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Never Date A Realist

June 10, 2010

Never date a realist, he’ll explain everything.  He’ll rationalize things you have done to him, or things you never did for him.  He’ll explain you think too much and that the emotions you feel are ridiculous, a chemical imbalance at best.  He’ll complain he was away for a week and you called him too much.  His blunt eyed glare and lack of compassion show how he really feels; nothing.

He’ll describe times when you helped him work on his car.  It was his car, the one he spent almost everything to have.  All his friends would come to help, and stare in jealousy at the car that will never talk, and never leave the lot.  He’ll complain you drink too much when you’re out together and that you shouldn’t take drugs.  He’ll be angry when the taxi offers to drive you home for free because you were standing in the middle of the street.  He’ll explain you’re not being safe and offer personal experience and hundreds of ‘real’ tails to make you feel he’s right.  He’ll describe that you never helped him when he asked, and that when you wanted comfort he needed reliability.

He’ll continue this rant on what you did to him, how he lied awake at night suspecting the worst.  You were just at your friends having a few drinks, or so he thought.  He never told you he was worried, you didn’t think he cared.  So you did what you wanted. He’ll harass you to tell him something you did wrong, when you know you have nothing left to say.

He’ll tell you no one is to blame, and demand you forgive or forget.  You won’t be able to hold onto him because you know he can’t hold on to you.  He’ll reason that no one is at fault and that this mutual decision is best for the two of you. He’ll use words like ‘we’ and ‘us’ when you know you prefer ‘me’ and ‘him’.

He will never let you be an individual; he will never feel the same way you do.  He will never understand what you did.  To him your explanation doesn’t add up or doesn’t make sense, but this is your reality.  You knew you had too because when you sat there telling him you wouldn’t, in your heart you knew that you would.

You’ll sit alone on your bed where you made love countless times, and you won’t drink or do drugs but sit.  And this whole time you will sit not in sorrow or in regret; instead, you will rationalize why this was all for the best.

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Insomniac Insomnia

April 18, 2010

Face down I struggle to breathe

Free falling just to appease

Burning flesh such a lie

Turn baby, start to cry

Shock locked thoughts within my skull

Really nothing left to mull

Irony decapitate me please

I am already down on my knees

Crouching under this table hidden

Punctured souls are strictly forbidden

Two Entwined forever fails

Tattered images can only trail

Scars in my veins

Scars on my brain

Take a walk to the village bellow

Follow behind we wont go to low

Minds bleed

Sparks Impede

We can only ever hope to be freed

Placid whispers and words of affection filled of lies

No longer to follow the same direction we die

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Vancouver 2010?

February 13, 2010
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Just because they knew Your Name, doesn’t Mean they knew from Where You Came…

January 18, 2010

At one point in my life I truly believed my life would make a difference.  The shattered ideology is not so much a dream destroyed, yet a mature realization that the scale of said change would me much more minute than ever thought before.

I guess ignorance leads one to believe their influence will be profound, effecting lives around them and ultimately giving them a sense of not only purpose, but pride.

I can only conclude that perhaps we should stop searching for this ‘All mighty-divininity’ we believe is within us.   Our intuition that we will change the world or  change the lives of people around us is somewhat eccentric.  I have discovered that we should be much more selfish.

Focus on the ‘profound’ differences and changes you can make in your own life.  With the knowledge that the only person you can truly ever guarantee on is yourself, I think it’s important to always look out for number one- you.

I sincerely believe that when we begin to focus on our own lives, our own perceptions and our own successes, is when one can truly find purpose.  It is only with this understanding we begin to affect the lives of people around us.  When your own accomplishments mean more to you than anyone else is when you begin to see yourself precipitate in others .

This is as close we will ever get to achieve our egotistical beliefs that we were ‘different’ or that we were ‘important’.  Because really…. We will only ever believe that about ourselves.

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Happy New Year

January 1, 2010

For me, New Years Eve used to bring a compilation of emotions, but truth be told it was usually sadness.  Fear that another year has passed yet I was still the same.  I questioned if I was playing this game of life right.  Most often doubting that I was.  In these moments I focused mainly on the negative, refusing to see any form of light or any sense of good.

This year, I forced myself to be happy, excited and proud for the year to come.  I no longer saw the New Year as a reminder of everything I was doing wrong but as an opportunity to see all that I had done right.

As the crystal ball began its decent, I reflected on the year.  With gratitude, I was able to be thankful and humble for everything I had at this point in my life.  Feelings and  worries of not having enough vanished.   It is with this trust I have in myself that I know no matter what I will make it work.

The world no longer controls my interpretation of happiness. I have gleamed alternatively that I am the only one who controls my perspective in this world.   It is with this acceptance I take responsibility for my own happiness and ask myself, “Why not?”

Happy New Years and I hope you all have an amazing 2010!

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Plank?

December 29, 2009

Scanning grocery items gets old fast.  Michelle and I, at work, discuss the usual nonsense; she, detailing her drunken rage in hull the night before.

We start talking about sleepovers in roommates rooms.  I ask her why she doesn’t have more of them, as I love sleeping in anyone’s bed but my own.  Michelle explains that she past out in one of her roommates rooms inebriated one evening at the beginning of the year.  She wakes up to splinters of wood all over her and her roommate’s bed.

“My roommate was so pissed, apparently I fell asleep on a plank of wood,”

Clearly destroying said plank in her drunken sleep.

Amusing, I think so….

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Empire State of….Toronto?

December 14, 2009

Could we really expect Toronto to NOT remake this song?

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Home

December 5, 2009

Not Everyone Will Like This…

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Mike Bruno

November 8, 2009

New Brunswick, Jersey native , Mike Bruno releases first full length album, available now on itunes.

 

 

 

 

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Writing

November 1, 2009

Jon n Yoko

Writing for me has always been somewhat of a difficult task.  I suppose not so much the writing part but just finishing the original idea I started.  On my Mac, I have two folders for my writing,

1) Those that are completed

and 2) Those in progress.

Needless to say my in progress folder probably has 200 word documents with really inaccurate file names like, ‘tea time’, ‘Starbucks’ or ‘Fucked Dreams’.  When I go back and look through them I understand the original idea but some how end up getting lost in the mess of words that fell there after.

Sometimes I feel it necessary to actually open some and attempt to finish them; yet I always feel as though I’m rushing it.  I never feel like the golden idea has dropped and in turn it seems as though I’m faking it in a way.

I think its funny because this document will most definitely go in the ‘in progress’ folder.  Never to see the light of day -for at least 6 months.

Tonight I post this and it literally has been 6 months.

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