October 2015

poem-grad school fun

Shawn L. Bird

Writing a paper

Still writing a paper

Tired of the paper

Still writing the paper

Which will end first? It or me?

(UBC-O Grad studies


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True Fantasy

To show her fantasties, will plant a seed in her heart.
To make them come true will capture her heart.

Broken Glass

I pulled the comforters up to my chin and turned to my side to fall asleep. I looked at the large snow globe on my side table. The only things on it were an alarm set for five and a the large snow globe. Inside of it were two skeletons laughing mainiaticaly and the black glitter that snowed down if you upturned it. I reached over and did just that. As the black collected at the top, I twisted the knob at the bottom. I fell into the land of nowhere listening to the annoying tinkling of the musical snow globe.

The next morning I had woken up and the snow globe was still tinkling. I didn’t think much of it, though. Instead, I went to breakfast and out the door to school.

School always seemed such a drag. But today was a good day. And that is because Randy Dowling had asked me to the school dance on Halloween. Totally a dream come true.

After that I went to my locker to get my books. I was so focused on looking at Randy’s beautiful blue eyes, chocolate-brown hair, and white teeth that I almost didn’t notice the broken snow globe on the bottom of my locker. It was large and the glass was broken on the left corner and cracks spread like lighting bolts across the top. Inside was nothing except for at the bottom was black glitter. On closer inspection it turned out to be dust. I shrugged and threw it in the trash wondering why would someone leave it there.

I was the only one home so I got straight to my homework. I was doing my math when the room began to shake. I ducked under the table but the earthquake only lasted a couple of seconds. When I came out from underneath the only thing that had been knocked over was a snow globe.

My mother collected snow globes for all seasons, holidays, events, etc. She loved Halloween. She puts up snow globes all over the house with skeletons and other creepy creatures.

I picked up the broken snow globe. There was some scattered glass but no liquid on the floor. The top of the globe looked exactly like the crack on the one I found in my locker. The little statue was missing as well.

I walked through the house checking to make sure that nothing else had been broken. Which to my surprise, nothing else was.

I walked back to the living room where my home work was. As I entered the door, I saw a shadow slip into the other room adjoining this one.

“Hello,” I called, but no one answered. So, I walked into the adjoining room, but no one was there.

Later that night, no one had spoken a word about the earth quake. Instead they all asked me about my date. (The dance was tonight.)

I was getting ready in my room that night when it happened again. The house began to shake. The walls shook and the floors rumbled. My snow globe crashed to the ground and I heard similar crashes downstairs.

I looked down the steps. All the Halloween globes had fallen to the ground, the crack pattern was the same as the others. My mother, father, and brother were in the living room unharmed staring at the mess. My mother looked up at me and called out, “Don’t worry about us, honey. Just finish getting ready.”

I nodded but got spooked, because I saw a swarm of shadows move into the other room. Wondering if I breathed in something. I was putting in my earing when I heard my door open. I turned around. In the door way was all the monsters from the snow globes.

In front was a Skeleton with a wicked grin. It’s jaw opened. A creaky voice escaped from some where. It said, “Hello.”






After Love

No matter what I do,
it’s not good enough.
Our voices float to the sky in a deafening roar.
Can you feel the ground shake?
Do you see my pain?
Do you feel my anger?
How can you be so blind?
One day I always say.
My feathered wings will spread and fly.
Never again.
The clouds so lite.
My hope so bright.
It still won’t be enough for you.



I will not open.

Locked inside.

You’re kept outside the door.

Alone at home.

Not picking up the phone.

You knocked down my door.

I watched the oak hit the floor.

You swept me off my feet.

Your kisses sweet as sunlight.

Your eyes are as dark as midnight.

I watched us fall apart. You left with my heart.

I locked the door again.

I am still broken.


Below in the deep-sea,

Is a creature of mystery.

Half girl, half-fish.

A mermaid comes to the surface of a new world.

Scales of dignity glitter in the sunlight.

A tail up to her waist.

Hair down to her scaled waist.

A beauty of the ocean.

A creature of only dreams.

Looking at Something I Call Nothing

It doesn’t matter what I do. It seems that no matter what it, I’m just not good enough. I joined the Masons to make a difference, no matter how small. I was thinking it wouldn’t be this hard, though.

And then poof. I’m walking in the woods to get home and I accidently hear familiar voices in the middle of the woods. I headed towards them to see if anyone was in trouble and needed help. But that just wasn’t the case. Before I even saw them, I heard what was really going on.

Of course my desire to do the right thing had jumped in and fuelled me like I was on a full tank of gas. I silently approached the area where the voices were coming from and they came into my sight line. I listened in for a minute, I obviously had no idea what was headed for me next, because I walked right up to them and told them I wanted in.

I could only see one of the guy’s faces because he had stepped right into the moonlight. Venn had threatened me until he was sure I had nothing to lose. Then he gave me a time and a place to be. Told me to be there and disappeared.

I had never done something so stupid in my life. With no idea of what to do, I decided to take some precautions. I went to a pawn shop and bought a gun, then I went to the address I was given.

I was told to go to a forest where the old abandoned log cabin is.

After scouting the area, I took a look inside of the place. When I walked through the door an unpleasant smell greeted me. It smelt like the inside of a closed rotten box that was buried and rotting. When you enter through the door, you walked straight into a den. The coals were still warm and the embers glowed unpleasantly like they were trying to conceal themselves and watch me.

Before I had even left the room, I got cocky and wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings. I heard the door swing open and I had less than a second to hide. Luckily I was near the couch. I dove underneath as those familiar voices were reconized by my ears once again.
At first I could not understand what they were saying, but from the sound and heaviness in the room, I knew it was bad. When they moved closer to me I could hear their voices clearer.

“You really want to cut him in?” said the first voice which I recognized as Gension.

“Of course not,” answered Venn, his voice like a knife. Cold and Metallic.

“Then why?” asked the third voice which I did not recognize.

One of them sighed. “This is why I am the boss. We need a fall guy.”

Their voices faded into the next room. As soon as I was sure they were in another room, I snuck out the way I came in.

Once on the road I had a chance to think. I passed one of the Master Mason’s houses and turned back.

I walked up the steps and looked through the window. What I saw astounded me, in the kitchen was Venn and his little group with the Master Mason.

My heart was beating so loud that I feared they could hear me as I snuck over to the window. There was a slight crack in the window. I pushed it up and listened in on their conversation.

After about a minute I got tiered from squatting, so I took a step back. But I stepped on a twig and it made a loud snap. I didn’t even know if they heard me I just hightailed it out of there.

I went home and thought about all I knew. I was the fall guy. Venn and his group plus the Master Mason were going to hoist a bank. I was the fall guy. The place I was supposed to go to was where I was going to take the fall for it. (How I had no idea.)

A light bulb lit over my head. I formed a plan and eimedatly set to work.

I had a friend who works construction and his team had some extra explosives. I visited his house and convinced him to sell me some. Then I took it to the bank and put some on the back wall where they were going to enter the bank.

The next morning was the day the robbing was going to happen. Instead of going to the shed I went to the building above the bank. For hours I watched the bank my adrenaline keeping me awake. Finally I watched them pull up. A man stood guard at the alley way. I pulled out my phone and called the cops.

Before they realized what happened, the swat teams and police swarmed on top of them.

The rest of my story is pretty boring. I just sort of moved out of there after they spilled everything. And now here I am living in a small town in the middle of nowhere. But it could have been worse.


When a Writer Picks Up His Pencil…….

When a writer picks up his pencil,

he pens down a scene from the movie in his head.

When a poet picks up her pencil,

the sight of beauty is put into words.

When an artist picks up his paintbrush,

the beauty of the world pours onto parchment.

When the writer of a song picks up her pencil,

her feelings flow onto a sheet of music.

When a sketch artist picks up his pencil,

he sees and impresses with his heart and mind.

When a composer picks up his pencil,

the sound of music will soon be clear

When you pick up your pencil……

The Glass Heart

Hanging from her neck.

The chain set in silver.

Her hand closes around the charm.

The glass heart beats between her fingers. 

Given to her by her high school sweet heart,

she wondered if he ever thought of her.

Never had she known someone like him.

Never had she known a truer love.

A sweet smile she has not seen since,

the night they were swept apart by the ocean of different lives.

Now the streets are cold.

But she always feels a little better with the weight of the glass heart under her sweater.






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