February 2012
1 post
January 2012
1 post
I just won my first fucking punk debate
October 2011
1 post
March 2011
3 posts
Dear Job,
I have spent more time today assigning ratings to the songs on my iTunes then my job search.
However… I am going to read a french novel and watch a french film, as a means of getting my french fluency flowing again. Maybe I can find a bilingual job, or relocate to QC
I want nothing
so much nothing
I have chanced a lot
and I have lost a lot
but it has always been worth it
February 2011
1 post
I feel so lonely,
I just want to have someone here to go to sleep with,
wake up late, and just happily lie in bed.
July 2010
1 post
March 2010
2 posts
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February 2010
5 posts
boy morose
Take my picture, I want to see what you see.
Take my picture, I want to pose for you.
Take my picture, I want to see that I still exist.
Have you ever wondered how much I love you?
I’m dying, and I can’t tell you for fear I’d lose you.
Desire Love Dance
January 2010
2 posts
I felt hate. And I felt fine.
I don’t know if you know How damaged I am.
Like a Hiroshima Shadow, a memory of what I could have been.
July 2009
1 post
I was once given a career’s questionaire in high school,
and the top suggestion it gave to me was midwife.
The weirdest part of it all, is that I’ve suddenly come to realise that I would love to.
June 2009
2 posts
Sing Softly to me, Let me hear your voice crack, Speak through clenched teeth, slur, now whisper, now Scream. Let your body shake, let your lungs break, let your chest burst open for all to see. The Blood and Guts, The Pain and Love, All those bottled up feelings. All the moments lost. Break Down, Crumble, Now Stand Tall.
Love can be likened to being kept in silk bonds,
the soft touch, sexy and sensual,
the pain, playful and passionate.
When close, the Cloth brings comfort,
Apart, It constrains.
I feel its Grip,
It tightens, And I begin to wonder wether it will be Body or Bond That Breaks
October 2008
4 posts
The boy sits clothed on an old wooden chair, typewriter before him, window casting light both on the table, and on the bed beside him. a bed on the floor, half made, with the fine form of a woman, clothed in nothing but boy-cut underwear and a camisole. He’s writing words, he’s not sure he’ll ever give to her. A thank you letter, a love letter It’s a photo in black and...
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Fucking OSAP stress.
Angry right now I know what I’m angry about. I don’t know why I’m angry. Really, it’s nore of a frustration Wanna talk about it, but I haven’t got the words. Let’s just be quietly angry together Let it melt. Find some reason Break the silence Be Optimistic.
July 2008
3 posts
.of Earth.
Obama spoke in Berlin today. His words spoke strongly of tearing down the walls that separate. No longer the walls of concrete and continental devide, but Human. Divides rooted in our ethnicity, religion and class, the very politics of intolerance. He speaks in words of acceptance, embracing all listeners, offering his hand for support It would seem he stirred something there, with monumental...
I have effectively catered my first event. It was a small to do, but I feel good, and my wallet not so empty. I’d do a lot different in retrospect, but all in all I got the job done, and did it to a high standard.
On the morning of every victory though, comes a small defeat. we’ve all got to look back at things and think of how we’d do them differently. we suddenly have time on...
June 2008
8 posts
A million and one little things flying round my brain, A hundred thousand get a second look, I act on two or three. The rest still float around in there, trying to make their way to the front of my mind. So many things forgotten, and so many lost, Trying to screw my head back on, but I forgot where I put the bolts.
Listen
I dreamt of you, my sweet friend. Our finest lines drawn together, every brush was beautiful. You were in white, a stark contrast to your black dress. I was struck by your beauty.
We spoke in terms of familiarity, but our touch was far more intimate. There we spoke, side by side, I hung on your every word, Your breath hung sweet on my breast.
When I woke, I was at peace. I could still feel your...
This hit the spot. Truely a great song.
I’m very cold. I want to get out from under this cloud cover and find a sunny day to relax i I want to find a place where I can work all day, and laze about all night. I want to find warmer waters.
Maybe I’ll just take a bath.
melody day - caribou
The Woods are Waiting
Come into the woods with me, the wolves of the wilderness are far friendlier than those hiding behind masks, here in the city. We’ll shed our civilian skins, Build a cottage on the lake. Sun-bathed summers, Shacked-up white winters, we’ll be our own company. An old radio and a record player, We’ll sing our own lyrics to all the songs, we’ll budget for paint, walls that...
May 2008
6 posts
I’m tired. soo bloody tired of this whole tirade. I can’t stand by, I can’t stand near, Things have changed, I must accept it, I should tell you I love you, but it won’t mean a thing. Nothing is as it appears. Or so I have come to believe.
I am suffering the strange urge to get dressed up, listen to some tunes and get smashed drinking red wine. Not think about anything, not make any plans, just to up an go. I used to that once. Where has the fun gone. Long summer days and warm nights, milling about, with a gang of folk all doing their own thing, but doing it all together. Maybe it didn’t really happen like that, but I like to...
I’m soo bloody sick.
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Davy Jones
I’m struck with a sick feeling deep in my stomach. A physical reaction to self-destructive behaviour. I’m sorry for anything I said in the heat of the moment. I feel like a soul drifting at sea, Awash in the expanse of the ocean, The Devil can’t find me, The Angels don’t want me, And none but the creatures of the deep keep me company.
April 2008
7 posts
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Graceful is her way
I don’t think you’ll ever know. Pigeon-toed and collapsed chest. He’d probably die if your glance graced him. nervous crooked smile, taste of blood from biting his lip. But for a moment, but for a dance, the briefest of skin touching his hands. You could take him home, he’d doing anything for you. Taking the shoes off your sore feet, warming your cold toes. Wrapping your...
Paper Faces
Stuck on a one way trip that’s taking the me out of me. wrapped up in the characters I have created. stuck in the same meaningless friendships that perpetuate the spiralling. it’s not thier fault they don’t know about it. it’s me and I can’t lay blame on anyone besides myself. and the only one that’s going to be able to do something about it is one and the same....
Walking and Talking, It all seemed so friendly, seemed as though no spark could form, but as we said our good-byes, I saw that glimmer of hope. The ever so slightly raised pitch to your voice, the look of delight in your eyes, when I said that I could, that we would get together again, and I left feeling elated. Tea instead of coffee, Lost in my thoughts, all my friends seemed to notice, but took...
Where the heart is.
You and I, we have a rich history. Ups and Downs, the Good, the Bad, the Ugly. There are times you frustrate me, times you amuse me, and times you leave me feeling completely at peace. You hold so much that I hold dear, but so much of me that I dispise. This is why, you and I, we must part ways, not because I dislike you, but because I dislike me. The thing I have become, too readily frightens me,...