poetry dump, this is the first

Untitled Part One

The river runneth deep
Or so I am told
It didn’t stay long
It was far too cold
Now it’s getting dry
And this seasons far too old

Now I am moving on
Summers far past gone
Can’t wait for snowball fights
Glowing nights
Great fields of white
Hot chocolate and late night conversations

Lets warm up
Lets grow old
Together
Together

Thaw in spring
Winters around the bend
May last forever
Hope we never grow older
Hope it never ends
(Contradictions)

Day of semi-False Nostolgia (Untitled Part Two)

Sidetracking myself from
My own thoughts
Don’t know where I am coming from
But I can’t stay long
(So grab your coat)

Nostolgic for some peacefull memories!
Pieces from a nightmare year
A year gone by
I’d soon forget
Not even sure if I even lived it

It’s no wonder we lost track of time
It’s as if that year was a part of another life
Not yours or mine

Drive through campus
Listeninng to MCS
Look at the world outside and smile
The air is fresh and brisk
(So breathe this in)
Soon the snow will come
I’m where I want to be

For the first time in my life
I am completely where I want to be
Shortly, To The Point. Less. (Untitled Part Three)

All I want to say
Is I am happy to live today
From the time I awoke
Lying in bed
Running your fingers through my hair
Oh how I loved to be there
And then I drive around
Not as a job
Just enjoying the town
The sun is out
The clouds are sparse
The air bites my lungs
It injects its venom
I love the taste
It feels great
Think of your face
You’re so wonderful
You make life great

Plans (Untitled Part Four)

The night creeped out
While I was inside a store
Making plans for the evening
Scratch some initial plans
For the simple want
Of being warm

Everybody’s high
They do it all the time
I’m not here to say
It’s not right
But when it comes down
To fight or flight
I’ll just leave them alone
I don’t need it anymore

So the plans are made
I’ll be seeing you soon
We’ll get far far away
From their hazy part of the day
Maybe they can be saved
But not by us
Not today

I just want to be alone with
I just want to spend some time with
I just need you by my side
That’s my only plans for the night

This is about love.

I love her more than I love my own life
and I know that may not be right
but it keeps me living
keeps me breathing
And when we lie in bed
I often lie awake
stare at shadows in the dark
feel her breathing
I am not a perfect man
and she has faults too
we’ve hurt eachother
but love is forgiveness
So I let her go do what she needs to do
I can’t make her change
I love her as she is
she’s got to grow on her own
Because she is an independent woman
a socialite
her friends are always at her side
but I know I am on her mind
I sit at home
I think and I write
sometimes I think too much
sometimes I am out of touch
Bow I am a working man
I had to learn to be this
the road was tough
but I thank my old man
So I try to do the best I can
come home to my girl
want to relax
want to hold her hand
In time I hope to be a better man
pay big bills
own a home and some land
have my own family
I know I am young
and it’s true in the past I did run
but I’ve always known in my heart
she’s the only one
Wish I could fast forward time
builf up walls of trust and love
ask her to marry me…
but for now I am just glad she’s home.

It looks like a hangover out here.

I bite my lip and it bleeds
Hold my tongue…
Knuckles crack
Skin like desert
I am leaking
Bite my knuckle
Chewed my nails away
Stare at the clouds
Wait for rain
Hail falls down
Seasons change
These thoughts are here to stay

post 0.2

To give you a taste of whats to come, here is a poem I wrote a week ago (I think). So this should tell you about my style, thoughts ,aesthetics, and maybe a little about who I am. Ok, more than a little of who Iam; all my writing is, is a crappy photograph of my mind.
Sharing Is Creepy / It Always Comes Back To My Love

I look at you and wonder
As you breathe smoke
How you became who you are
Sometimes the haze clears enough
To make me wonder
Am I looking in a mirror?
I’m sorry my friend
I can’t follow
These ideas of yours
I believe
Sharing is creepy
Caring is ok
Intangibility is inevitable
Art is hard
And money don’t grow on trees
Do you follow?
Do you follow me?

As I breathe in and out
I let go of my mind
It’s going to be hard to find this time
It runs away without a thought
Of what it’s doing to the heart and soul
It leaves behind
And I hurt my girl
And I hurt my friends
When I lose my world
Or believe it’s come to some sort of end
I wish I could be ok everyday
But thats not who I am
Apparently
I can’t fix this mess
I don’t have the proper tools
I can barely breathe
Hate to be here
Hate to be alone
But I don’t want to sit around and watch everyone go down this hole

And I hear the bass
Bump in the night
And I know it’s probably her
Driving by
And I let my mind loose
It went off to fashion my noose
It got side tracked
And let me fall asleep
Fall asleep to dream
But I wish I was silent
Lying next to her
Feeling her body move
Breathing in and out
Feeling ok with this world
Feeling happy with myself
Oh love is the only thing I will not share with everyone
You can have my food
You can borrow my things
But I will never give to you what I have for her

My name is Raleigh Blum, and this is urban cancer.

It’s all Dave’s fault.

Here’s the background: I was born in Arizona, didn’t stay long, moved to a slightly famous town in Oregon, known for cheese, and then somehow I ended up in Moscow Idaho, home of the Vandals, and nobody cares what else is here. In fact, most people in the nation wouldn’t know the Vandals, or care about them. They’re wac man. No, seriously, WAC.

My mother was a secretary, my father was a trucker. I was a quiet kid, and I still am a lot of the time. I listen. I soak in. I know whats going on. My family is very religious, I grew up in church. One day I stopped going… but its all still in me. You’ll see that (or maybe you won’t).

When I was too young to even remember how young I was, I sat next to one of the pastors sons in our church. His name is Scott. He was big into art and music. I picked up the art thing from him. I picked up musical tastes from many family members, friends and accomplices along the way in my life.

So I became a lover of the arts, and a creator of them too. I’m not that great at it, and to tell the truth, I don’t know how often I will even post my visual creations.

So whats this blog about?

I guess it’s about writing.

I have to say, I would not be into writing as much as I am today if it weren’t for Crag Hill, my senior english teacher.

So, back to my not so interesting, short life story. I am slightly less than a month from being twenty years old, I am a college drop out pizza delivery boy *slash* self-proclaimed artist extraordinaire *slash* writer.

I have a wonderful girlfriend who makes my life good and happy. I have loving parents who care far too much about me and no matter what I’ve done, they’ve been there. Its unfortunate that not many are so fortunate. Isn’t it?

I live with a couple of alcoholics. Went to high school with one, college with the other (he dropped out too!) and somehow we ended up living in an apartment together. You learn a lot about your firneds, and people in general, whe you live with them.

All these people, they shape me. They teach me. They are a part of the art/s that you will see here. Yeah, that means there was a point inn telling you all these random things about random people you don’t know (or maybe you do know them, and if you do kow any of them, tell them I said hi).

I have many strange ideas about the world, many unfounded crazy opinions about life and people in general, and I am throwing it up on theinternet for anyone to see, love, hate, or ignore.

And if Dave’s ideas work out as great as he hopes for them to, then this blog may last longer than any other blog I may or may not have made at some point in time.

At the very least, someone will learn something about me; and maybe that someone will only be me.