Life by Living.

If you’re bringing nothing to the table, you can’t sit down. I don’t mind eating alone.

Clever.

(Source: raeyskyy)

And Ever.

These Gods should pay homage,

we pray to them and show honor.

We lie, but we try to stay honest,

but even when we attempt to stay faithful,

we get punished.

But all we can do is continue

to live a lives worth reading about,

teaching to the youth.

I only hope they exchange those pennies for thoughts

when she sets up her kissing booth.

Tell our moms we love them,

just to show respect.

Give them everything they could want, 

because in old age they may forget.

We keep thinking about the world,

we can only hope it stays around.

My friends have plans, 

and I can see they need a light.

Just know I do it all for you,

all I want to see is their dreams come true.

So anxious and innocent, 

we tell the kids to keep it in mind

that even when it rains,

smile,

and think about the sunshine.

Peace,

and much love to you.

5.27.2012.

Everyone is asleep in this home of mine.

On the couch, in the other room on a queen size bed,

and all those outside in those remaining ignorant.

It was cool enough to enjoy the weather last night,

but I hadn’t slept in two straight days,

and all the alcohol disagreed with anything that

wanted to leave, that had has hopes to manifest a destiny.

Yet I continue lie here, awake in my room, and miss it already.

Life, I cherish it more than ever, more so than I do the present.

I realized two days ago when I hesitated when ask what I required.

I replied ‘a relationship’, and realized winter couldn’t come soon enough.

Give me a reason to want you. I speak to no one directly.

I weigh my options and leaave for months at a time.

My mother, a week ago today, told me goodbye before she had to.

Ironically, all I ever want to do is say ‘hello’.

The walls were once stone;

cool grey to match the constant light

that seeps through the blinds.

The walls are now gone.

Mere deep burgundy pieces of a cage.

The walls run, just as their captives.

The walls, battered by broken vases- 

filled with roses, paired with solemn faces.