Thursday, 31 May 2012

lace web

inside the mind of every beautiful woman
lies the foreign land of beautifully 
undisturbed lace-webbed thoughts

back home

you brought back that positive perspective back with you
back home to me, when i needed you and it, the most

Wednesday, 30 May 2012


Travel lust: Croatia
Travel lust: Croatia
Travel lust: Croatia
my cousin is currently in Croatia
it's officially made my bucket list

Tuesday, 29 May 2012


this song has ruined me
i hope it'll ruin you too


looks like ducks aren't going to be the only ones living in our backyard..

Monday, 28 May 2012

you weren't you

last night i dreamed you & your hair came home
absolutely crazy
thought i was somewhere i was not
i had to breathe the oxygen out of a bottle of water
and we never did end up finding Claire
about right, 

Thursday, 24 May 2012

seven weeks

From today, life in Saskatchewan will be a lot more convenient.


complications due to things that you've left undone sweetheart
unnecessary, crippling complications
i'm so scared for you

little hell

last night chloe and nik flawlessly played this in the broadway theatre in front of CBC cameras and a crowd of four hundred 
i haven't cried out of pure joy like that in a very long time
i can't wait for this little hell to pass through

Tuesday, 22 May 2012

awesome. yeah.

well, it's a good fucking thing exactly what i fucking knew would happen fucking happened
it has been an amaaazing fucking week so far
thanks for being that fucking happy wax cherry to fucking top it off
this miserable weather has got my cold hands wanting your warm chest

i need more friends from different countries

(preferably very south, and a bit east)

Friday, 18 May 2012

if if if

she reminds me of you
aside from her being far more attractive
i suppose i wouldn`t trust my man in her presence either..

Wednesday, 16 May 2012


tonight as i spent my parents twenty fifth anniversary alone with my mother watching old wedding tapes on VCR, i developed a new found respect for the concept of time
with time, their palpable, unconditional love, has only blossomed
and although cliche, the twenty-three red and two white roses brought tears to both our eyes
i cannot wait to soon hang them to dry, preserving the beautiful skeletons as life slowly leaves them
but not too soon 

Virginia Woolf, The Waves


nothing seems to give me any relief

Saturday, 12 May 2012

what's with the eyes in the back of the room?

It's not because I always hold on
It might be I always hold out.
It's not because I always look down
It might be I always look out
It's not because I always give up
It might be I always give out

Thursday, 10 May 2012

a thank you

to my musically-snobbish friend
i'm now absolutely in love

either/or :

either i myself have drawn out too many lines
or you just enjoy crossing lines when you happen upon them

Tuesday, 8 May 2012

Monday, 7 May 2012

that late, rainy, beautiful May evening

a thank you to my beautiful friend
for blessing me with an image 
of the exact words i was after


you've left your mark on me
in more ways than one
well, at least now we're matching

Thursday, 3 May 2012


human nature

By nature, we do not perceive ourselves or others accurately. We magnify the importance of ourselves and diminish that of others. In the beauty of a clear night, however, we look at the stars and feel ourselves small, unimportant, and at peace. On an objective scale, we sense our insignificance. Somehow the realization comforts us. The return of the illusion hurts us, takes our peace away, allows us to magnify slights, rejections, and humiliations as others challenge the illusion of our self-importance with theirs. It is in our human nature that this be so; it is our task to transcend it.
Barry Grosskopf,  Hidden in Plain Sight 

Wednesday, 2 May 2012


was that really necessary?


you make ridiculous faces when ever you can
you jump at any opportunity to act half your age
you purposely make yourself as unattractive as possible
you try with all your might, to get on my last nerve frequently
and yet, i'm always going to have a soft spot for you
i'm never going to be able to be dishonest with you
i won't ever forget you, and our ridiculous experiences
rich with the foolishness of our uncanny youth