you may not have been trying, but you ruined all i knew at that time.

anyways here i am again, any of you who know my facebook go check out the vids GET A KITTY, and power up. lol 95.1 fm has nothing on THIS rambling dave.

hello day dream,

sorry day dream apparently i shouldn't have a love affair with you, apparently the world wants me to put in my two cents... meh screw the world, what have they ever done for me, they shut me down when they want to, they put me down to raise them up, they don't want my pennies they just want me to look a fool, everything works out well in my day dreams, women don't cheat on you, everything works out fine, heck you might even be driving a new car, but hey that's just a day dream, what do i actually know, not much, but everything in my day dreams, everything i make is absolute fact a world unto me and my own, it's just a dream but it's real, not really, it hurts that it cant just be real.

he who says so be it

i don't mean to be mean but sometimes that's just how i come across, so here goes, if you think me mean so be it, i do still care, i don't care if you like me or not, i don't care to see you get hurt, is it to much to ask to see a friend, or talk to one another, no i don't care that you didn't say hi, i don't care that you talk to starla, just pointing it out didn't mean for it to sound like i was hurt cause i'm not, and i do try to talk to you now and then, but all i get is the regular i'm good, what's new oh i'm busy, same ol same ol, so be it, oh and i just realized, if your dad had taken that job here i'd be workin for your dad, it was my store that needed the new manager. but past is past so be it, anyways i'm gone

romantics death

so it would seem i have two new poems for anyone who wants them tonight, i think both points are stated in them, so i think i'll just blather on for a bit, once again my room is freakin cold, i think jeff should move here to nipawin and we'd work at the coop and cause mass destruction throughout the town, you, the fat kid in toronto, i dislike you. brennon this goes for you even though you probably won't read it, i put some of your hurt into here.
I don’t have the rite to tell you what to do, i don’t even have the gall, i want to help you make it through cause it hurts me when you fall, when you scrape the bottom of the barrel, rock bottomless soul i wish i was still with you, to feel you made me whole. You tossed me aside not ready for me, you made me hurt but not, cause i shut it all out, i miss you, but i shut it all out so not. I didn’t show really how you hurt me, i didn’t show just how deep you had cut. I don’t think that i could stand you now but always i’ll love you, but, you moved onto another so miss me, you moved on to another mans stead, you moved onto another mans shoulder you chose him over me just instead. So i’ll just tell you now please be careful, beware of the other mans bed cause in it you’ll still be lonely and inside your soul you’ll be dead. Out of spite, out of hatred, out of lust, out of control, you’re out of things next goes your soul cause that’s all he wants and you know it, that’s all he wants in the end. While we want your love and your happiness, we want your laugh and your smile, he wants nothing like that he wants to use you a while. We always lose in the end it would seem, we always settle for less, we are the romantics longing, thats what we are we confess. But we always lose in the end it would seem, you don’t want to be praised and beloved. You want to be held as an object it seems, instead of held up in our love.


I’m losing my patience, i’m losing my warmth, i’m losing my love, and i’m losing control. I’ve lost loves before, several infact and it doesn’t change the point, romantics always lose in the end, we give our hearts away peice by peice and you never return them, you ladies who prize them, hang them dry for all to see. We see we saw, and hate it all, cause after the hearts gone the cold reigns supreme, not to be thawed by all that we’ve seen, the darkness is ruthless it shatters us all, and when my hearts gone i’ll shatter and fall, so close i can smell it so dark and disturbed i know i will hate it and love it in turn, the dirt and the filth all the darkness within the sweet smell of lust the sweet taste of sin. The romantics will die one by one till we’re gone and all that is left is your displays and we’ll think of you with hate and disgust we’ll hate you till the end of our days, cause we loved you so much and you still have our hearts but hate ourselves we now do, because it would seem we gave out our hearts the romantics now die thanks to you. I’ve come to an end now i’ve said what i must, a romantic will soon die indeed, cause my heart is out there with you and with you so soon is a sad day indeed.


there you go everyone les fin.

all of you consider yourself lucky

you know lately with some people it seems to have been a competition to see who can actually make me mad, please i emplore you. stop it. you do not want to see me mad. today i was close to losing my control, i climbed the side of a building to get a guy who had locked the doors and taken the stairs to the roof. you do not want to make me mad, so please dont. . ... .. ... . . .. ... . .. . .. . anyways, it always kind of hurts me to hear how much happier people are without me, honestly it seems everyone is. and honestly i miss you all, the times, the laughter, i thrive on happiness. all this drama is killing me, why do people have to question things, i'm me ok, i'm proud of it, there is nothing wrong with being yourself, the reason you now hate what i've become is because i cared to much to show you all of me to fast. that is what i wrote about when i said i don't want to hurt you. i wrote that month ago now, frick all this drama, sure makes for alright emotion for writing but it doesn't work well for a guy who loves happiness, i love writing as well, and as you all know most of my writting is dark, but i prefer too write from OTHER PEOPLES emotions not my own, people always think that they know what i'm talking about here or there.... . . .. ... ... . no you don't. i don't care if you think it's about you, sometimes a person just needs to write something out there doesn't mean it actually has anything to do with anything. anyways, kinda looking forward to this weekend, although i have a feeling there may be more drama. some women have a specialty in that. well i got back from edmonton the other day, frick wasn't all that much fun to be honest, rather woulda made the trip with someone else, conners a good enough guy but not really all that fun sometimes. and honestly sometimes it feels like he's challenging me. like he's tryin to say i'm better than you. sorry to say but he comes across as an arrogant young buck. oh wait, that's what he is. there is more to the ways of the world than what you see conner, it's not only your views that count. it's only your views that count to you, they do not apply to other people. if you want people to treat you like you are something special, DO something special, don't just expect respect. i've climbed buildings, i've been shot by fireworks, i've spat fire, been driven over, been stabbed, nearly shot, i've had my heart broken more times than i care to recount and still i try to learn, cause i know there's more out there for me to test myself against, i know what i can handle, and it's anything that comes my way, i may not handle it properly but it's been handled and i've learned from it... you have not, you are young. so learn, don't just sit content... learn. other people are a fountain of knowledge more often than they are a pile of drivel do not fear the unknown.