I am a Calgary based writer, screenwriter, poet and author.
Writing saved me.
I retreat to my darkness, AGAIN, Hoping this time I’ll stay, hoping this time there’s no rebirth, But I emerge, once more, pulled back into the big machine,
By TJ Decenaabout a year ago in Poets
Stillness within my soul while everything is in motion Innocence to my core, sacred only to my essence Listening inward to my heart's song
Enclosed within is a burning passion I dare not show Could you be another stream of tears; a scar of tomorrow?
By TJ Decena2 years ago in Poets
Eric Bagwell... At least I remember my name. I look around me to see if I lost a limb or two. Only carcasses laid waste around me.
By TJ Decena2 years ago in Fiction
A movie that identified a looming problem, echoing even decades later. Materialism, status, the struggle to grasp self identity and fulfillment is evident in today’s society. A way of escape is still a struggle, trying to navigate against social pressure. Self-destruction is perhaps a predestined liberator of our species.
By TJ Decena2 years ago in Critique
Space Colony Jacobson (Along the Asteroid Belt) In the cockpit, Jackie's stomach grumbles as she struggles to lift a scrap hunk. Around the colony, war remnants scatter, leftovers from the great conflict. Scrappers like Jackie gather these metals, searching for any value. Money is scarce, and hunger grips the solar system's colonies.
Amidst the clanging of weights and pumping steel, In the sacred halls where my self aspirations reveal, Lies my niche, my haven, as I’m drenched in sweat,
A crowd sprawled under the green sky Heaven is tearing apart and stars crashing An exodus commanded by a faceless king
By TJ Decena3 years ago in Poets
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Jayne raked her dirty blonde hair back, as she continued to peek through the window in Hector’s room. She ignored her copper tone skin reflection and studied the world.
By TJ Decena3 years ago in Fiction
You're the peace I yearn Amidst the madness spiral Your gaze brings me warmth
I love fish. Fishes love to swim. I wish I could swim. Mommy says I’m not big enough to swim. Mommy and Daddy took me to see them in the aquarium. Mommy carries me to sit on the special bench. Daddy tells me a secret. He says that the bench is the best seat in the whole Aquarium.
You kiss the blue sky Coronation by the clouds Wished to stand as proud
