Thursday, January 29, 2009

i couldn't predict today, tomorrow, or the future if i tried.

but i do see you in it. may you always be in it.

skies have greyed. life isn't perfect, and neither am i. however, i do like to think i do my best. when my best is not enough, or not appreciated, the skies become turbulent into a storm only you know how to funnel. i will not walk into hurricanes any longer. as much as it pains to leave it (you) behind, i need to walk where i am wanted.

i am a person. not a season.



meet the saviour of my record:



i knew that when i was doing my best, i'd be happy enough. now, i'm just proud of those who have surrounded me with the entire process. the memories, the pain, the insomnia and the lights. everything was worth it. i hope you think so, too.



march madness.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

as you wish.

he's made you blind.
you're better on your own.
i'm just the kind to bring you down.

equalize the pressure, it's all too much.
sex, drugs, and image is just enough to get you by in the real world.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

i miss my fambily.



vacation out. work in.
working.
blood, sweat, and tears.
almost done.

there is no release date yet, mostly because i don't want to be wrong.
pending tracklisting:

untitled album.

emotion sickness
miss you love
dearest helpless
anthem
spawn again
do you feel the same
black tangled heart
open fire
paint pastel princess
steam will rise

this will change. but i thought i'd put something out there.
something to keep your eyes peeled.

something to let you know that yes, i am alive.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

you caught me.



but i'll see you on the flipside.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

the holidays continue.



love.
between fingers,
between layers,
between curled lips and heavy sighs.

paws that remind me of what kept me warm through the winter.
claws that remind me that nothing is perfect.

hospital beds and messages that make my eyes circle beneath the skin.
everything is okay, but a brother is a brother.

i love you. i love each of you. even through woken up grunts. even through inside jokes.

this hole and become whole. an ornament filled with life.

i cave in, and i am alive.
maybe i will write in lists before the year ends.

in the meantime, i will be enjoying life.