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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>My splendid land of original poetry and little tidbits.</description><title>lahaland</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @lahaland)</generator><link>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Bukowski wrote at the best time
People actually bought poetry books
before he died
I went to the...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Bukowski wrote at the best time&lt;br/&gt;
People actually bought poetry books&lt;br/&gt;
before he died&lt;br/&gt;
I went to the bookstore yesterday&lt;br/&gt;
Yes it still exists&lt;br/&gt;
and there was only one shelf of personal rhymes&lt;br/&gt;
and poems written for an audience &lt;br/&gt;
Most everything else had pictures&lt;br/&gt;
Not even one person seemed bothered&lt;br/&gt;
by the large presence of magazines&lt;br/&gt;
Sometimes those things are fun&lt;br/&gt;
but only if you don&amp;#8217;t like reading much&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/51911231370</link><guid>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/51911231370</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Jun 2013 17:12:27 -0400</pubDate><category>Bukowski</category><category>inspired</category><category>again</category><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>peoms</category><category>original</category><category>mine</category><category>bookstore</category><category>read</category></item><item><title>The ocean swirls
They gather
So perfectly 
Like little ruffles
Of the sea</title><description>&lt;p&gt;The ocean swirls&lt;br/&gt;
They gather&lt;br/&gt;
So perfectly &lt;br/&gt;
Like little ruffles&lt;br/&gt;
Of the sea&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/51516659990</link><guid>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/51516659990</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 May 2013 20:14:00 -0400</pubDate><category>ocean</category><category>waves</category><category>poetry</category><category>spilledink</category><category>original</category><category>swirls</category></item><item><title>Inspired by Bukowski</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Things are harder for the living&lt;br/&gt;
Than Bukowski &lt;br/&gt;
He died with a name already&lt;br/&gt;
While we have to battle hurricanes&lt;br/&gt;
And glaciers melting&lt;br/&gt;
Too many feel entitled&lt;br/&gt;
Because of history and cellular devices&lt;br/&gt;
I don&amp;#8217;t even know&lt;br/&gt;
Where this poem is going&lt;br/&gt;
Just like the government&lt;br/&gt;
Does not want to spend any money &lt;br/&gt;
On outer space&lt;br/&gt;
Trees are actually the smartest&lt;br/&gt;
They have feelings but don&amp;#8217;t cause trouble&lt;br/&gt;
Why only birds care for them&lt;br/&gt;
Is beyond me still&lt;br/&gt;
All I know is right now&lt;br/&gt;
Things are harder for the living&lt;br/&gt;
Than they are for Bukowski.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/50538161445</link><guid>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/50538161445</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 20:31:08 -0400</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>original</category><category>mine</category><category>Bukowski</category><category>inspired</category><category>people</category></item><item><title>More like the Maybe
I feel more like 
the maybe
I will
than the yes,
I will
I was in more of a...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;More like the Maybe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
I feel more like &lt;br/&gt;
the maybe&lt;br/&gt;
I will&lt;br/&gt;
than the yes,&lt;br/&gt;
I will&lt;br/&gt;
I was in more of a hurry&lt;br/&gt;
to get dressed&lt;br/&gt;
this morning&lt;br/&gt;
than I have ever been&lt;br/&gt;
to find meanings&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Can&amp;#8217;t tell if this&lt;br/&gt;
feature of myself&lt;br/&gt;
is genius&lt;br/&gt;
or laziness speaking&lt;br/&gt;
via actions&lt;br/&gt;
Maybe,&lt;br/&gt;
both.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/48652609187</link><guid>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/48652609187</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Apr 2013 20:21:56 -0400</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>original</category><category>maybe</category><category>confused</category><category>callmemaybe</category></item><item><title>HOME
I hated living barely alone
So alone even with someone
So I moved back home
Right now I feel...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
I hated living barely alone&lt;br/&gt;
So alone even with someone&lt;br/&gt;
So I moved back home&lt;br/&gt;
Right now I feel dumb&lt;br/&gt;
Like a break of progression&lt;br/&gt;
was intentional to myself, for me&lt;br/&gt;
because of being too needy&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So now I live at this home&lt;br/&gt;
So loud here with a 180 pound dog&lt;br/&gt;
and my mom&lt;br/&gt;
Parents are not quiet&lt;br/&gt;
Nor should they be, all the time&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Can&amp;#8217;t decide what to do&lt;br/&gt;
with my life&lt;br/&gt;
That goes for anywhere&lt;br/&gt;
Knifing away in the present to slow down&lt;br/&gt;
The future&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Feeling so unstable&lt;br/&gt;
So many big answers unknown&lt;br/&gt;
So I had this crazy thought&lt;br/&gt;
I&amp;#8217;ll just move back home&lt;br/&gt;
Touch roots&lt;br/&gt;
and feel somehow grounded&lt;br/&gt;
By too many revelations &lt;br/&gt;
They come from the past&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;That is known and I&amp;#8217;m over it&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Present themselves as shadows &lt;br/&gt;
in my childhood room&lt;br/&gt;
Who says you can&amp;#8217;t be reborn&lt;br/&gt;
Twice in the same life?&lt;br/&gt;
Just move back home&lt;br/&gt;
Then leave.&lt;br/&gt;
You&amp;#8217;ll see.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/48290912521</link><guid>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/48290912521</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Apr 2013 14:28:00 -0400</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>original</category><category>old</category><category>moving</category><category>so</category><category>revelations</category></item><item><title>Those becoming moments in life
You&amp;#8217;re becoming one of mine</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Those becoming moments in life&lt;br/&gt;
You&amp;#8217;re becoming one of mine&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/47603066558</link><guid>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/47603066558</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Apr 2013 01:40:00 -0400</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>original</category><category>blurb</category><category>moments</category><category>budsandsuds.tumblr.com</category><category>love</category></item><item><title>My heart is split
Nope
My mind is fucked
My heart whole
Memories and things
if they even...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;My heart is split&lt;br/&gt;
Nope&lt;br/&gt;
My mind is fucked&lt;br/&gt;
My heart whole&lt;br/&gt;
Memories and things&lt;br/&gt;
if they even happened&lt;br/&gt;
Subliminal messages&lt;br/&gt;
or just old news again&lt;br/&gt;
In my head&lt;br/&gt;
My vision split&lt;br/&gt;
Two eyes too many&lt;br/&gt;
Maybe just ripped&lt;br/&gt;
Tiny little bits&lt;br/&gt;
they&amp;#8217;re never changing&lt;br/&gt;
Nope&lt;br/&gt;
A someday healer&lt;br/&gt;
If by getting better&lt;br/&gt;
you mean still living&lt;br/&gt;
Sure.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/47226501796</link><guid>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/47226501796</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Apr 2013 19:03:21 -0400</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>original</category><category>hearts</category><category>heartshapedbox</category></item><item><title>Dark blue afternoon
Window drapes
I can see you
Lost escapes
Outside of my window
So original,...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Dark blue afternoon&lt;br/&gt;
Window drapes&lt;br/&gt;
I can see you&lt;br/&gt;
Lost escapes&lt;br/&gt;
Outside of my window&lt;br/&gt;
So original, no&lt;br/&gt;
but you are&lt;br/&gt;
Forever &lt;br/&gt;
An angel &lt;br/&gt;
of my imagination&lt;br/&gt;
You dance all the time&lt;br/&gt;
Floating above everyone&lt;br/&gt;
If only,&lt;br/&gt;
you could be held&lt;br/&gt;
I&amp;#8217;d be happy.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/47002740625</link><guid>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/47002740625</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Apr 2013 01:14:06 -0400</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>original</category><category>afternoon</category><category>blue</category><category>lyrical</category></item><item><title>Perfect.</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BG46IwVfSu8?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perfect.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/46302013254</link><guid>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/46302013254</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Mar 2013 21:41:00 -0400</pubDate><category>empathy</category><category>educationalvideo</category><category>best</category><category>perfect</category><category>outandabout</category><category>society</category><category>rsa</category><category>rsaanimations</category></item><item><title>Spring is Springing</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I just spit on my deck&lt;br/&gt;
It is only mucus &lt;br/&gt;
and it doesn&amp;#8217;t hurt anyone&lt;br/&gt;
Fears linger because &lt;br/&gt;
I let that happen&lt;br/&gt;
Cares are different&lt;br/&gt;
I don&amp;#8217;t have them&lt;br/&gt;
Spring is springing&lt;br/&gt;
as if it never has before&lt;br/&gt;
To the deck floor boards &lt;br/&gt;
I feel grounded&lt;br/&gt;
Like this is the time&lt;br/&gt;
I change&lt;br/&gt;
One day of this weather&lt;br/&gt;
and my soul comes dragging back to me&lt;br/&gt;
It resembles a reluctant old lover&lt;br/&gt;
that wants more&lt;br/&gt;
Come soul,&lt;br/&gt;
and feel the hot temperatures&lt;br/&gt;
Feel the sun like no one else is&lt;br/&gt;
even if they are&lt;br/&gt;
Spit on the deck &lt;br/&gt;
but only if you have to&lt;br/&gt;
and soul,&lt;br/&gt;
find me then keep passing &lt;br/&gt;
Let&amp;#8217;s beat the warm weather&lt;br/&gt;
and find a new direction&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/45870218346</link><guid>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/45870218346</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Mar 2013 19:25:21 -0400</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>original</category><category>spring</category><category>springing</category><category>springchicken</category><category>staycation</category></item><item><title>Champagne 
in the living room
means you can watch hillbillies on tv,
sports, or brain surgery
while...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Champagne &lt;br/&gt;
in the living room&lt;br/&gt;
means you can watch hillbillies on tv,&lt;br/&gt;
sports, or brain surgery&lt;br/&gt;
while imbibing &lt;br/&gt;
is still in style.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/45253954317</link><guid>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/45253954317</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Mar 2013 02:31:01 -0400</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>original</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>short poem</category><category>champagne</category><category>tv</category><category>livingroom</category><category>champagnecaliforniaonthebrain</category></item><item><title>Fate</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Like nails down my carpet&lt;br/&gt;
At first I felt nothing&lt;br/&gt;
Until you were on top of me&lt;br/&gt;
Then, I felt fate&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/45009111676</link><guid>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/45009111676</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Mar 2013 03:35:00 -0400</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>original</category><category>short poem</category><category>sex</category><category>fate</category><category>walltowallcarpet</category></item><item><title>I see dancing men in my head
Think they&amp;#8217;re my uncertainties
Certainly,
they are witnesses 
No...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I see dancing men in my head&lt;br/&gt;
Think they&amp;#8217;re my uncertainties&lt;br/&gt;
Certainly,&lt;br/&gt;
they are witnesses &lt;br/&gt;
No more than me &lt;br/&gt;
or my friends.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/44164484188</link><guid>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/44164484188</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 2013 16:39:12 -0500</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>original</category><category>short poem</category><category>dancing</category><category>rainingmen</category></item><item><title>This town is dotted with memories
Smells so disgustingly familiar
They enter me all at once
Now I...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;This town is dotted with memories&lt;br/&gt;
Smells so disgustingly familiar&lt;br/&gt;
They enter me all at once&lt;br/&gt;
Now I don&amp;#8217;t know what to do&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/43677034304</link><guid>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/43677034304</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2013 18:24:53 -0500</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>original</category><category>hometown</category><category>memories</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/28d908926d306e6718d574ce8ae6d1b8/tumblr_mijaa5KQ661qa4trbo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/43582028057</link><guid>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/43582028057</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2013 14:53:09 -0500</pubDate><category>happybirthday</category><category>the best</category><category>nirvana</category><category>kurtcobain</category></item><item><title>I don&amp;#8217;t just want to
be a -mother of the night-
Her guardian
Me, I lie unsleeping
The...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t just want to&lt;br/&gt;
be a -mother of the night-&lt;br/&gt;
Her guardian&lt;br/&gt;
Me, I lie unsleeping&lt;br/&gt;
The stars&lt;br/&gt;
are so bright&lt;br/&gt;
Sometimes, they keep me&lt;br/&gt;
from dreaming&lt;br/&gt;
I have to stay awake&lt;br/&gt;
and watch&lt;br/&gt;
the night with my life&lt;br/&gt;
It lights&lt;br/&gt;
as round as moons&lt;br/&gt;
and the craters&lt;br/&gt;
I live there&lt;br/&gt;
until the morning breaks&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/42955544145</link><guid>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/42955544145</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2013 18:19:00 -0500</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>original</category><category>night</category><category>manymoons</category><category>dreamer</category><category>moonchild</category><category>stars</category></item><item><title>It was inspired by something 
I heard, or saw
I think on T.V.
What to do these days?
Jokes on...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;It was inspired by something &lt;br/&gt;
I heard, or saw&lt;br/&gt;
I think on T.V.&lt;br/&gt;
What to do these days?&lt;br/&gt;
Jokes on me&lt;br/&gt;
because I can&amp;#8217;t remember&lt;br/&gt;
the last time I did it right&lt;br/&gt;
without thinking&lt;br/&gt;
In my childhood room&lt;br/&gt;
feel like I&amp;#8217;m on &lt;br/&gt;
a demented vacation&lt;br/&gt;
It is snowing here&lt;br/&gt;
and my thoughts as a cliche, &lt;br/&gt;
they are in battle &lt;br/&gt;
with themselves&lt;br/&gt;
I hate the winter&lt;br/&gt;
and I&amp;#8217;m not so sure&lt;br/&gt;
if I like &lt;br/&gt;
you either.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/42872132307</link><guid>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/42872132307</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Feb 2013 17:31:55 -0500</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>original</category><category>inspired</category><category>jokes</category></item><item><title>I want to let it
Eat me
Then,
I want to
eat you.
Do not
be afraid
For I,
am just 
your lover.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I want to let it&lt;br/&gt;
Eat me&lt;br/&gt;
Then,&lt;br/&gt;
I want to&lt;br/&gt;
eat you.&lt;br/&gt;
Do not&lt;br/&gt;
be afraid&lt;br/&gt;
For I,&lt;br/&gt;
am just &lt;br/&gt;
your lover.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/42226749418</link><guid>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/42226749418</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Feb 2013 18:05:13 -0500</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>original</category><category>love</category><category>eatme</category></item><item><title>Faces at the record store
I am one of them
The computer told me
They don&amp;#8217;t make records...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Faces at the record store&lt;br/&gt;
I am one of them&lt;br/&gt;
The computer told me&lt;br/&gt;
They don&amp;#8217;t make records anymore&lt;br/&gt;
but it was wrong.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/42127812664</link><guid>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/42127812664</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Feb 2013 16:09:31 -0500</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>original</category><category>record store</category></item><item><title>I thought 
I saw a ghost
but it was just
a lonely shadow.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I thought &lt;br/&gt;
I saw a ghost&lt;br/&gt;
but it was just&lt;br/&gt;
a lonely shadow.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/41475505383</link><guid>http://lahaland.tumblr.com/post/41475505383</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jan 2013 18:39:03 -0500</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>original</category><category>ghost</category><category>seeingthings</category><category>shadowstabbing</category></item></channel></rss>
