Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Monday, March 30, 2015
Powderized Carbon
Well, you have survived fourteen awkward years with us so far, I hope you are enjoying it because there are still so many more to come. Today's all about you, just don't get too excited, you'll burn the rest of the world into the same charcoaled ebony bits as you. Anyway, happy birthday bud!
Love,
Madison, Mom
Zach, Tyler
Killain, Megan
Nanna Neen and Papa Bob,
Susan and Kristina
HAPPY
BIRTHDAY!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
Sunday, March 29, 2015
Sunday, March 22, 2015
Perspectives
"Because this is just a dream, you're not really here tonight," I answered running my fingers through the hair at the back of your neck.
"Oh, that's where you're wrong Love," you laughed as you joined the shadows in their game of chase across my plains.
Friday, March 20, 2015
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Waiting on the Bees
There was something about the way she put flowers in her hair from all the places she's been and how she sing-songs her way through life that made her so adorable. She had one of those million dollar smiles and a world wide, awe filled epiphany of joy and true bliss. She was yours and the only reason so many people envied you the way they did, so why is she always found crying?
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Stringbean's Seventeen
It's been a while since I've seen you, but I want you to know that I miss you more than you will ever know. Anyway, today is your day, the crown is yours. All eyes on you, let them bathe in your glory and glisten in your starlight. There's so much more than to you than you realize and the love we have for you is completely immeasurable. I hope you are enjoying a fabulous, glorious, green birthday.
Friday, March 13, 2015
Warning of Absence
I know, you're in the middle of something great, completely satisfied with the moment as is, and Sleep finds you. She yanks you away "gently" but with enough force to have you instantly. There's a pen in your hand and a notebook on your lap, ideas flowing easily, smoothly, continuously and then you have the best dreams you've ever had. Believe me, I know what that's like, but you getting sleep is so much more important than finishing your page right now and actually, I'm bringing this up because if I ever manage to miss a day here I want you to know it's only because Sleep won and I had ink on my hands and legs when I woke up. It's only because my notebook ended up in my arms like a baby or a stuffed animal and I woke up to bent pages and a wrinkling sound of sorts. Don't worry, I'll come back every time; well, until you stop visiting and I give myself to Death. But still don't worry, you'll be gone long before I am.
Thursday, March 12, 2015
One Way Ticket
I love you enough to respect your decisions, but my mind is made up and I'll go without you. Without hesitation. I love you enough to miss you and wish you were there when I'm having the time of my life, but this means too much to pass up. Say goodbye as you let me walk away. I love you. Come along?
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Monday, March 9, 2015
Just Stay
“Your heart is a prime example of a premium golden soul painted inside of a seriphium’s body. I’m just not sure you understand what that means quite yet,” she whispered as he put his hand on the doorknob and began to turn.
“That’s exactly why I need to go while I can, Love. Don’t worry if I don’t make it back,” he replied calmly, “It’s just my way of letting you know that there’s someone else out there that’s better for you.”
And with that he left her to the fading peace, withering inside the darkness, buried beneath unfriendly demons and suicidal silence. Never to be seen again.
Sunday, March 8, 2015
Let's Live Backwards
You were already gone, a sort of apology rose and bubbled to my lips, but you weren't there to hear it. Remember I said something I'd never mean, you crossed your arms and stomped away darkly. The moment was grim, our beautiful silence took Death's hand and became something so much less friendly, it attacked us. Nothing happened, no fires, no joy, no passion or conversations, no feelings presenting themselves today. Nothing happened. Perhaps that's it though, nothing happened. There was a knock on the door, I answered it, you came in and sat on the couch. It was still cold by the time I got home, I turned on the heat and found that blanket you used to love so much. When I woke up it was a simple day, just the same as any other. Anyway, how did you sleep.
Saturday, March 7, 2015
Mockingly Condusive
As you spoke softly our limbs intertwined, on your lips I tasted him, then a piece - nay, a drop of your soul traveled down my heather-honey coated throat as I realized he is plain as water and you, you are lavender mint tea - similar in form, alike in nature, one in the same I fear not. In fact, he was another of light's wanna be lovers; only night is not nearly as endless as space - he can never satisfy a new born star just as you cannot push me far enough away that I will no longer shine on your brilliant raven wing stage.
Friday, March 6, 2015
Amusement Parks
Look, I’m not saying that I’m perfect. I never meant to insinuate that I’m better off than you. It’s just that finally, for once, there’s not a force in my life trying to drag me back and down. And I’m so sorry that you lost this feeling of Freedom that I’m feeling right now, but you know as well as I do that it’ll be back someday. Because Life, she’s funny, she’s a thrill seeker, and she thinks that everyone should join her on every roller coaster ever made.
Thursday, March 5, 2015
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
Monday, March 2, 2015
Locked but Never Closed
There's always noise flooding in through the windows coming from the street. People passing by on their ways somewhere they have to be. Too busy to ever stop to find the beauty around them. It's a quiet kind of place though, with sunlight streaming in from every angle and the kind of walls that let a piano sing even more sweetly than clouds and angels do. It took a while to feel like home, but once you started visiting, dressed in nothing more than laughter, bearing nothing more than hope, coming almost daily the loneliness began to fade and the emptiness was filled with dreams of better days. To you and yours my door is always open.
Sunday, March 1, 2015
Wear This Ring, Darling Drizzle
I, in rain held you close, carved our names in the dark, watched as swans tied you to yourself in an effort to keep you warm for the winter. I, in rain, whispered the word in your ear and promised no one is wrong here, that the light is near and solutions are rising to take me as I am in an effort to see if we could twist tradition and let me ask you to spend forever feeling this way as we fall in love over and over again before Darkness takes us and Death himself finally dies.
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