As a fairly wealthy, Caucasian woman, living in Canada, I have never been in a situation where I have had no where to go. For these individuals however, ones who have had to live with serious misfortunes for an extended period of time, are affected by the housing crisis. These individuals hope to share their stories in order to diminish the stereotypes and misconceptions surrounding the lives of individuals living on the streets. Continue reading Street Life
Why do I turn my back
from those who really love me?
Why don’t I tune my heart
to those who really care? Continue reading Worth
my feet in the muck
of the wrongful demands
from those who have luck
on their sides. Continue reading Luck Doesn’t Exist
It’s okay to be alone sometimes, it can even be important. Do not forget how significant you are and how many people you influence. And when you think of such things, remember that even when you are alone, you are not forgotten. Continue reading Solitude: Lost in Translation
Our words mean something important, whether we choose to believe it or not. What we write and what we share with the world impacts others; it has the capability to touch the lives of others and change the way they see the world. So let’s write, about our beauty, our weaknesses, our emotions and anything we wish because it is all important. All we have to do is write. Continue reading Written: Lost in Translation
When we think about love it can often be difficult to define it. What is it exactly? How do you know what you are feeling is true and authentic? A political comic and artist from New Zealand analyzes many different elements of love and what it really means. Continue reading A Love Story
When you squint your eyes traffic lights brighten,
reminding you that the city lights can cause fears to lighten.
And when alone at twilight, looking up at the sky,
street lights bring you comfort as day turns to nigh. Continue reading Pain
Dance with me please,
or lets talk for awhile.
Cause I like when I’m with you,
when you make me smile.
Continue reading Complicated
Pillows, blankets, and suitcases filled to the brim
stuffed in the trunk of my car as I leave on a whim.
Running away has always been second nature to me,
when life gets too tough, I pack up and flee. Continue reading Fled