our degrees.

So let’s use these few days to complete our unwind
Come Monday we’re all heading back to the grind.
But when we are stressing few weeks down the road
Remember the strike when you complained you were bored.

As we rise from our beds we will let out a chuckle
When we realize it’s been weeks since we’ve worn pants that buckle
And we’ll recognize the sunrise when we get out of bed.
But it won’t rise as we’re sleeping, but waking instead.

We’ll turn on our cars and our engines will whistle
And we’ll scrape off the ice and the snow with a bristle.
But they’ll hear us exclaim as we drive out of sight
"Happy learning to all, and an end to the strike!”

Speak not when in awe

The most beautiful moments

Are muffled by words

An extrovert

Would hope to look back and find peace

In leaving the world a better place



An introvert

Would hope to look back and find peace

In leaving the world a better man

Ask a child why he fears the dark

He will say ”It is because I cannot see”

As adults we fear the light

Because we wish not to see

But not seeing the horrors that stand before us

Does not make them disappear

Which is the sillier thing to fear?

Leaving your comfort zone

Is like a moon jumping orbit

Out there on its own, scared and alone

With no notion of its loss or benefit



For an undermined length of time

The moon will be just a moon

It is both eerie and sublime

Yet hoping to find its destination soon



The journey may be long

It may be lonely, and scary at times

But to find where it belongs

It is surely worth the crime



For if it never did stray from its track

It would never know what lies beyond its realm

The less the travel the more the lack

And never would it know true whelm

Like something venomous

Sunrise penetrates my window

Seeping through the flesh blanket

That protects my eyes from reality



Unable to ignore the sun’s rays

The light escapes me

A light that was so radiant just moments ago

And now is but a foggy memory

Of a thought that will never be

Let’s imagine for a minute

That life is a loaf of bread:

Soft, warm, and inviting

When you first come out of the oven



In time, however

It gets a little stale

Not so fluffy as it was in the beginning

It gets a little rough around the edges



It can get a little blue here and there

And in time, if you let it sit too long

Those little parasites will grow

Until there is nothing good left



But let’s not be too rash

Don’t toss it in the trash

No, not just yet

There’s something you can do, so don’t you fret



You have a chance

To make your loaf

Something amazing

What can your loaf bring?



Break it down

Into tiny little bits

Toss away your blues

But keep the misfits



Everything that is good

Is what makes it yours

The crust, the heal,

The unique little pores



Spread it all out

Within your pan

Draw it out

As long as you can



Don’t forget

To add some spice

Make it taste

The way you like



Pop it in the oven

And let them bask

Make them warm and toasty

Make them last



What was once a dull mass

Is now a bunch

Of quirky little bits

With lots of crunch



Why waste away

As a stale loaf of bread

When you could be croutons

Everybody likes croutons

I can say you’ve always been there
Through all the wear and tear
You were always by my side
The whole ride
All of it.
But I’ll admit.
Though I can say you were there for me
I will say too, you never did care for me.
As a matter of fact I can even go so far as to say that you were the cause
Of all the wear and tear for which you were there: My sorrows, my stress, insecurities, flaws.
That was you.
It’s what you do.
But I know you’ll never admit the truth
You’ll never take responsibility for those years from my youth
That you took from me!
Don’t you see!?
All this time you insisted you just wanted to help
But all you did was leave me with these internal welts
I was just a girl…
And you made me less of one.
And when I had finally decided I’d had enough
You insisted that I was the one being too tough
And here you still are, years down the line.
We haven’t spoken in a while but you still stay close behind
Every once in a while I will hear you voice your plead
Trying to convince me that I still need you
I wonder if you’ll ever truly leave me in alone
Although I’ll admit is scares me that I might be left isolated
Because unfortunately I am not made of stone.
And sometimes the thought of taking you back leaves me blissfully sedated
Do you see what you’ve done?
The longer you’re here the more I feel strung
Like some sort of puppet.
But I am not your puppet
And you have to leave now
Yes, I hear you beckoning
And it’s sickening!
It cuts like a knife
But I need you out of my life
You’ve been hiding in my closet for way too long
And it’s invasive, repulsive, and utterly wrong!
How about
You get out
You say I never listened to you?
No. I did my share of listening
Now YOU listen to ME!
For years you’ve been a total invasion of my privacy!
And you have the nerve to say that I obstructed YOU!?
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I can’t do this anymore, I’m done…
I can’t just fork over every waking hour, sacrifice this much of me to someone
But I’m left in total despair,
For deep down, I know you’ll always be there