these dreams, these dreams
they haunt me
but what do they all mean?
to differentiate between visions and waking life
i feel as though a ghost
unfazed, unhinged
asleep and surreal
mechanically senseless rituals
forgetting my surroundings
banal and strenuous interactions
remembering and wondering
what does it all mean?
i feel as though unravelled
listless and tired
to drift back into them
into the sea of my subconscious
(that floats upon the crashing waves and sways gently with the wind)
of which i pine for
yes, yes, yes,
the tides of my mind
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Monday, October 8, 2012
ode to toronto
oh toronto
how i cry for you
all the city cries tears of blue for you
oh toronto
how sad
the sky shines in brilliance for you
i cry for you
i cry petty tears of darkness
for your years of earnest effort
i cry for your fur coats
and your sharp-right cut-eyed glances
i cry petty tears of darkness
for all your prima donna sluts of highness
oh toronto
i cry for your privilege
your fancy clothes and your make-up
your concerts and your fake stuff
oh toronto
how i cry for you
i just gasp in horror
at your silly little venture
oh toronto
how i cry for you
for your privilege
for your grandeur and your ego
for your delusions that you can't let go
how sad
how terribly sad
it all is
how i cry for you
all the city cries tears of blue for you
oh toronto
how sad
the sky shines in brilliance for you
i cry for you
i cry petty tears of darkness
for your years of earnest effort
i cry for your fur coats
and your sharp-right cut-eyed glances
i cry petty tears of darkness
for all your prima donna sluts of highness
oh toronto
i cry for your privilege
your fancy clothes and your make-up
your concerts and your fake stuff
oh toronto
how i cry for you
i just gasp in horror
at your silly little venture
oh toronto
how i cry for you
for your privilege
for your grandeur and your ego
for your delusions that you can't let go
how sad
how terribly sad
it all is
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
growing up
25 is getting old
i realize i have a been a bad sister
falling in love like a teenager
missed calls, voicemail
i gave you a few months
old man i am not interested
that window of opportunity has been shut closed
young lover you heal me
make me young again
aggressive tender sweetness
perfection
i realize i have a been a bad sister
falling in love like a teenager
missed calls, voicemail
i gave you a few months
old man i am not interested
that window of opportunity has been shut closed
young lover you heal me
make me young again
aggressive tender sweetness
perfection
Friday, January 14, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
new song
i will play this tune on this guitar until this song is finished if it takes years it will be years it will be complete it will be finished when i am completed by some thing some love some earth or i will forget how to play it once everything is settled and said and done and i am young again
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