Monday, March 21, 2011


A foot falls faster now
like the prow
of an approaching vessel

A heart beats frailer now
in the chest
of a dying people

Those that will not bow, now
to their demanding mistress
their defiance is

what we all want
but fear the most
They will fall, now
In the path
Of that unending host

And wear a shroud of scorn, now
While they burn
On the pyre of progress


Welcome to denial
think what you want
but we know that it’s final
it’s too late
‘the world hates me so I’ll hate it back’
you say
but your rage cannot save you
it’s too late
‘I’ll quit my bad habits’
but your disease couldn’t give two shits
it’s too late
‘there’s nothing I can do but waste away.’
‘I’m resigned to my fate’
‘there’s no use in hate’
it’s too late.


     As you walk by the house with pale yellow siding, you know that a young girl lies dying. She may be breathing her final gasping, choking breath; but there’s nothing you can do to help, so keep walking, keep your hopes up that something might happen so you can tell yourself what you’re doing is because you’re a selfless individual. But everyone knows that you do it so you can find sleep at night, to hide from the terrible things you’ve done. The atrocities you’ve committed that follow you so tenaciously that you can’t even find peace inside your own mind. May you sleep forever.

Monday, March 14, 2011

This might be the coolest thing I have ever seen


A series of shots
ring out
freed from their cage
to find a new one
in quickly cooling flesh
the flash fades
and pain remains
not for long
and you're not long for this world
let me know if there's anything after this
or if it's just a dark abyss

mes rêves, dérangés

where once I could find
Refuge in deep sleep,
In the unexplored caverns of my mind
I've come to find that you've begun to keep
An unending vigil
No escape to be found for me
I can only kill the time until
I cease to be
For even in my dreams
It seems
Your spiteful ways
And your icy gaze
Hold me captive


All I feel is pain
Being cut against the grain
Torn between the two
Of you
is there nothing good?
We are food
for those who come after
eating our health
taking our wealth
selling this cheap laughter
for what is truly ours?
Nothing but the stars
that we will return to
when our sun is through

I am

I am a blank board
Slightly bored
Impress upon me what you will
Feel free to erase
What you think is swill

I am a hollow shell
Living? in this hell
There's nothing you can do to quell
This emptiness

I am singing
So loud
To hide my thoughts
They scare me more than you

Am I
A product of my environment?
I don't observe Lent
And I'm not hell-bent
On Heaven
a bit cliche

Thursday, March 10, 2011


I killed myself in the winter
left no hints
for those prying eyes
the day so cold
our thoughts just froze
only the immolation
of my cremation
could thaw
people questioned
their time
invested in me

am i better off
scoffing from under your feet
i'll follow you to the ends of your room
no more
why so boring?
I'm dead, ashes in the shed
too early to wed

New blog

This blog is where i'll be putting my daily musings, i think there's too many topics for me to keep them all on Hate, Love, People. So check this out

Freelance Whales-Weathervanes Review

This is a song by song review of the Freelances Whales' album Weathervanes. For those of you who haven't heard of them, FW are an interesting fresh indie band and you should check them out.
Generator First Floor- Slow song to open the album, one of my favorites, nice banjo/guitar combo 10/10
Hannah-this is a happy song with a cool synthesizer melody behind the singing 8/10
Location- I like the breathy singing for this one, and while the lyrics may be a bit nonsensical the images they create are quite vivid 8/10
Channels- a soothing instrumental track with a very airy feel 7/10
Starring- This is also a song with quite a happy melody, one that you'll be humming until it drives you crazy! 9/10
I'll finish this review when i have more time, but until then you should definitely have a listen

Wednesday, March 9, 2011


I have never known heartache
the depths of that which you've
wrought in me
the thought that i might break
or simply cease to be
but for me it is far past time
for a simple apology
wash away the grime
theres nothing left to see
truth is, it's self made
hand me a spade
i've no more use for this shred
of myself
for it will soon be dead

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

The Beatles

What is it about the music of the Beatles that has held generations enraptured? The songs written by Lennon, McCartney, Harrison, and Starr have failed to fall to the wayside like so many others from that same time. They wrote everything from bubble gum pop to heavy metal a la Helter Skelter, hitting almost every other genre in between, and they still managed to hold on to a massive fan base. That's something that would spell SUICIDE in big  glowing letters for almost any modern band, while for them it was merely viewed as finding a voice. People argue that it worked because the Beatles were the first really big band around the world, but I think its because they had something special. Feel free to expose me to your opinion on this topic, because I'm not sure i know the answer to this question.

Variations on a Rusted Wheel

as the urgency in his voice rises
he reprises
back to all that he had done there
begging the question
"why are we here?"
but he's done 
the wonder's gone
from his thoughts
as a child
it's become mild
a thin memory in a foggy mirror
all he has left of a better time

Should the ruler thirst around the humane refund?