i was sitting at the edge of the world
pondering the ocean and how i could fall off the end
time passes, and i thought of you

wide open spaces are how i remember you now
even if memories consist of tight spaces lying naked in your basement bedroom

blue eyes come home to mine
i was told i was the runner but i only ran away to you
blue eyes come home to mine
lets spend hours in wide open spaces
you know we could love forever if once again
your blue eyes saw mine


and in these wide open spaces i love you
in these wide open spaces i begin to wonder
what it could of been like if you wouldve stayed
i can see you and me in theses wide open spaces


and of i go to college when the leaves turn shades of brown
i wonder where you are in these big wide open spaces of mine
and sometimes i think id like to be in these big wide open spaces with you

blue eyes come home to mine
i was told i was the runner but i only ran away to you
blue eyes come home to mine
lets spend hours in wide open spaces
you know we could love forever if once again your blue eyes saw mine
i just want your blue eyes home with mine
blue eyes come home to mine


newfoundland, summer 2010

empty rooms, with walls of mold and smoke
fridges with wine and beer
the halls are littered with empty nights and bottles
work filled days
drunken stumbling nights

we live in a bubble you say
an empty bubble with nothing but liquor soaked emotions
and stress filled minds

please come make something real again
please take me to your single bed and give me something to hold onto
dont mind my craziness, and wine breath
ignore my empty cigarettes packs
and my faded suntan and freckles

i just wanna sleep in nothing
be my warmth
dont let me fade into the bubble

take me out into the world
show me all ive been looking for
remind what ive forgotten ive lost
show me the mountains ive missed
and the grass i used to lie in
rememeber when
i was good at something
that didnt mean sick in the morning

but you saw the faded suntan and the freckles
you saw my empty cigarette packs and tasted my wine breath
so now ill fade back to where youll never find me
in my liquor soaked dreams

You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.

Daddy, I have had to **** you.
You died before I had time--
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,
Ghastly statue with one gray toe
Big as a Frisco seal

And a head in the freakish Atlantic
Where it pours bean green over blue
In the waters off beautiful Nauset.
I used to pray to recover you.
Ach, du.

In the German tongue, in the Polish town
Scraped flat by the roller
Of wars, wars, wars.
But the name of the town is common.
My ****** friend

Says there are a dozen or two.
So I never could tell where you
Put your foot, your root,
I never could talk to you.
The tongue stuck in my jaw.

It stuck in a barb wire snare.
Ich, ich, ich, ich,
I could hardly speak.
I thought every German was you.
And the language obscene

An engine, an engine
Chuffing me off like a Jew.
A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.
I began to talk like a Jew.
I think I may well be a Jew.

The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna
Are not very pure or true.
With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck
And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack
I may be a bit of a Jew.

I have always been scared of you,
With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo.
And your neat mustache
And your Aryan eye, bright blue.
Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You--

Not God but a *******
So black no sky could squeak through.
Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
Brute heart of a brute like you.

You stand at the blackboard, daddy,
In the picture I have of you,
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
But no less a devil for that, no not
Any less the black man who

Bit my pretty red heart in two.
I was ten when they buried you.
At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.

But they pulled me out of the sack,
And they stuck me together with glue.
And then I knew what to do.
I made a model of you,
A man in black with a Meinkampf look

And a love of the rack and the *****.
And I said I do, I do.
So daddy, I'm finally through.
The black telephone's off at the root,
The voices just can't worm through.

If I've killed one man, I've killed two--
The vampire who said he was you
And drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy, you can lie back now.

There's a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagers never liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always knew it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you *******, I'm through.

-sylvia plath 1932 -1963

It's empty I tell you,
How empty?
Really empty
Someone stole it
It must have been a monster
A real monster
Do you know this monster?
Too well
Why did you let him in?
I didn't think he was a monster
Was he handsome?
Very handsome
Do you think he'll return it
Never
How could you trust a monster like that?
He used sweet words
Your a fool!
Anyone would have fallen for the monster's charm
Did he at least some crumbs?
A few
Can you make a whole one out of the crumbs?
Its just not the same
I know, Nothings ever the same as the last cookie

sitting in circles
on broken lawn chairs
and cold steps
these circles were always broken
with missing pieces and broken hearts
held together with nicotine and drunken laughter

the smoke rises and disapears
fragments of friendships ending
the circle of that fades
which was the feeling

the nicotine in our blood
mixed with ***** and beer
we lost the ball again
better go buy a new one
unlimited
everything

night buses mixed with smoke and *****
city lights that gaze down on lonely mornings
the summer never lasts long

our circles fade
the chairs break
the steps get wet
the hearts mend and friendships last
but where does that smoke go

swalow that pill
like you swallow your feelings
fall down the hill
punch the wall
so it hurts as much as your chest
bruise because it feels better
because you can touch the pain that way
ride the rollercoaster down
and down
like its never going to break
and thats all it would take to be
over
and thats all youd want right now
instead of the continous fall
so tell me this
what did i do
whyd you go
when before you said you wanted to kiss me

you told me things you thought would scare me
but it only made me love you more
in the back of my mind, i always knew you werent coming back

those nights ment nothing
when id crawl underneath your sheets
tell me stories of all your travels and the people you have met
you think youve got it rough
with all your pain and anger
you run away to leave it all behind
your not the only one who gets lost sometimes


leaver, wont you stay awhile
we’ve got all the time in the world
just stop in for a while
tell me secrets, hold me closer
run your fingers through my hair
and in the morning when your gone
ive known this heartbreak all along


dont think your the only boy in town
who holds me tight and kisses me sofelty
because ive been caught up in ones like you before
and when you leave i know the pain
and i always remember who loses the most
and it always comes down to me

did you ever think maybe i want to run away to
that your not the only one whos had it bad
take my hand and well scale the skies
but you still think your to lost to be found


leaver, wont stay awhile
we’ve got all the time in the world
just stop in for a while
tell me secrets, hold me closer
run your fingers through my hair
and in the morning when your gone
ive known this heartbreak all along

so get me out of this town before i go crazy

I didn't care for your fancy car. The one you claimed got you all the pretty girls.
I liked the way you drove that fancy car. Grasping at the vibrating stick shift, rocketing forward into the fast lane. My head being whipped around.
i wont give whiplash, you hot mess.
I liked the whiplash. The way you would look at me when you drove a little risky. That look of adventure on my face. I liked the way you drove that fancy car.

I didn't care for your strong tattooed body. The one that made you think you were untouchable.
I liked the way my head fit into the space between your shoulder and chest. That one night you held me closer than you had before.
you don't like to sleep like this. shut-up don't ruin it.

what have you done
to me
take a step back
think
very carefully
id appreciate if
my heart would stop
hysterically
beating in
my chest
id like not
to have
a headache
when i think
of you
i wish
you had
not gotten
to me
who am
i to
you
or is
it just
lust
and
intoxication
take
me back
into your
arms
its getting cold
i need your
warmth
wrap me
around
your finger
please take
me back to your
bed
hold me
please
im
dying.

She’s fire on the run, always looking to find where she belongs
she has a wicked temper, that will burn you to the core
you will try to hold on but only get a piece of her
she looks good beside you and under the covers
but if you look to long, shell be gone




all she wanted was a fighter
someone who cared enough to be mad
so when shes at your door at three in the morning
dont think shell stay long
she just wants to be reminded that shes beautiful
fire on the run, run to me
before you run dry

and when she’s sad ad the fire is gone
thats when she needs it most
but nobody comes
all she wanted was somebody to come and tell her shes beautiful
hold her
so if you find her, tell her shes the fire in your eye
and she means the world to you
dont let her fire go out
she will never recover, if you let her fire go out

dont let it go out
please girl come lie beside me
i will reignighte your deisre
and when you leave in the morning
youll feel better
and i know youll be back again
when you feel your flame start to fade

She's so pretty they say
as she passes them on her way
it's a shame about the way she conducts herself

For so fair she is so dark
for so light she is so sad
for so funny she is so mad

She wont let anyone stop to ask
with her head in the clouds and her mind in gutter
the thoughts are returning as she inhales the tar and nicotine

the walls have started to close in
made her uncomfortable in her own skin
clutching at the unwanted, the hatred
why is it so hard for her to love herself
they ask

she wants to scream
Do you know how hard it is for me to love me
when you spend everyday over the toilet bowl
purging emotions
emptying my body of soul
stopping the hatred
i cannot ingest because of the regret of who i am