men with mileage, men with class

because i lovelove
love,
what i cannot have.

cannibals and wildfires

i feel like i have to detach
myself from you,
before you get
bored of my words
that i spend too long conjuring.

" two shots left. one for you, one for me "

it makes me sad,
because i
wonder who would save that bullet for me.

your heart is three sizes too big.

today,

you've made me smile, laugh, dance down the street.
we've talked, whispered, fought with chairs.
i realized that during those two long years,
where we stopped holding hands, cut off connections,
i felt very blue,
unlike now,
where i feel green, like spring, like the colour of your eyes.
thank you.

today,

i didn't need your help
to break out of my many-layered shell.
but i do hope you'll come tomorrow, because
i'm really hoping for the best for you.

today,

i learned that some people remember me,
like i've wanted to be remembered.

today,

i've realized that it's easier to think of a
my life is great than a my life is awful.

today,

i understand my math homework.

blaaaaame it on the illicit activities.

gathering like sheep,
the pot-smoking booze drinking leaders of tomorrow
celebrating the hell of a ride that is

a well-rounded, structured childhood.

water like glass, leaves on fire

there's nothing I adore more,
than the air in my face,

wind at my back,

as I hurtle down the streets and avenues
of my teaspoon-sized world.

" careful there, look both ways before you cross the road "

streetlit motorcycles

one in the morning,
listening to the cars ripping down empty streets.

sounds like the place to be

zoom zoom zoom

dusty words, sittin' on a shelf.

reading old blogs of mine.
and i'm thinking wow, i used to be able to put together
a decent little verse.
but i'm also remembering how goddamn good i felt,
when your little love notes,
were written for no one but me.

it's a pretty addictive way to feel.

red on white

so, one hundred forty-two years ago,
this little place i like to call
canada was founded.
one hundred forty-two, that deserves one hell
of a birthday.
i say we party.

wednesday's spent alone

it's kinda funny how i'm sitting here,
regretting my silly
little decisions,
yet i'm happy in knowing
that's it's better this way.

better than slapping on my half-assed little mask
of someone who i could only hope to be.