We are all the same.

Let’s get lost

The city looks so inviting

The radio is loud enough

to cover our pounding hearts

Let’s get lost in a moment

or a million moments

Tires are spinning and

The city welcomes us.

Now we are driving down

East Hastings, I found

myself here and I’m trying

to keep quiet, and I’m 

hiding behind the glass 

and the metal of my car,

And I’m scared, partly of

the homeless that are 

roaming the streets, mostly

of the “normal” people who

will look without seeing.

I’m scared but I shouldn’t

be. The homeless should

feel scared, or maybe it is

the other way around?

They have nothing to lose

and I have everything

Horns honk behind me,

I though the light was 

red but turns out it’s not 

anymore, and the city 

isn’t welcoming anymore,

and all these impatient

people with blank,

expressionless faces, I

want to say to them

“Go ahead, drive quickly, 

you’ve got places to go

and people to see”, but 

I know the most real people

in this city are the ones on

the sidewalks, the ones

we drive past so quickly

that the colours of their

clothes, the colours of 

their bags, of their skin 

all blurs and 

disappears. 

But reality beckons, and

all you people in your

fast cars going places

are missing something

Why did my instinct take

me here tonight? I went

for a drive to escape my

life and look where it 

brought me, it brought me 

to chaos, even though 

all you see is pain.

Maybe you think you’re

so much better, look

around and you will realize

our pain is all the same, 

our faces are all the same,

our lives are all the same, 

We are all the same.

The Move

Stacked like bricks

row, row, row, row

where did I put my

heart, my knowledge,

my dignity? did I pack

it up with the rest of my 

house, into cardboard 

boxes: brown, or beige, 

with vodka or beer brands

stamped across their

backs? All the empty

boxes were picked up at

the liquor store on a dull

tuesday afternoon after

the delivery truck came in.

Well now my heart, my 

knowledge, my dignity, 

are simply lost, since 

the movers were careless

and broke a few things 

along the way, and all of

the best parts of me were

tossed in the corners into

piles of dust, in the trash can,

swept beneath the rug.

At least my body 

still remains.

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One day I will look around 

Maybe you will understand

We’re both standing at the top

Looking down, looking down.

I guess maybe I kind of thought, just a bit,

That this time would be different

You sold your soul but I don’t mind, it isn’t broken

It still works just fine. 

I see you're listening to “your” music

It’s not really yours, you know

You think that you’re the only one who likes it

Don’t be pretentious. 

The devil isn’t pretentious, why are you?

You are looking at me with empty eyes,

They look so sad I almost feel sorry

I almost apologized but then I remembered

Why I hated you all along. 

Let's run away. 

I see the past, it lies flat on the horizon

It doesn't have to be this way

It doesn't have to define us

Nothing will define us but

The car we drive or the 

Food we eat or the 

Clothes we wear.

Let's run away and 

Never look back. 

It is your words that I love

They look so delicate

Hanging from the trees

Like autumn leaves that 

Change colour and filter 

The sunlight, strain the 

Sunlight like stained glass.

While the world pretends

It is nothing to me or

The vision I hold within my hands,

My heart, my mind, your spirit

How can I describe? 

The way it wraps its arms 

Around me and squeezes tight

Today it suffocates and I feel scared

But don’t forget, it is usually just right

Yesterday it was delicate and I could

Feel you filling in the bleak empty spaces

The ones you left looking so bare, I was

Looking around feeling so lost 

But here you are, you’re back 

And you’re filling me up again.

Here is a soul telling me how to feel

With harsh smiles and harsher words

“This is how you’re meant to be”

But I refuse to be someone like you. 

Who follows the bodies moving as one. 

Maybe your mouth is silently closed

And maybe your edges are softening

But I can feel the doubt emanating and 

I refuse to freeze someone like you. 

Who the other someones wish to be. 

A heartbeat is vividly uttering words

Our feet are running and slowing us down

I see you drifting off of the page

I refuse to live with a monster like you

Who creates more fear than the truth.