Monday, 19 December 2016

Dear [you],

Dear [you],

I’m not going to tell you that you’re beautiful. I’m not going to say that I go the long way to class just to pass you in the hall, or that a glance and a smile from you gets me through the day. I’m not going to say how fucking attractive you are, because I know it won’t mean a thing.

You spend so much time worrying what other people think about you. I can see it everywhere, and it makes me sad. You grasp at every bit of proof that you are enough, refreshing your likes on Instagram just hoping for another sign that people think you’re beautiful. I’m not really sure what to do.

So I’m not going to say that. To be honest, I don’t think I should say anything. The only person whose opinion should matter is yours, and the only way to truly control that opinion is to let go of what everyone else thinks.

But this is stupid, I have to say something. So I’ll say this.

You are one of the kindest people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. You give so much passion and generosity to everyone you meet, and you do it because you know it makes them happy. You’re unselfish with your time and you don’t give yourself enough credit. And you’re smart. Like, stupid smart. Brilliant smart. The kind of smart where I want to stay up all night talking because I know you’ll understand. You’re understanding. We all need someone to listen, someone to simply say “I hear what you’re saying, I feel what you’re going through.” You can pick me up when I’m down. You can make me laugh. Not just chuckle, or smile, but really fucking laugh. You’re okay with being silly, with saying stupid shit and not caring who hears because it is genuinely funny. It’s genuine. It takes courage and vulnerability to be so unapologetically you.

So no, I’m not going to tell you that you’re beautiful. You are so much more than that. And if you valued everything else the way you value being considered attractive, you’d love yourself as much as I do.

Friday, 5 August 2016

Eric and Brian: The Flight

Eric: Hey thanks again for giving me the window seat.
Brian: Oh, no prob. I'm just gonna sleep through this anyways.
Eric: Good, good.
Brian: Night, see you in a few hours.
Eric: Hey Brian? Could you pass me your bag before you doze off?
Brian: Umm... Sure, how come?
Eric: Relax man jeez, I'm just asking to see your bag.
Brian: What? Why?
Eric: Brian. I need you to remain calm. We're on an airplane.
Brian: I am calm. What the fuck are you talking about? Why do you want my bag?
Eric: Hey, look at me. Look in my eyes. Are you good? Y'good?!
Brian: Jesus Christ, yes okay? Be quiet, I'm good.
Eric: Okay. I put something in your bag before we went through security.
Brian: What?!
Eric: Wow, excuse me everyone. Nothing to see here, my friend is just feeling a little angry right now. No need to panic, no cause for alarm. Brian act natural.
Brian: What do you mean act natural?!
Flight Attendant: Excuse me sir, is everything alright?
Brian: Yes ma'am, we're very sorry. Everything is fine. My colleague here is just a little afraid of flying.
Eric: Oh like hell I am, I'm not afraid of anything. Lady I want to speak with the captain, now. This man is an impostor. He has stolen my bag.
Brian: What?! That's insane this is my bag, I checked it when I boarded.
Flight Attendant: I'm going to have to ask you both to sit down and buckle your seat belts.
Brian: Of course, thank you.
Eric: Fine, but I better see the captain out here ASAP.
Brian: ...What the hell was that? We could have gotten in huge trouble.
Eric: Don't worry Brian, we played it cool. I acted natural.
Brian: Just leave me alone okay, I don't want anything to do with this.
Eric: Sure thing. But first could you pass me your bag? I put my cell phone charger in there, it wouldn't fit in my mine.

Thursday, 4 August 2016

Eric and Brian: Table Manners

Eric: Jesus man, elbows off the table. Show a little class.
Brian: What? Uhh sorry, didn't realize that was a big deal to you.
Eric: Well it is alright? What if I have my mother over, and she sees you eating like a filthy animal?
Brian: ...You mean if you bring your mom to our dorm for dinner?
Eric: Hey you don't know me. Maybe I will. Maybe I'll invite my mom,  and your mom, and my mailman, and we'll all have a big "Fuck You Brian" party.
Brian: Yeah, alright.
Eric: *mmff* So- *chhh* How was work?
Brian: Oh god eww, don't talk with your mouth full.
Eric: *chhhrnnn* Well excuse me for trying to- *ppffllmmm* get to know you better. *shhmmmff*
Brian: Fuck that's gross, I don't need to see that.
Eric: Yeah well I don't need a lot of things. Like health insurance, toothbrushes, or this dumb conversation.
Brian: You don't brush your teeth?
Eric: Of course I do, dumbass. I just use whichever one is lying around.
Brian: Like the red one, in the cabinet behind the sink?
Eric: Yeah that sounds about right.
Brian: FUCK Eric, you used my toothbrush?! Oh god that's disgusting, I've gotta go chug some mouthwash-
Eric: Relax Brian, I only brush my teeth on Tuesdays and Thursdays. The rest of the week is leg day.
Brian: What... The hell... Does that mean?
Eric: You know, 'never skip leg day!' Gotta keep them clean.
Brian: That's not what that- Wait, you scrubbed your legs with my fucking toothbrush?!
Eric: Elbows off the table Brian, lets try to be civil.

Tuesday, 5 July 2016


Angsty poems
Wasted time
Trying to think of
Shitty rhymes


What more do we need in life
Than a cosy hammock, a gentle breeze,
And the sound of music in the air

Thursday, 30 June 2016


You have an itch.

Somewhere, deep down inside, it is there.

It creeps. It gnaws. It bites.

Somewhere, under your anxieties and fears, I am there.

Impatiently waiting.

Tuesday, 28 June 2016

Play On

Before I met you, my highs were too high and my lows were too low.

I was stressed, alone, and ready to snap.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't seem to get anything right.

And then you came along.

You put me back out into the world 
like a freshly tuned guitar
and said "play on."


It starts
As it runs across your face

But soon
And abrupt
Laughter makes its great escape

Monday, 27 June 2016


Sent, seen, and no response
A twisted kind of pain
Like screaming at the empty sky
Begging for rain.


She walked into the room, and she was beautiful.
She moved to her seat, and she was beautiful.
She just sat there quietly. Beautifully.

And worst of all, she didn't seem to know.

She walked back out of the room, taunting us.
She walked back into the room, in that beautiful way that beautiful people do.

But none of it was fair.

Because her beauty wasn't ordinary. It was unfair. It was broken.
She was the perfectly crafted meal in that fast food commercial.
She was the combination of rain and light that we see as a rainbow.
The promise that one day, everything will be okay.

No, nothing about this perfect girl was perfect.

Because when she walked back into the room,
The only one who didn't think she was beautiful was her.

Friday, 1 April 2016

The Sound of Fear


Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
The time might change but the sound never does.
I thought you would have learned that by now.

* * * A NOTE ON HUMANS * * *
Learning is not their strong suit.

You can disagree with me all you like. It really wouldn’t bother me. Many have tried before, and truly I must commend them for their valiant effort, but as they tug the rope harder I only end up closer to them. Human beings are funny like that. No matter how many times I tell this story, you force me to try it again. You could read five hundred pages and still make the same mistakes. And believe me, the writing isn’t the problem. I should know. I don’t mean to inflate my own ego, but really, don’t we all deserve some praise? In my line of work I’ll take what I can get.

* * * A STERN REMINDER * * *
World War II happened.
Millions lost their lives to prejudice.
We remembered the lives.
We forgot the lesson.

You should know that I am not blaming you personally. Please, don’t get up. Kick off your shoes. Relax. Have a drink. You have a roof over your head, a meal on your plate, and an abundance of free time. Why not relish in it? In fact, why not protect it? Hold it close. Guard it. That’s what people do.

* * * A LIST OF PLACES * * *

Once again I find myself exhausted. Needless to say, I have been busy. Especially busy. The kind of busy that pulls out your hair and blackens your eyes. I know what you are thinking. Haven’t I been here before? With the length of time I have been doing this job, you would think I’d be an expert. Well I’m not. Not this time. You know about the war, and the colours, and about my vacation into the world of distraction. You even know about Liesel Meminger. No, this time is different.

It’s the leftover humans.
The survivors.

The noise. That ungodly, unbearable noise. I taste their screams in the embrace of every family member carried away, no matter how hard I clench my teeth. Bloodshed is loud. Sobbing is deafening. A huddled mass of footsteps searching for a safer path. Like smoke, fleeing from the hell of wildfire. It dissipates until there is nothing left.

* * * A LIST OF NUMBERS* * *
Syria - 367,500 Refugees
Afghanistan - 174,000 Refugees
Iraq - 138, 500 Refugees