The Damned Girl

We will become, become.
Become blessed in the curse.
We will become, become.
Become the blood and the bone.
We will become, become.
Become, for now and then.
We will be come, become.

Here Lies Andrew.

- time is just a concept... Theatre plays with it... Don't put yourself into your writing, use your writing to find yourself.-

Thank you, Daniel MacIvor. I thank you. Deeply. You're inspiring, and your process gives me solace in how I work. It's supports me. And I love your work. I really do.


I have this drive to create with space and bodies right now. It's all I want to do. I want to throw people together and create something. I'm even finding myself drawn to the idea of exploring text. That is coming. It hasn't arrived yet, but I can feel it.

I want to go to George Brown. I want to learn to act better. I want to be in Toronto. I want to discover what this country has for me. And what I can do for this country.

'Cause I'm on my way. And it gives me happiness, and it feels real.

Relocation

Victoria isn't shining. I need to go away. I need myself.
Lackluster. Travel-needs. I want to go home

I really miss the Ocean. Tarnished memories.
You'll always miss them, but they are still there.
Warm your heart with the spring.

Ain't Seen Nothin' Yet.

Are you acting the cruelty?

Do you enjoy the foolery of looking in thine eyes and feeling that breath; that sting; that mist.

You ain't seen the word. AIN'T seen it.

So. How could you understand it? Feel it? Fuck it?

BREAK that window, get the fresh air in. You need to breathe and see the shining stars of the afternoon. They're bleak and thin, but they're still there. Breathing for you.

I ain't here. I ain't with you in the darkest depths. HEARTBEATS. BUM boom BUM boom. The resounding sound breaks the back of our destitude and describes my love. For I do love you, but only in the way the sun loves the earth. I give you warmth, but I can't hold you. I can't feel you.

See this. See me. I fade. You glow. Siphon and lock. keep it all in and hold your breath.

I'm going to come back, and release the shadow of thine eye with mine own. And then you'll see it all won't you. Watch it all. But not feel it.

You are a windowless door, surrounded by concrete beneath the mountain. The mountain in the sky's river.


- Found. It's mine. From troves. It's from May 2010. I haven't edited, because I usually don't. But I, also, do not claim to be a poet.

Mourning

Honour your place.
And your sadness.
And your grief.
And those moments that joyfully last forever.

WRATH

WRATH - part of Intrepid Theatre's YOU Show series.

We all get lost, but we'll always be found.

I got lost.

And its one life, and its this life, and its beautiful.

Don't really know where I am, where I came from, and especially where I'm going.

And to be honest, it's pretty scary.
Is it hypocritical to berate and challenge the fear in others when you discover there is just as much of the icky substance in yourself?

Or is that just a passive-aggressive tactic in trying to fight.

I really toy with the idea of being a fighter. Defending and protecting my inner truths and ideals.

I can't help it, you're so beautiful.

Music wise check out: First Aid Kit, Cecille Corbel, and Sarah Blasko.

This Video is consuming me: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OJHdT1j6hH8

There's a new world out there, and all we have to do is shape it.
Subvert. And always love.