creamy and rich,

bursting with colour,

reds, oranges, pinks and nudes,

but no one mentions the black.


I watch it glide,

Across my lips,

Transforming pink,

To a deep dark black,

I smile a smile,

Belonging to me,

A black lipsticked smile,

Of a boy playing with fire.


Who says lipstick belongs to women?

Men have lips and so do boys,

Women cross dress all the time,

Why can’t we?




Atop Cypress

Atop Cypress,

I feel free,

Reckless and speedy,

More dangerous than I ever will be,

The sun shining above,

The world speeding away,

I am only a beginner,


I feel what the experts feel.


Atop Cypress,

The rain turns to snow,

Winds blowing hard,

A frozen desert in the February Air,

Ice shards falling,

Against the ski-lifts,

As they tumble in their day,

Slower than ever.


Atop Cypress,

And the world below,

Two different worlds,

One without snow,

One without wonder,

And white powder,

One without the speed of an flat Ski.


Atop Cypress,

All of these things are true,

A wonder of a mountain,

Unlike no other,

Come visit the slopes,

Its not far away,

Only in Vancouver,

Located in Canada.


Atop Cypress

-Henri Darkner




Mary Jane- a rejected poem

Mary Jane, is a common name, yes, I know that. But, it apparently was too professional for me (too experienced). Um… what!? It was easy to write, just a bit of fancy wording and things that make sense etc.etc. Though one line says rose, the original version by me, was lavender, though changed it to either provide romance or to add the red colour. This is the rejected poem- no research involved, all mine, creativity.

I miss her,

Of all the people she lingers long,

Longer than the Long Island air,

Or the bustling streets of Beijing,

I have been everywhere and yet I see her,

Standing alone, dressed in red,

Through windows of shops and little French Cafés,

I smell her scent of coffee and rose,

Blending together a harmony I will never experience again,

She reminds me of painful nights alone,

Listening to rain pattering on window panes,

Plit, plat, plit ,plat and it goes on deep into the empty night,

Of when I lost my Suzy Anne,

Or was it Rose, perhaps Mary Anne,

Her name has slipped my mind ,

And yet I will never forget of the girl in red,

A feeling that lingers long,

Oh, how I miss you,

My Mary Jane.


-Henri Darkner


Star Wars is going to continue! Forever! By Disney!


Is this good news? I do not know. Many of us, all thought it was the end when Darth Vader died and Luke lost his hand. Apparently, not.

According to the December issue of Wired,  they plan on releasing a new movie every year, if there are ticket sales. Honestly, if they continue on, what if, all the old fans, lose interest, because there is just too much to watch and learn? We, will see how the world takes Star Wars. I hope, it ends with Episode VII.

Dark Places Under the Rabbit Hole

There is a land far away,

where the willow trees do not sway,

even the rabbits say,

“I’d rather move to Norway”


The land is ruled by the siblings three,

Fair White in the North

wise and kind,

Cunning Red in the South,

sinister and clever,

and Mad Black in the West,

insane as can be.


Slip, slip we all fall down,

the rabbit hole to places unknown,

“Little girl, little girl,why is there a frown?”

“I don’t know, I just fell down!”