may 5, 2009
in my home looking out my kitchen door. my fence looks like it was attacked with paint balloons. the sky is bright and blue with cardboard cut out clouds. i’m overcome with feeling in love and infatuated, and its with peter pan. i have just realized this and soon after he pokes his head out behind one of the clouds. like he’s trying to tease me. all of a sudden he bursts out, never really looking at me and now he’s flying around with tinkerbell. immediately and huge storm hits and rain is falling. i feel something. something bad is going to happen. i slam my door closed. i can’t remember who, but someone is in the kitchen with me. we’re both in my kitchen watching the storm and i feel better that they’re here. then all of a sudden a beady eyed man with circular, thick, black frames is staring at me through the large window on the other side of my door. i immediately lock my door, and he puts his hand on the knob not moving. my hand is still holding tight. then, the person beside me touches my clenched hand. when he does this, the door unlocks. i quickly lock it. he touches my hand again. i quickly lock it. i look at the person next to me and i look at the man outside my door.
may 6, 2009
most of it is lost in my memory. but, i am in a town full of shack homes made of crumbling brick and old wood. there are groups of kids who come out of no where and terrorize everyone. they jump on the homes and in a few fail swoops they crumble beneath their feet and are gone. we go back to rebuilding these homes. i see the same home get broken down twice. it stands tall with a flat aluminum roof over patch-y yellow and red bricks. crumble. then from where i’m looking a kid in a yellow shirt looks at me, grabs a tennis racket and starts hitting rocks towards me. the first one gets my arm, but thankfully i duck the next three as i run towards this little boy and wrestle him, i think he is winning. all of a sudden i’m in a buffet. pink wallpaper, white french doors and i’m standing infront of a buffet table. two of my friends are around me. i immediately remember the boy throwing rocks and i start rambling on about the incident until i just want food. i look at the table and talk with one of my friends about what we should get. i fill my plate with a crab head, and put some gross looking lasagna on my plate, and a piece on hers. i move onto the next buffet table.
may 30, 2009
berries. there were lots and lots of berries. strawberries, raspberries, and delicious blackberries in those small clear plastic containers that seemed to have a never ending supply as i shoved them in my face.
july 9, 2009
i’m in my shower. i’m looking at bits of black mold and dirt on the inside of my shower. i take the head of my shower and start spraying all these parts and they start to come off! i start holding the water to them watching them stubbornly fall down the wall, to the floor, and clinging onto dear life before going down the drain. the black marks start growing and they all start forming into several different species of butterflies of all different colours and sizes. as neat and beautiful this is i start freaking out. they’re all moving quite slowly with each shower drop slowing them down on their delicate wings. i jump out of the shower with the door barely closed. one of the larger ones tries to get out and i gently close the door crushing its body and wing. its crinkles like tissue paper. more try to escape. i do this to a few more until i can’t look at them.
sept 21, 2010
everything you’ve been through comes up front. you wonder why you can or can’t handle it. just play your favourite song and hope you fall asleep. theres still a chance for you, just let it ignite.
feb 4, 2011
i’m on a school bus. its the 1950′s. there’s a bunch of us, all friends. we’ve made friends with the bus driver, we look up to her, we’re all drawn to her spirit. she let us do whatever we want. we’d drive around for hours exploring, listening to her stories. she’d open the bus door and we could dance all we wanted on the bus, by the door. we could scream as loud as we wanted. she took a tab of acid, and on our regular drives around the city we saw her change. we saw her slowly break down, watched her slowly reveal her past. she started to scare us but we couldn’t stay away. she let us drink, we’d throw glitter all over each other. we passed by a huge drug bust, cops everywhere, we felt our nerves turn but it was like no one could see us. her driving became more erratic, and we worried more and more. we started writing letters about what was happening, and eventually she hit her breaking point, and drove through her husbands house. it seemed to never end, going through wall after wall after wall. until we reached the other end of the house and were slowed down by the snow. we all ran out, my friends went another way, and i followed, hoping the front of the bus wouldn’t roll forward and pin me to the brick wall. Kids start pouring off the bus, we all run up a hill. Then, i’m looking at a distressed old green wooden board. tacked to it are tons of articles about the crash, the bus driver, her husband, and a few about us kids. in the picture we look like we’re in elementary school.
