Tag: growing up

Too Young to Die

Why do you want me to be like the others? The railroaded families, fathers and mothers? I cannot explain just how scary it is to think of a life of work and then kids. Yet we are herded and set for that life, whether by guidance, by gun, or by knife.

A Man I Once Called Dad

Carmen, A man I once called "Dad" Of all the emotions you've provoked, The complex words that could be spoke, Somehow it always falls back To sad. Or angry. When I think back and reminisce To the important times and moments The defining traits, events, opponents One thing that they all just seem to miss ...

Time and Scale

When I was a child, Things around me felt so big. I recall I saw an airplane, A huge, colossal thing! But then as an adult, When I returned to YYZ, That plane seemed so much smaller But what changed in size was me. And yet with giants all around, Looming over me and great, ...

A Fistful of Pride 

With cold wind in my hair and with frostbitten toes, I find I'm deposed when I dare to despair. In repair, one finds solace by difficult means; TV, Computer and iPod screens. In a flock full of people who do nothing but wailing, I find now that sailing needs more courage than pride, Besides, there ...

Tale of Fire

I tried to write a poem. I ended up with this. I wanted to speak tales of fire, Colours, kids and bliss. I found among the colours Of the flowers and the trees That only grey stands out to me. Cold, and bleak, and weak. You speak to me of hope, But I see just ...