To Coronis.

I won’t be the only one eating crow.


Tell him I said “Bang! Bang!”

Because I like that more than arrows like the arrows of Eros that shot me through the spine.

Yeah, I want you to feel this eke out of you like the sun eking out from the clouds

I want you to feel it like my heart felt, being plucked out by a raven.

This is it princess.

I’m going to lay you down on a bed of hyacinths,

Play you out

On a fitting instrument.


(Baby, I don’t mean it all. I just mean most of it)


I should have seen this coming.

They all run like mice from the feline, like locusts from the spider.

You should have seen this coming,

My cheeks are stained with crimson sunburns.

I am the leopard, I am the widow.

I slay my emotions like they were a dragon made of miasma

And run an arrow through.


Just let me know if there’s something worth saving before the sun catches up with you.


Sometimes I dreamt about taking a knife to school and killing everyone

To hear something other than the chalkboard silence

They noticed my grades were slipping when I needed glasses

Not when I left pieces of myself

In the second floor bathroom

Sometimes I hear their voices in the stillness of the blade on the obvious places

I want to dream about something other than

Someone else

Slipping in

Slipping out

For silence that never came from me

But from

The obvious


If I were to be cured,

I can only wonder if my personality would be

cured as well.


I disgust myself,

To think that all I am

Is this disease

That could someday evaporate

Like my happiness has for the past four years.


And I wonder,

Would I know happiness to find it?

Would I know the words to say,

In place of my melodic melancholy.


I don’t know.

I simply won’t know

For a very



As I wait,

                To be cured,

                                Of a disease that swallows life like air,

Perhaps when they find the cure,

I will be dead already.

Slam Sunday: We are More by Shane Koyczan


We are cultures strung together and then woven like a tapestry,

The design is what makes us more than the sum totals of our history, 

We are an experiment going right for a change.


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(Note: I know that the fourth of July was recent, but I’m Canadian so here’s to Canada day)

Hymns for the Bastards: Two.


He claimed to be a fan of horror

But he clearly hadn’t watched enough films to know that

If you create a monster

Don’t be surprised

If it turns around



I’m ready for my close-up now, baby.

Slathered in makeup so thick you could cut me with a knife and find no soul underneath.

I’ve forgotten who the mask is,

Me, you or the camera.

Fuck you (gently): Unrequited Three

Some people start their poems with

“baby won’tcha look my way”

But you’re already looking my way

I just don’t know how to meet your eyes.


Baby don’t fall for me

I’ll break you where it doesn’t heal.


(and I could be reading into this but sometimes literacy is a virtue)

(Do you feel me inside you yet

because I see myself in your eyes)


You make me warm,

Maybe that’s enough.

I’m going to keep it this way

Shove it down into my heart

(and maybe a little lower)

Shove it down far enough that you won’t find it

(secretly hoping you’ll look)


And if I break you break too

Because you look at me like you can’t afford to lose me

You can’t afford to lose me

But you can’t afford to love me

It never works out for everyone

It never works out for anyone

Slam Sunday: Waiting by Thadra Sheridan

So if I just crumple to the floor in tears can we bypass this breakfast bullshit so I can get that table their fricking water?

I adore this poem. It reminds me of how much I don’t miss my time in the service industry.

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