29/30: "The World."
wordsinajar: I remember that one time… It felt like I had the world sitting silently in the palm of my hand. I confessed my secrets Like I could shout them to the edges of my fingertips And turned it on its ear just to see another day rise. Peeled the sky’s skin just to whisper into its spine While the cumulus clouds curl themselves into a crescendo Splattering the oceans’ currents and the...
28/30: "Tell Her."
wordsinajar: “If hearing her voice is one of your favourite things about being alive, You should tell her.” But I can’t help but think That everything I could say Would never be able to really tell her. That I couldn’t copy the penmanship of her soul That I could only sculpt a shadow of her No matter how hard I tried To script the songs in her skin And the stories in her scars. That I could...
wordsinajar: She’s a kind of beautiful. She speaks in half heaven, half Holocaust. Part English, part body language Honesty laden with the echoes Of breaking hearts and crashing teardrops. She had a penchant for yelling Over the rooftops at the top of her fingertips And her silence could serenade songbirds. Head to toe she seemed perfect. Her toes were roots… Dug deep into her history. Toes...
25/30: "Arts and Crafts."
wordsinajar: Sometimes… I feel like I’m nothing But your favourite arts and crafts project. Good intentions stapled to bits and pieces Of all the daydreams I’ve had about you. Papier-mache’d my hopes To your reassurances. That abstract painting Hanging lopsidedly on the battered wall. Suspended off the nails you dug into my back Like you were trying to display Your masterpiece from my shoulder...
24/30: "11 Things I Find Attractive."
wordsinajar: 1. A girl who’s not afraid to smile and laugh. Because there are days when the sun refuses to wake up and leave its covers. 2. A girl that can recommend a great book. Not good, but great. A girl who loses herself in words…and turns them into her own world. A girl who finds knowledge and lessons in her library, showing the value of words and how they can affect someone. How they can...
wordsinajar: I once told this girl that I fell for her…hard. And she didn’t believe me. Couldn’t fit it in her logic To picture me tripping over my words My tongue tied Shoelaces living a life of their own A backpack full of all the possibilities And worst case scenarios With only an uncertain response waiting for me And my naive heart to break my fall. And so she asked me… “What really...
A poem I wrote and performed for a city leaders conference in Mississauga. wordsinajar: When they used to ask me What I wanted to be when I grew up I always wanted to say…”Happy.” Wanted to say “Anything but a coward.” “Anything but a failure.” “Anything but a person that settled For everything they are now.” But I’ve realized… That happiness is not a destination. But a state of mind. It is...
20/30: "Body Image."
One of the poems I wrote for our Word UP poetry and theatre production in December. wordsinajar: Everybody knows… You can’t trust the words of your bathroom mirror. So quick to crucify your imperfections Against your insecurities. So quick to pounce. Always tells you your hair doesn’t look nice. Never tells you you’re beautiful. Never tells you you’re handsome. That window you hang on the wall...
19/30: "Your Smile."
wordsinajar: Your smile… Your smile is a near death experience. Because with that one flash That one split second in time… I can see my whole life flash before my eyes. With you. Passing like grainy home movies. Projected onto cumulus clouds So no one can ever rain on our parade.
wordsinajar: We kissed like a solar eclipse. But we loved like a sunrise. Loved like constellations speaking to the sky In whispers only the ocean can understand. Loved like a summer’s eve Warm with the anticipation of more to come. Loved like autumn. Loved like Fall. Fall like falling in love. Loved like jigsaw pieces. Fitting into each other’s arms so perfectly Into the warmth of our jagged...
Working on a lesson plan for 3 spoken word workshops I’m teaching at a middle school tomorrow. And writing a poem that I’m memorizing for a performance I’m doing for city councillors and officials next week. Things are looking up in terms of productivity. Grind time.
wordsinajar: Inside all of us, there is a light. Beaming red, pulsating, flashing like an alarm. Bright and unblemished. Fighting to reach the surface To greet the sun like an old friend. Smiling naive in the glory of a childhood dream Bright and wide-eyed. Passionate. It is the drive. Determination. What no one can ever take away from you. The fear of failure. The siren call of success. RUN!...
A Beautiful Soul: R.I.Paradise Beau Dela Cruz.
Just last week, my cousin’s husband committed suicide because of depression. I wish I could have been there for them, and that he could have been helped. But here we are. Reading her eulogy, I realized how vulnerable we all are. How fleeting life is. What my cousin Anna wrote was beautiful, and while I wish that she would never have had to write it at all, or that it would come so soon,...
wordsinajar: No matter how hard we try We always fall victim to the cannon fire And the shotgun shells spread in a lover’s mouth. Choking on the gunpowder and the turmoil Lodged in their throat, every time you kiss. Trying to convince ourselves That the unlocked door was an invitation Not submission to fate. That the stories painted on the plaster Were lessons, not warnings. And only the walls...
wordsinajar: Sometimes I feel like I can’t help but lie Because telling the truth is too easy. Like: Everything’s going to be okay. Everything happens for a reason. And while I can’t help but believe it I can’t convince you that bad things Never happened to good people And I’m sorry you’re an example of it. Like: I could never be mad at you. I’ll always be there for you When I know that one...
wordsinajar: She said, “There are two things you never run after: buses, and men.” At the moment, I had nothing to say. So I just chuckled silently to myself Amused at the absurdity of her words. The second time I thought about it, I wondered why less women in the world Have the audacity to think the same.
We drank until your speech paid homage to honesty Cups of camaraderie and glasses raised. No more slanders in slang and only a taste of truth We dealt in forgetfulness. We partied. No ounce of adrenaline wasted in our veins Bent our bodies to the beat of the music Like we would forget out feet on the dance floor. Along with our worries for one whole moment. Let it melt into the floorboards like...
Lies I’ve Told My 3 Year Old Recently
thepoetrycollection: “Lies I’ve Told My 3 Year Old Recently” Raul Gutierrez Trees talk to each other at night. All fish are named either Lorna or Jack. Before your eyeballs fall out from watching too much TV, they get very loose. Tiny bears live in drain pipes. If you are very very quiet you can hear the clouds rub against the sky. The moon and the sun had a fight a long time ago. Everyone knows...