tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14703893524543972032024-03-05T05:02:25.412-08:00the southwestblah blah blah bitch bitch bicthsupppppppppphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11229447763153494645noreply@blogger.comBlogger98125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470389352454397203.post-72777154796911337082011-01-13T15:09:00.000-08:002011-01-13T15:12:09.976-08:003 posts one daypoem/song lyrics<br /><br />like the pacific, <br />without any water in it, <br />just bones of boats<br />and rats killing everything<br />the oil didn't,<br />that's how i feel about at least <br />half of these 'friendships'<br />that's why i'm<br />getting restless,<br /><br />so i'll hold your hand if you're <br />getting scared,<br />i just came into some money<br />so if you want to get out of here, <br />just do your hair up tight <br />for the ride, <br />cuz i'll drop the top <br />and we could hit the 401 together<br />tonight.supppppppppphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11229447763153494645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470389352454397203.post-70634524324748442772011-01-12T13:08:00.000-08:002011-01-12T13:24:58.908-08:00gettin' ready to get out<br /><br />the wild cowboys tame the wild horses, <br />yours, mine, us, ours<br />why wonder when you can ride?<br />surrounded at the library<br />with <br />sympathetic thinkers<br />and <br />unsympathetic odors, <br />the horses round' here come in tame<br />ignorant, <br />and leave bucking wild<br />through the mall and down dundas<br />into what they think <br />could be the sunsetsupppppppppphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11229447763153494645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470389352454397203.post-5174440616706021022010-12-30T10:12:00.000-08:002010-12-30T10:13:23.942-08:00Bible BeltHer thighs opened smooth, carved and hard,<br />My fingertips griped them as they would <br />A lid to a casket,<br />Opened<br />A place men go but never come out of<br /><br />The aroma of her cunt danced with the <br />Sweat and the thick humid air,<br />Twinkled like a star through the sheets,<br />The funeral was starting I could hear the music<br />My blood turned to feathers<br />As her grip tore me by my spirit<br />And turned me inside out<br />I took her by suprize,<br />Found her flower and stole the pollen<br />And fucked her in a way<br />She knew she would be<br />Staying fucked. supppppppppphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11229447763153494645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470389352454397203.post-17863841719541268122010-12-23T22:03:00.001-08:002010-12-23T22:10:12.445-08:00VutevaYou got it all wrong, man<br />You only want it because it vanished, <br />It's like... high noon and you're just<br />Walking circles looking for your shadow,<br />Pathetic.<br />Well it will come back just give it <br />Some time,<br />Be patient, and ya so much easier said <br />Then done<br />I know you know I know that,<br />But ain't another option<br />Cuz those veins ain't empty yet<br />And it's not the pain we're worried bout<br />As much as what we'll do if we ever<br />Actually get what we've been<br />Askin' for<br />And realize <br />It's not her as much as her absence that your drawn too,<br />And she's got her own things going <br />And you have your own things going<br />And<br />We got it all wrong, man<br />But if you gotta want something,<br />It mayaswell be her,<br />Anyways.supppppppppphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11229447763153494645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470389352454397203.post-26025764347959957582010-12-22T12:29:00.001-08:002010-12-22T12:29:52.865-08:00born, raisedsupppppppppphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11229447763153494645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470389352454397203.post-78182669185564555962010-12-18T09:28:00.000-08:002010-12-18T09:46:20.409-08:00snow angelthe moon <br />crawled across the sky,<br />a prelude to the suns rise;<br />as it followed close behind,<br />longing to wake and catch your eye<br /><br />...we'll get her next time<br /><br />the way<br />a rose grows it's pedals<br />just to have them<br />fall,<br />i'm writing to say<br />i love you,<br />because you wont pick<br />up my<br />calls.<br /><br />what did I do so wrong?<br /><br />my angel, <br />etched in snow<br />surviving,<br />keeping cold.supppppppppphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11229447763153494645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470389352454397203.post-34959828064024330782010-11-25T16:46:00.004-08:002010-12-20T11:32:10.454-08:00drunk blah blah blah typer <br /><br /> poisoning the well<br /><br />the need has began taking the heart<br />the soul<br />the organs and the spirit.<br /><br />i'm afraid it's gone too far,<br />that there is more poison than water<br />in the well<br /><br />and we are doomed.<br />fate sealed tight <br /><br /><br />the genie is out of the bottle and pounding my<br />chest with a hammer<br />he needs to have his wishes.<br /><br />he wants me to have my wishes,<br /><br />i want my wishes.<br /><br />as the devil sews on wings<br />i sit here in silence<br />wondering if i'm losing it <br />or if it's lost<br /><br />if it's the poison I want or to be<br />poisonedsupppppppppphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11229447763153494645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470389352454397203.post-45775812206561533422010-11-05T03:45:00.002-07:002010-11-15T15:57:41.734-08:00road beersNone of this makes as much sense as I thought it would.<br />I don't know what you're doing<br />What you've been doing,<br />I've made it a point not too.<br /><br />I'm here now, where you are <br />I'm in the quick sand<br />I'm with you<br /><br />Be a little kinder<br />Throw me that branch<br />It's right there<br />You can see it<br />And I can see it too.<br /><br />It's pathetic,<br />Tell everybody,<br />Tell the web designers, make sure the label reps know too.<br /><br />The cats claw,<br />The car alarms,<br />The best bars,<br /><br />Hope everything is awesome. supppppppppphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11229447763153494645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470389352454397203.post-54492102282492055492010-11-05T03:45:00.001-07:002010-11-05T04:05:27.378-07:00Antlers in the SnowI've been spying on the drunks <br />(tonight I'm not one of them)<br />from my <br />living room window.<br /><br />I put the kettle on and <br />wait for it to sing<br /><br />the slurred banter runs from the street<br />into my kitchen <br /><br />I get out my favorite <br />black mug,<br />the one <span style="font-style:italic;">she</span> left behind<br />and squeeze half a lemons juice into<br />the hot Red Tea.<br /><br />National Geographic is on the television<br />at 2:45 am. It's an hour long special on the Moose.<br /><br />I have been sober (and sane) for 4 nights now,<br />while it seems<br />the Moose has for his entire life.<br /><br />I sip the tea, I wait for rest.<br /><br />I've been thinking of you,<br /><br />Just so you know.supppppppppphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11229447763153494645noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470389352454397203.post-53402255854744137712010-11-04T22:34:00.001-07:002010-11-04T22:56:27.163-07:00Christmas 1995I don't remember much of Thunder Bay<br />outside my fathers backyard.<br />He had about 50 acers and<br />We spent most of our time together out there. <br />I guess that's what men and fathers and sons <br />normally do.<br />I was usually fine with it but I was also lazy<br />and brought up with 3 overly cautious women so,<br />it was a change.<br />I <br />remember one morning looking out the guest room window<br />and seeing two bears outside,<br />the larger one was jet black the smaller (still big)<br />was a little lighter and climbing one of the old<br />trees about 30 feet from the window.<br />I could hear the dogs barking.<br />I ran out of the room and down the stairs yelling<br />DAD! DAD!!! there are BEARS outside! <br /><br />BEARS!!!!!!!!<br /><br />He was at the table. He looked at me like <br />for some reason I should have known this was no big deal,<br />that BEARS come on the property all the time.<br /><br />'Drew, we do not yell like that in this house' he said, <br />in a tone I imagine god would use to freeze rain.<br /><br />He said to make sure my boots were dry because we were going <br />Snowshoeing across the lake after breakfast,<br /><br />I never ever wanted to take a step outside the house again.<br /><br />or be in it.supppppppppphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11229447763153494645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470389352454397203.post-10202698548802784172010-11-04T09:27:00.000-07:002010-11-04T09:37:09.856-07:00WednsdayWoke up around 2pm<br />Had toast and <br />Tea<br />For breakfast<br />Turned on the CBC<br />News.<br />Got dressed around 3:30pm-<br />Chose a couple <br />Books off the shelf,<br />A pad of paper,<br />A pen<br />And went down the street<br />To a coffee shop.<br />I wanted it to be less crowded.<br />Finished a cigarette outside,<br />Ordered a strong coffee<br />And sat down.<br />Skimmed the crowd.<br />Hoped I didn't know anyone.<br />Opened one of the books,<br />It got quiet<br />Then a crowd of people trudged in through<br />The door and brushed against my table with<br />Their coats and bags.<br />Glanced at some Wordsworth,<br />Thought I should give Pope some attention,<br />Setteled on Emily D. <br />And spent the next few hours being swept<br />Under the rug like the rest<br />Of the dust.supppppppppphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11229447763153494645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470389352454397203.post-54914970207623733372010-11-03T13:56:00.000-07:002010-11-03T14:06:54.930-07:00Goodnight, againThe morning walked in and slapped me in the face.<br />It was raw and tense and awkward,<br />Kind of like running into an ex lover.<br /><br />The room flooded with light,<br /><br />My eyes opened,<br />There was no turning back,<br />It was a sinking feeling,<br />Like realizing your dog had ran away,<br />Or passing a dead bird.<br /><br />I did not want to be awake.<br /><br />I contemplated sinking back under the covers but <br />The cat was awake now and hungry and purring<br />Loudly <br /><br />I sat on the edge of the bed <br />Wondering what time it was <br />And thinking about breakfast or<br />Lunch,<br />Depending.<br /><br />I tried to remember how I got home,<br />Where I left the car,<br />What I might have said to herrrr<br /><br />Then reality slowly started swimming back to me like a dripping faucet,<br />And suddenly hit like a tidal wave,<br /><br />I began to sweat.<br /><br />I did not want to be awake.<br /><br />It's hard to know which way to run,<br />When the escape becomes<br />What you're trying to escape from.supppppppppphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11229447763153494645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470389352454397203.post-78331014978966241682010-10-29T19:00:00.000-07:002010-10-29T19:01:06.386-07:00I started this blog a year ago today.supppppppppphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11229447763153494645noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470389352454397203.post-67816340797638012642010-10-29T17:08:00.000-07:002010-10-29T17:15:28.215-07:00and as soon as she was here <br />She was gone,<br />My heart appeared, made a special<br />comeback <br /><br />For a second,<br /><br />For a moment.<br /><br />Well, you son of a bitch,<br />Your grip has loosened.<br />You used to be so much stronger but<br />The<br />Distance has been wearing.<br /><br />She was here and then she wasn't,<br />Simple, predictable pattern.<br /><br />They were there now they aren't, who ever they are.<br /><br />Truth is,<br /><br />Friends are rarely friends,<br /><br />Lovers rarely love.<br /><br />The best thing to do is become conditioned to the elements.<br />Don't let that son of a bitch jerk you around in there,<br />Lock him out<br />And give those 'friends' and 'lovers' the key<br /><br />Just to make sure he never gets back in.supppppppppphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11229447763153494645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470389352454397203.post-84078084299920120492010-10-29T00:44:00.000-07:002010-10-29T00:51:55.955-07:00LyricsI've got problems, man<br />I need to borrow some cash,<br />I've got problems, man<br />I need to get out of here fast<br /><br />Now I'm hanging on a cross because I thought my brothers were<br />My brothers,<br />I never thought for the life of me we would have turned like this on<br />Eachother<br /> I feel used and betrayed,<br />Thrown under the train,<br />We left eachother behind but I'm keeping the stage name<br />Because<br />I just need to know a band from here can make it,<br />While we've been trying so hard just to fake it.<br /><br />I've been double crossed,<br />And I wish these walls could talk,<br />Because I still find it hard to believe <br />My best friends turned out to be my greatest enemiessupppppppppphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11229447763153494645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470389352454397203.post-61740641978250645782010-10-25T22:23:00.000-07:002010-10-25T22:25:55.996-07:00We recover like fire<br />While<br />The old souls die<br />Like stalled cars<br />At yellow lights<br /><br />They forgot their power<br /><br />They forgot the fight<br /><br />...<br /><br />Drink upsupppppppppphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11229447763153494645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470389352454397203.post-67659157411216001532010-10-20T13:40:00.000-07:002010-10-20T13:49:43.762-07:00well, <br /><br />the 'love' was really nothing more than <br />a <br />broken trophy. <br /><br />her heart, <br />just kind of a bending <br />branch. <br />reaching, <br />screaming for the <br />ground.<br /><br />C'mon relax, baby.<br />roll back those <br />shoulders<br />and spread<br />those wings. (legs.)<br /><br />while<br />the day and the dream lingers<br />like a thin fog<br />I <br />notice where the sun hits <br />and <br />where it doesn't ,<br />handing out shadows like gifts<br />and giving us our<br />shady figures,<br /><br />it's beginning to feel like a <br />holiday. - maybe.<br />the neon <br />open signs down richmond<br />shine, <br />guiding stars<br />fighting through<br />the thin<br />lingering fog.<br /><br />your eyes are open <br />and you know that<br />stop ignoring it<br />embrace it. <br /><br />stop running away, <br />you runaway. <br /><br />the fires been started, <br />now listen to the dogs fight.supppppppppphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11229447763153494645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470389352454397203.post-48439306655352103772010-10-20T13:38:00.000-07:002010-10-20T13:40:47.257-07:00i'm being played like a harp <br />by a group <br />of thieves,<br />with<br />one hand on <br />my wallet <br />and the other<br />pulling the <br />strings.supppppppppphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11229447763153494645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470389352454397203.post-20467809864608584862010-10-16T20:45:00.001-07:002010-10-16T20:45:44.430-07:00i think i want to be in love with yousupppppppppphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11229447763153494645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470389352454397203.post-63321691512808059352010-10-14T12:17:00.000-07:002010-10-14T12:28:31.759-07:00I confused the bar lights for halos.<br />They made a bitch look like an angel,<br />She really knew how to <br />Play all the angles. <br /><br />She had a laugh that cracked like a fire.<br /><br />My arm is broken.<br /><br />I'm 24.<br /><br />I'm usually waiting.<br /><br />Always waiting.<br /><br />Never committing,<br /><br />Never deciding,<br /><br />Telling you and myself not to care.<br /><br />Change? For suckers. Trying? Suckers.<br /><br />Suckers.<br /><br />All of them.<br />One day she'll send me back to god,<br />And maybe he can tell me what I want. <br /><br />But for now I'll wait with the devil and the drinks <br />And let myself get confussed and blame it<br />All on the lighting.supppppppppphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11229447763153494645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470389352454397203.post-74202889239902900452010-10-12T15:46:00.000-07:002010-10-12T15:56:15.994-07:00Caarver<br />Digs at your heart like a pick axe.<br />No afternoons should be spent with red wine and a pick axe.<br />No,<br />Not in this state atleast. <br />Carver you gloomy bastard.<br />No,<br />Fante,<br />John is the way to go.<br />No nothing fits better<br />With the sun struggling to fill the pages<br />Through the slits in the blinds at 2:30 <br />(third glass of..)<br />Then that son of a bitch<br />Bandini.<br />Bukouski just makes you want to<br />Quit and fight <br />But<br />Fante,<br />Bandini,<br />Allows the day to swim by<br />Like a dream.<br />And when you wake up,<br />Still broke<br />Still broken<br />Still here,<br />Your heart is still in tact, <br />And your face isn't busted,<br />And sure you may have to go out for more wine<br />But<br />At least you made it through Tuesday.<br />For some reason.supppppppppphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11229447763153494645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470389352454397203.post-30197957062212016672010-10-12T15:42:00.000-07:002010-10-12T15:45:49.158-07:00Will you get these prayers?<br />I made them weak for you<br />So they can<br />Bend around the clouds.<br />Like smoke from a cigarette,<br />Let the smell soak into your clothes<br />And take them with you.<br />Take me with you,<br />Before I start to stain <br />These walls.<br />Before the bottle runs out<br />And<br />Everything <br />Starts catching back<br />Up<br />To<br />Me.supppppppppphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11229447763153494645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470389352454397203.post-63618661286419272852010-10-12T00:28:00.000-07:002010-10-12T00:32:31.964-07:00Drunk yada yada yada typewriter <br /><br /><br />hello television <br />my glowing, one sided friend.<br />you can talk and talk and tell <br />me all about your stories <br />and characters,<br />but you won't give me a cigarette,<br />and you won't buy me a drink,<br />and even though I'm quite <br />content on listening and not talking,<br />I really want that drink.supppppppppphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11229447763153494645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470389352454397203.post-20803376578556831432010-10-11T23:52:00.000-07:002010-10-11T23:56:50.021-07:00Drunk things from my blah blah blah blah<br /><br /><br />a breath between sentences <br />fluttering like a hummingbirds wings<br />beautiful,<br />but<br /> in the way I can tell<br />it's not the real thing.<br />kind of like that space <br />between the glass in the <br />frame and the <br />paintingsupppppppppphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11229447763153494645noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1470389352454397203.post-48363529141834951912010-10-11T23:39:00.000-07:002010-10-11T23:50:28.524-07:00Drunk things from my typewriter, from whenever ago<br /><br />it has nothing to do with her<br />or my interest with her<br />or, more importantly my<br />interest with anyone else<br />it's just not in me,<br />my soul<br />left me for something else years <br />ago, probably<br />on a dog walk<br />or with my first girlfriend<br />or before my mom met that fat lunatic <br />or when my own father left me for a<br />another life beter then this.<br />innocence is given to you,<br />and others take it away-<br />it's never lost, someone steals it<br />and once it's gone you think you can steal <br />someones to get it back but you can't,<br />you just push yours further away<br />some silly fucked up cycle<br />that never gets better..<br /><br />you can only see it in others<br />when you don't have it yourselfsupppppppppphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11229447763153494645noreply@blogger.com0