Blog: Veni, Vidi, Scripsi

(I Came, I Saw, I Wrote)

June 20, 2016

It's the best part of Summer time; Pool Time!

After afternoon naps have ended we jump into our swimsuits and lather on layers of sunscreen. Padded footsteps make our way out the old screen door which slams behind us with a loud bang! Towels in hand we enter the gated po...

June 13, 2016

I carried my bag of treasures home proudly. It was amazing what you could get at a yard sale. Today's find was a zip lock bag full of jewelry for the fantastic price of $1.75! And not those puny snack bags like mummy packed in my lunch - this was one if those freezer b...

May 22, 2016

A Poet's Utopia, November 27, 2004


Across the path
Is a soft hillside
Under the warm sunlight
Come while the afternoon escapes
Come live the life of a poet
Grassy pillows,
Air that whispers quiet,
As the river flows away
Bubbling creativity
Flowers grow tall,
Form shad...

May 22, 2016

The pink glove lay on the ground, almost covered by the tattered pages strewn around the room. An old chest collected dust in the corner and Abigail was eager to peak inside it. The air smelt musty and old; all the things that intrigued her. She walked slowly over to i...

May 21, 2016


A Star Dies With Age, March 24, 2005


Woken dreams upon the breath
Of the childhood innocence
Dust collected on the toys of the past
Weeds grew over the childhood smile
No laughter is heard
The monsters have eaten the life
Moving up from under beds and closets

May 20, 2016

Uncovered, Spring 2004


i wish i looked like Her
instead of looking like me
for i've always wanted to know
what perfection's like to be
my waist isn't thin enough
my face is just too round
i'm obviously not tall enough
i'm closer to the ground
my skin is just too pale

May 19, 2016

Lying To Myself, October 29, 2004


I keep saying I don’t care
I keep trying to forget
But it’s going to take time,
And I’m just not there yet

Some days I think I’m good
And I think don’t need you
But I keep lying to myself
And the statement isn’t true

But one day I wi...

May 18, 2016

Behind The Heart, January 9, 2005


No healing for her scar
She doesn’t even remember the story
It’s just a mark on her body
To represent the past
Of which she can’t change
Or remember
Because it’s easier
If she were to touch it
She’d know why it’s there
She’s know where...

May 17, 2016

She Wears a Scarf, November 20, 2004


She wears a scarf,
Though she sits inside
In front of me on my couch
Her sweater is white
To match her skin
Soft and the colour of milk
She also wears a smile
Showing me her teeth
In between pouts
The lips try to remain closed

May 16, 2016

When Good Things Happen, April 3, 2005


they walked around the park
chatter was hiding the sound of nervous heartbeats
the sun was out, promising them no rain
not today
a day when good things could happen
they wandered down the path
to the pond, where the duck swam
in p...

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