trillium-phoenix

“We are too young,” some of us tell ourselves. Too young to face these decisions. Others are far too mature to have graced these halls. We have nothing in common, And yet everything. Like water, we spread out, but are connected as one. One piece. One reflection of youth. The love we have won and lost, The passion and pain, The inspiration and tears, The bridges we have built and burned, A testament to belief in ourselves. With knowledge and experience in our wake, The decisions we have made and the trials we have overcome dictate who we will be tomorrow. The next parents, the next teachers… The next generation o

A ma fleur (partie I) Je te deteste. Je suis bien fachee de toi. Nous sommes fini. Je t’aimais, et tu me manipulais. Maintenant je besoin de parti, Et c’est ta faute. Tu n’es pas belle, Tu es laide et pitoyable, Tu n’as pas des amies, et tu es tout seul. Je suis contente que tu es miserable. Toujours, je travaillais pour toi, Je t’aimais, Et tu faisait rien pour moi. Tu ne m’aime pas. Me deteste-tu? As-tu des raisons pour moi? Peux-tu l’expliquer? Je pense que non. A ma fleur… (partie II) Ma petite fleur, mon etoile, Naïve et fort, Millions des kilometres en haut Je te pen

White It had become less like a colour More like a symbol It holds more meaning It stands for peace For purity For superiority White means straight hair It means blondes with blue eyes Pale skin that burns in the sunlight White means prejudice Witch hunts, pointed tunics, and slavery But black Black is the colour of night Of evil Of dark alleys and swastikas White is clean Like crisp pieces of paper, Or newly fallen snow Black is an imperfection A smudge A stain on innocence Black itself can never be covered Can never be cleaned But white White is the blanket lain over a corpse White is the consequence of bleach Li

Bulletproof… I wish I was Bulletproof I wish I was I wish I was stronger, fitter, happier. I wish I had never seen your face in the mirror. I wish I had never shared take-away, never given away my sweaters, never let you steal those pieces of me. But I’ve gone so far. We have, really. Every second that I think about you is a moment in time dedicated, dedicated to you. I didn’t think it could get so far. I didn’t know what it meant, or what you meant. So now we’re trapped. We’re trapped because we can’t bear to lose the pieces of ourselves that the other one has. We’re trapped because

Only about one thirtieth of the population has it That little spark A noticeable bit of charisma in the corner of the eye that can instantly make you fall in love with them Every class has one, Every street, Every workplace, though more or less depending on occupation and geography So what had I missed? Why not me? You can be whatever you want when you grow up, Except charismatic Unless you’re born with it It’s like a shoe size, a completely inescapable biological phenomenon You’re either a six or you aren’t You can’t lose inches from your feet I am a social big foot. Paul silently mused to himself as h

The Proposal A smile flooded her face As he got down on one knee. “Finally,” she thought, “we can stop playing these games.” The blood flowed thick from his stomach. The bullet, on the floor behind him, Listened in the dim light. The room was grey, stone, cold. It matched her eyes. He fell to the floor, coughing, confused, Desperate for one last breath. His body draining, He knew it was over as he looked to her. Her blond hair, perfect, as usual. Expensive clothes made her look just right. He’d always thought she was beautiful. He rolled to his back As his eyes rolled into his head. His white muscle

If only you were lonely… I think about you every night, when I fall asleep. I thought about you as I sat in the darkened room, And marvelled at the longevity of divine oil. I though of you on the pilgrimage to Mecca, And as new sons were given from the cross. I saw you from the window ledge, Your face revealed in the scars of my hands. I saw you in every tear stained face, In every hungry mouth, and every empty purse. I watched from the drawbridge as the clouds rolled in, I saw the troops, the gas, The optimism and pestilence, I watched as they swarmed and bred, Over valleys and through mountains. I didn’t want any