Thoughts of the Homeless
I can hardly recall an even greater commitment
Than the friendship I’m maintaining between me and this prison
A box - that shows no mercy when it rains
Ashamed to step outside, just asking for some change
I don’t want your pennies, nickels, or useless dimes
I don’t want your puerile pity for my hard time
Be thankful that your greatest memory of a box
Was to bring to life your childish, imaginary thoughts
Harsh weather, merely one coat to survive
But you act like you need 50 just to keep you alive
I’m lucky if I get at least a meal a day
While you’re treatin’ every feast as a personalized buffet
You think you have it bad when you’re under frustration
But there are people dying slowly from sickening starvation
Elevation - rising to the world set above
Just because they were ignored, beaten, and unloved
Be thankful for the gift of life. Be thankful that you even had a working computer to read this.
I was looking back at some old posts and stumbled upon this old thing. Couldn’t have been a better time to find this. I miss writing
I’m aware that I’m not your first. I’m aware that I’m not the only girl you’ve called “love” or “honey.” I’m aware that I’m not the only girl in your life that you’ve told you loved them. I’m aware that I’m not the only girl you’ve fallen asleep over the phone with or even sang a love song to. And honestly, I don’t mind if I’m not your first. The only first I really want to be is the first thing you think of when you wake up. Besides that, I just want to be your last. I want to be the last thing on your mind at night. I want to be the last girl you asked to be yours. I want to be your last kiss. The last voice you hear before you sleep. The last girl to ever sincerely love you.
Happy Thanksgiving y’all! 😛 #ootd #ootn
Anonymous asked: What kind of workouts do you do to get your body?
Long walks to the kitchen
I sit before flowers hoping they will train me in the art of opening up. I stand on mountain tops believing that avalanches will teach me to let go. I know nothing, but I am here to learn.Shane Koyczan (via oofpoetry)