Welcome to my little corner of... ramblings and angst! This is a little section which I have set aside to house most of my writings and musings. These are extremely personal, and some hay have a bit of fiction mixed in with true facts, just to decorate things a little bit. These are all life experiences of mine, the earliest being the first selection.. the last being more recent. Each link contains midis, so you have been warned. I really hope that these are enjoyable... just... try to bear with my angsty, artsy mind. ^_^
More will be added, as my mind continues to churn.
"Modern Poetry."
"Surrogate Jesus."
"The Journey Home."
"Our Future is Not For Sale"
"If Fords Could Talk."
"Wood and Velvet"
"The Question."
"Cape Bretoner in Exile."
"My School, Their Province."
"Bullet with Butterfly Wings."
"Old Man."
"Housecoats on the Door."
"The Visitor."
"He Was There."
"Unconditional."
"Could You Help Me?"
"Ochre."
"Whiskers."
"Suncatchers."
"Town."
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(2001)
Just one of the many subliminal messages in poetry. A small analyzation that I had to concoct for an English 11 assignment, back in 2001.
(2001)
After reading Golding's work "Lord of the Flies" in English 11... I was struck with a few thoughts regarding the aloof character known as Simon. What spiritual significance does he have in this old tale?
(2001)
After two years, it's time to go home.
The first visit back to Cape Breton, in 2001, since moving away in 1999.
(2001)
My thoughts on New Waterford's industrial death, involving the coal mines. This is VERY opinionated and merely consists of my own thoughts and feelings, and is not meant to offend anyone, for others may have different opinions on this issue. Read at your own risk. :)
(2002)
A place of waste gives way to a moment of sanctity.
How alcoholism affected my childhood.
(2002)
How something as simple as an eighty year old toy could change a juvenile world.
The onslaught of Alzheimer's Disease.
(2002)
Facing the fears, beginning a new life.
Recollecting events in 1999. How eleven simple words could explain a lifetime.
(2002)
A moreso lighthearted look at my endeavor.
(2002)
A semi-lighthearted look at the cultural differences between Cape Bretoners and British Columbians, by someone who found out the hard way. An old writing assignment, from school that I worked on a while back. ^_^;;
(2002)
This was one of my essays, written for english class in Grade 12. It is an analytical approach to the war novel, "All Quiet on The Western Front." by Erich Maria Remarque. I never thought that a story of this genre would captivate me, as it did.. but.. I just had to post this.
(2003)
I've learned a lesson, from a complete stranger...
(2003)
Warm, fuzzy memories of a childhood by the sea.
(2004)
On the night of February 9th of 2004, thereabouts, I had a most profound dream. I was very sick with the flu, following the weekend, and I was feeling /terrible/. It's amazing, the revelations a person can make while they're fast asleep. I'm deeply religious; I believe that there is life after death and in my honest opinion... deceased loved ones CAN visit in dreams. Call me batty, or agree... the choice is yours.
(2004)
On December 11th of 2003/04, my older brother Kris graduated from Basic Training in Quebec, for the Canadian Air Force. Seeing the photos of his graduation that my mother brought back, upon attending the ceremonies... I recollect the stance that my big brother held throughout my life. Now, more than ever, I have him to thank for being such a wonderful role model, a best friend, and most of all: a loving sibling. Thanks, bro'... I'm proud of you.
(2005)
Reflection, following a rough day, of a time where things fell apart briefly. Only years later, would these events lead one to become a much better person. Not due to the events themselves, but the memories instilled by a dear person whose presence, and life, shaped many for the better. What my Nanny Lorna taught me...
(2005)
How it feels to be someone's eyes for a day...
(2005)
In the aftermath of my visit back to Cape Breton in July of 2005, this was the first piece to be written, with many more to follow. The third trip was very special, and while all of my other visits home meant a lot to me, this one held a lot of significance in a sense that I was able to tie up loose ends that bothered me, and revisit parts of my youth that I missed so dearly. This vignette is a followup to my piece from three years earlier, "If Fords Could Talk". Eleven years later, I got to revisit that place that brought me such joy in yesteryears.
(2006)
A bit of a dedication to my father, back East. Sometimes, my cheek still hurts from the rememberence of that notorious whiskerburn. :)
(2007)
Another dedication to my grandfather who left us eight years ago to this month (Feb), but has never really /left/, either.
(2007)
On a mildly darker note, a rough poem that I came up with one night, my firts night home in August, 2006. (After hearing some disturbing news.).(More to come.)
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