February 2012
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Amber waves of beer flow past tongue and cheek into esophagus and eventually to the stomach an empty pit, eating itself because of lack of food. The cold air pushes through the bar as patrons come and go for cigarettes, for lovers, for whatever. The actual bar isn’t interesting at all it’s shellacked wood, plastered with stickers full of scuff marks and scratches is dull and ordinary...
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You did what you had to do and I can’t be mad at you it just doesn’t make it hurt any less. And I’m just such a mess, I’d rather drink myself to death and you’re probably somewhere doing the same. It’s just that you were the first person that I liked in a long time and I’m not gonna come back from this one easily. I’m so forgiving it hurts and...
January 2012
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I can promise you that sometimes I’ll get sad, I can promise you that sometimes I might get mad I can promise you that things will be hard and things might get bad so I won’t apologize if any of that happens because that’s normal and you can’t say I didn’t warn you I’m not in love with you but I could be if you wanted me to. I don’t know where this is...
I Dreamt of the Ocean
I dreamt of the ocean, but I did not get to swim. It’s vast nothingness full of everything danced and swayed before my eyes kissing the shoreline like a lover trying to say goodbye but one that can never really leave.
I dreamt of the ocean beneath grey blue clouds the crests of the waves as white as the hair on my grandmother’s head and the blue of the waves as blue as my...
Sometimes we realize things are over, or ending, far before they do. A good book, your favorite movie, that short relationship with that person you just swore you could have made it work with, the one you really thought you had a chance with. It doesn’t make it any easier when it’s actually over, we’re still a little surprised although we had almost lackadaisically awaited the...
Something for the Train Ride
There is a man who lives in the woods, whose smoke from his fire billows out past the tallest trees, whose laugh rattles the leaves. When this man cries, the skies pour rain. In his angriest moments the forest booms with thunder and lightening shatters the stark dark night sky. He can grant wishes and forgive sins. He does not call these sins or wishes, but situations, circumstances, and the...
December 2011
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My love,
You’ll never understand the fire in which I burn for you. Hours of my day are spent day dreaming of what could be, if it weren’t so that you were many miles away. Only an ocean we have to cross. And you told me, anyone would love a soft written love letter, as long as it was signed by me. I do not understand the powers you believe me to posses, with simple, sensual words....
November 2011
2 posts
Was walking away the best thing to do? I ask myself every day, and I always wonder about you. There’s a hundred letters that I never sent I must have cried a thousand tears alone in this bed. The other morning walking there were three shadows following me it must’ve been who I was who I’ve become and who I’ll be. I’m not worried about who I’ll be it’s who...
October 2011
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The form an hour glass, the figure a female. Straight and narrow, the form, a male. From a lung she was made, so they both came from clay. But clay you can mold into what you want tall and thin short and round it’s all the same. To be beautiful you must be thin, they say. Every girl should wear a dress and slave over a stove obeying a man until she gets old. But times have changed, and they say we...
Foggy Day
The clouds hung low in the city. Not just for the morning but well into the afternoon. The tallest buildings disappeared behind a thick, wet mass. The city was in the sky. Isn’t that what we always dreamed of as kids? To touch the sky? To fly on a cloud. As we grew older we realized this notion was completely the opposite of what we really wanted. We wanted to hit the ground...
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There is a man who lives in the woods, whose smoke from his fire billows out past the tallest trees, whose laugh rattles the leaves. When this man cries, the skies pour rain. In his angriest moments the forest booms with thunder and lightening shatters the stark dark night sky. He can grant wishes and forgive sins. He does not call these sins or wishes, but situations, circumstances, and the...
If you died tomorrow I would lift up your body and ask that someone come take your soul. And if you died tomorrow I’d bury your teeth and after I would burn all your bones.
If you died tomorrow I’d write you a love song and sing it until my dying breath. But if you died tomorrow well you’d never hear that love song but at least I’d have gotten it off my chest.
If you died...
September 2011
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July 2011
2 posts
I drink at least eight cups of coffee a day it’s all that I can do to stay away working 50 hours a week but hardly getting paid spending my weekends trying to get laid. Baby sharks don’t have it glamorous and Rochester is always raining on us it’s time for those hot hot summer nights with everything we need to feel all right. In the mornings I serve coffee to rich jerks at night...
June 2011
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He suited up and went to war to die for his country he told his love to meet him one last time by the peach tree. She didn’t come, she left him there all alone before he left he looked down to find a note it said “Love, I’m gonna miss you, but I wish I never met you.” He went to war but he didn’t die for his country his love was with another guy beneath the peach tree...
Do you remember your vows word for word? Were they well rehearsed? Do you ever remember hers? Or were they words too hard to afford? It seems you’ve both forgotten what you meant when you said them this is all just conjecture I am just an outsider. Those words you spend on me are they not what she deserves? And that shiny wedding ring is the only thing to make you unsure. The times...
May 2011
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It was the St. Lawrence River by which we were sitting and we threw pennies in and we were wishing and I never told you that I wished for you or that I bit off way more than I could chew And now I sing songs about you that say you are the devil but I am no better, I’m no less evil There are these rivers in my life that I used to spend a lot of time by and I just don’t feel like I can...
I remind myself every single day, that I did everything that I could. I remind myself every single day, that I am right, I am right, and I am good. I follow the rules, and try not to take too much for granted. I do what I do and deal with every card that I am handed, with a smile, wink, and a nod, even when things get bad. A smile, wink, and a nod, even when I am sad. And it’s hard to admit...
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April 2011
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The skies are grey and the sidewalks are muddy the last bits of snow and ice cling to the corners of the streets and hide beneath porches. The city is full of garbage that was once hidden by snow glass glistens and litters the streets, broken beer bottles, cigarette butts, bags of fast gone fast food the drunks of Rochester have left behind. Spring cleaning isn’t about the dust in our houses...
March 2011
3 posts
The coffee was hotter than she expected, she almost spit out the gentle sip she took. Hot liquids were never her thing. No, her thing was always iced, “on the rocks” if you will. Her name was Angie, something short for Angelina, but nothing close to Angel.
Angie was trying to drink her coffee as fast as she could tie her boots. She’s made this escape before, the morning after escape. “I’ll...
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This handsome Londonite is chock full of talent and words. He’s taken the time to show you what he’s working with, now all you crazy cats should take the time to pick up what he’s putting down.
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February 2011
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Watch Baby Shark-Hammer Punch
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January 2011
3 posts
We step in dog piss every day, we only realize it when there’s snow on the ground. So many people in the neighborhood were dog owners, maybe they’re all incredibly lonely, single, 20 something year olds who haven’t found the right person to move in with, so they take up owning a dog.
Neil was more of a cat person. Dogs barked, needed to be let outside, needed to be taken for...
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Ghostly International has officially added Com Truise to the family. Cyanide Sister reissue is due out January 25th. “Cyanide Sisters’ beauty lies somewhere between IDM, ’80s synth-pop, Factory Records, classic Italo disco synthesizers, and glitch electronica….”
I’m so proud of my brother. Please, if you enjoy my writing, take the time to listen to my...
New year’s resolution, it’s time for a change, time to get in shape, to rearrange to throw away all the pictures I shouldn’t save stop wishing well to all the friends who wouldn’t do the same there’s equal effort in a friendship and there’s no since in bending backward for the people who wouldn’t even bend forwards and tie your shoe if you asked them too.
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December 2010
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For Christmas this year I’d like to sleep forever always dreaming dreams.
To touch you, would be a crime, of pure passion, which we can’t pay the price.
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Baby Shark-Blowfish (rough version)
You took me to the lake but I wanted the ocean. You took me to the hill but I wanted a mountain. I took my clothes off but I never wanted war You took your clothes off, oh you’re the one that I adore. The sun sets and moon rises a forest at night is full of surprises our bodies said words our mouths couldn’t afford this was more than we could ever afford, more than we bargained for.
November 2010
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paradoxolojest asked: because i really love your writing style and subject matter and i also like to support online writing blogs because people read/write way too little on the internet. i'm also really glad yer writing blog has as so many followers (mine sure doesn't =P), it certainly deserves it.
also because you do uke jamz and sing pretty <3
also because you do uke jamz and sing pretty <3
Ate too much turkey Thanksgiving, excuse to eat not a holiday,
love it anyway time with lovers and family come eat your heart out.
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I carry your ghost with me around this city you are not your ghost.
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I live in Rochester, NY.
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“Smile,” he would say and I always would for you, Minneapolis.
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We are never numb, we just pretend that we are feelings are feelings.
Anonymous asked: Do you think you could write a story about a strong "girl" who tried to be numb about anything and everything?
Silence, is as cold as steel in the dark winter who called it golden?
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Someone said your name for a moment my heart sank we no longer speak.