25 August 2008

The Smiling Box

















She touched the small box in her pocket and smiled. It was what she wanted for a long time, as she always made a point of passing the "Nature and Outdoor recreation" store, thoughts of this fluttering in her playroom always consumed her mind. Spring time, a time for remembering one's own longing and a loved one's sacrifice, was the holiday in which she finally received the Box of Wonder. She untied the pastoral green and pink ribbon box, and seeing this Gift of God inside this square wooden box filled her with delight!

She, a young girl of ten, had to live life to the fullest. Her playroom at home was a small container that had stuffed animals, Barbie Dolls, and counting blocks from her past childhood years. She had a wide range of Barbie Dolls, from a doll who was a lifeguard to a Barbie who was a dentist. Dogs and cats were her favorite animals, so she had a wide array of tigers to beagles in her storage bin. Besides her playroom which didn't have a window to let in light, her whole house was dark, for they lived in a metropolis. Each day she was found to be indoors, for she had no other desire to explore the vast city she lived in. The neighboring kids were impossible to befriend, as they threw numerous amounts of eggs at her as she was walking on the sidewalk and even at her window when she was in the car with her parents. She therefore stayed inside all day and either studied her school materials, read for pleasure, or played with her toys. She was at least advanced for her age academically, even reading a novel on her own—an ability that no other child her age could do. The counting blocks, once used to aid her in everyday counting, was now hindering her ability to remain young forever.

Like the beautiful sight of a rainbow that comes after a rainfall, so to did a Ulysses Butterfly fly out from the wooden box and fly into the blue sky one spring morning. Morning was approaching quickly, and somehow this morning was different from other mornings. Light was permeating itself through every crack of the house, shining on the stuffed cats and dogs. It was light that suddenly made her little boxed playroom into a jungle, and everything in it so alive and exotic. As soon as the light filtered in, a Barbie well equipped to go exploring was found springing out from beneath the play bin, anxiously awaiting this budding adventure!

Joy, or the little girl who was sad, ran from surveying her room after breakfast, and into the day. She was, after all, chasing after her runaway gift!

19 August 2008

Back to School











I go back to school today

Textbooks, papers, and pens are packed

In that big thing we call a backpack,

As it anxiously waits to break our backs

Or to go on a piggy back ride.


The hill is steep,

The bus rolls down,

We go to school

Bullies wait,

The health office opens



Jack sees Jill

Jill breaks up with Jack

The soap opera of life bangs its fist from inside a locker


Hopes set

The heart pounding

As Tommy becomes the class president

A mixture has exploded within the lab in chemistry class.


The principal makes his announcement on the intercom


Jill is pregnant

With Jack's baby, they end their relationship

As Jack then comes out of the closet, broadcasting that he is gay

The bus, dependant on gasoline, has stopped moving

For it has run out, the bus driver's pockets having been empty from the night before

As he spent that money on lottery tickets


The chemistry experiment,

As it was laid out in steps on the internet,

Was to build an atomic bomb—

By those same bullies, for their senior prank

The bomb squad comes


The light is at the end of the tunnel

11 August 2008

Bliss











I went on vacation

To some remote island,

The sea gulls call

As the waves tumble on the shore

Filling its white sand of past memories

02 August 2008

Toronto Travels
















O Canada!

How I find you so pretty

From New York, I marveled at your “1000 Islands”,

As the beauty blinded me on top of a sky deck

I saw you border with the red apple

The customs, in the middle of all the nostalgia

Was waiting for all passports from incoming visitors

Into your realm