Sunday, July 12, 2009

Shir Poetry: My You

I miss the me I was with you
And the version of you that was mine.

I see you now,
A familiar stranger
And you're just not you anymore.

Grown up and far gone,
Our lives have moved on,
Past the we that we were with just us.

Yet when I reflect
On the time that we shared
You're the you that I hold in my heart:
And as time moves forward you stay there,
Never changing,
Always mine-
At least to the me that I was for you too.
That's the you that I miss,
The one that I've saved
My own personal version of you.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Shir Poetry: I'm OK with that

I go to bed alone and I'm OK with that,
Because at least I have a bed to keep me warm.
I greet the day alone but I'm just fine with that,
Because at least I wake up in a stable home.
I don't always have someone to call each moment
And I don't always have a plan for Friday night
So I don't shy away from talk about the weather
Cause it's ok to not have something on your mind.
Everyday above the ground is something special.
With every breathe I take I feel that I'm alive.
And I can say for fact that I'm a decent person
Depsite some scummy ones I've let into my life.
I can look into a mirror and feel pretty.
Without a hint of narcissism in the way,
And when I look back on the paths I took to get here
I don't regret a single step I took to date.
I'd erase the painful memories in storage
If I could save the lessons that I learned from them
I am me because of everyday before this
And I'll be OK with how things turn out in the end.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Shir Poetry: From back in the day...

Here are a few oldies that I wrote back in the day. They're not that challenging, but they sure are fun :)


A never ending party
With a pricey cover fee
A flood of youthful bodies
Not too sure of what to be

Endless shots of vodka
And clubs called 'century'
The biggest stress the frosh face
Is to find good fake ID!

Instant, boundless freedom
New found independence
Means we do our own laundry

A place of 'education'
To be all that we can be?
FUCK THAT! Have a beer!
Cheers, to University!!


When you're feeling stressed out
And need a break from life
When all your problems stab you
Like a dull and rusty knife

When all you need is perking up
A bright red EXIT sign
There's three thing I can think of
To put things back in line

Stress is universal
A nasty wretched hex
And our defense against it

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Shir Poetry: I have a voice

I have a voice that seldom sleeps,
And in my mind it's always speaking thoughts to me.
I wish the world could hear its cries,
Could hear the message that's been building up inside.
They’d seek out truth,
They’d see my dream:
A world devoid of hate,
A world of peace.
Please heed this voice,
Its selfless plea,
A hug for each and every person that you see.
Through child-like eyes
The way is clear
I have a voice I wish that everyone could hear.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Shir Poetry: Untitled

The brightest rays of summer
Mask the darkness of the day
A celebrated death hides in the light.

The passing on of yesterday
Still looms in present time,
An affliction to a joyous age.

The ultimate surrender
Consigns a hollow upper hand
Left abandoned in stalemate eternity.

Disgust bound with obsession
Leads to triumph out of loss,
Concluded as an outcome with no end.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

The Sonnets of William Shakespeare


When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutor`d youth,
Unlearned in the world`s false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue:
On both sides thus is simple truth suppress`d.
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O! love`s best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love loves not to have years told:
Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flatter`d be.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Shir Poetry: Moments

I have these moments stored in my mind.
A small collection of fond memories of mine.

It's in those moments,
Those times alone,
When I would feel the best of feeling,
So... alive.
But in this moment
Called present time
There are no moments such as those
That come to mind.

For now those moments
I see were lies,
And all those moments have now passed-
Life can't rewind.
So here I stand
Corrupt and scaved
Forever burdened with moments from which I'm shamed.
You left me broke but I've still hope
I'll find a feeling for today.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Forever 21

I always knew this time would come. Still, it crept up on me quicker than I anticipated. 21 the age I always wanted to be, and now the age I do not want to give up.

As I enter my 22nd year of life, I find myself overwhelmed by a flood of bittersweet emotions; happy for the future, but sad to leave the past behind. University has been the most amazing experience of my life, the good times were great and even the bad times were good… at least in retrospect. In the last 4 years I learned so much about life, love, and happiness, but I learned the most about myself.

I learned that if there is one person in this world we should be totally honest with it’s ourselves. In order to be happy we must embrace our own truth, accept it for what it is because it’s the one thing that will never fail us.


It’s the most sacred of all bonds. It’s a connection - a mutual agreement - between you and another human being that says, “Hey I really like you…let’s be there for each other.” Sadly, friends aren’t always forever. If you’re lucky you will find one who will stick by you through this crazy journey we call life. Someone who understands who you REALLY are… someone, with only your best interests at heart.


The most complicated, frustrating, painful, wonderful, necessary things in life. There is no emotion that compares to the power and intensity of LOVE. Love if beautiful. It is different for every person and therefore it cannot be defined. All you need is love.

“For those who understand, no explanation is necessary. For those who don’t, no explanation is ever enough.”

Growing through adolescence I experienced love in many forms, reaching the highest of highs, and the lowest of lows. Is it better to have loved and lost than to have never loved before? YES. With luck you will find the one person with whom you want to share your life with, to grow old with, your soulmate. Someone who completes you as a person… a best friend who loves you, unconditionally and irrevocably .


They are an extension of ourselves. Family is forever.

The “teenage rebellion” is an ongoing feud with adult society. A self-fulfilling prophecy, from which we are not given the chance to escape. Most of us don’t want to rebel, we simply desire to experience new things in life. OUR lives. Give us guidance not dictatorship. Once parents stop expecting us to be a certain way and start accepting the way we are, they will have found the key to our world.

Talk to your parents. Tell them your secrets, your fears, your dreams.
Most importantly, tell them you love them. Everyday.


Siblings can be your best friend or the biggest pain in the ass, and yet they are forever important and dear to us. An older one to follow or a younger one to guide… from them we learn what it means to lead, to stand out, to grow, to share. We learn what it means to be unique.

One thing I can always carry with is the fact that I do not regret anything. Shit happens, that’s life. Every experience we experience, every person we meet, every fight we have, every heart we break, every move we make, that’s life. I control my own destiny; you control you’re own destiny.

Growing up is moving forward on a line that will inevitably come to an end. We are given so little time to be happy, sad, excited, to hate, to love, to breathe, to live. You have this one life to live, so don’t waste it.
This is my life and I refuse to.
Forever 21… at heart.