A Canadian in Texas

I’ve had it now I can’t go on
I’ve gone too far with just dry earth to walk upon
This isn’t right there is no snow

10 days till Christmas
I just don’t know.
If I can make it without pine trees
Without snowmen or a winter breeze

Without the snow I just can’t last
Without sledding this place is daft
Without
Without
Without

And though your sports teams are better
And though some people love the warmer weather
And though here is the warmest state
And though most people thinks its something to appreciate. I can’t stand the scorching sun.
And though most people have tons of fun
And though
And though
And though

This place has no igloos
No frozen lake it has
No snow forts
No outside places to ice skate.
No
No
No

But as I said before I’ve had now I can’t go on
Not with just dry earth to walk upon

(P.S. No offense Texas) 🙂

 

The Song

listen to the song,
The Song in the shadows,
in the trees,
in the stars,
in the light,
in each other,

You can’t hear it, can you?
is your mind as clouded as the kicked up dust
that you so commonly misconceive?
The Song is in that very dust,
because it is everywhere,
in every life,
in every world,
in every universe,
in every macrocosm,
The Song, my friend,
is us.

Wind

The air, swift.
Running through the earth’s hair, the grass.
Whispering the names of the trees, of the rock.
The air, rapid.
Falling with the rain, rising with the heat.
Like a balloon in a great storm.
The air, chaos.
Sloshing in the bowl we call sky.
Never resting, never leaving.
The air, changing.
We call wind.
Swift rapid chaos.
May slow.
But will never stop, not until nonexistence.

Christmas Morning

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
My hand skyrockets from under my covers
I check the time
6:00 on the dot
Adrenaline
My heart starts beating
My head fills with questions

I rendezvous with my sister in the hall
Two sets of eyes peer over the banister at a glistening Fir laden with ornaments
We stare in awe at the amount of gifts bestowed upon us

Two sets of feet race down the stairs, creating a drumroll like sound
We are off towards the tree like two lions pouncing on a helpless zebra

364 days pass
The process repeats

 

How Did I Get So Lucky

I’ve never had a best friend,
At least not one like her.
She is loving, she is funny, she is everything.
There’s no one like her.
Our never ending adventure.
Our never ending laughter.
Makes me want to live life with her,
Forever.
She’s the light of my life,
My reason for happiness.
I would be lost in the middle of nowhere without her guidance.

My life wouldn’t be the same without her.
I wouldn’t get that indescribable joy without her.
I wouldn’t experience this happiness without her.
I know she is always on my side,
She will support me through anything and everything.
I come to her when I need to smile,
I know she’ll get the job done.
I can’t help but smile when i’m with her.
She is perfect.
I’m lucky to have a best friend like her.
There is nobody else like her.
How did I get so lucky?

I love you Olivia.

 

I Want You Back

Young.
Healthy.
Happy.
Loved.
Why?
You were everything.
You were the sun.
I want you back, your warm hugs and loud laughter.
I want it all back.
I thought you were happy.
You took your life away
With no warning.
When was the last time I had said I loved you?
I don’t know.
I want to know.
I miss you.
You said you’d be there in a second
But instead you pulled the trigger.
It’s okay.
You had your reasons that I don’t understand.
I’m glad you’re happy now.
But i wish you were happy here.
With me.
But you’re gone.

I love you.