If you don’t love me now

Man winter

Not afraid to love

Filled

I stopped talkingI stopped thinking; filled with the rain of youpouring out of myselfI stopped wantingwhile getting everything I wantedand then wanting some morelike all the spaces needing to be filledall the air particles needing to be touched, and turnedthe entire world needing to be touchedgripped by my hands and feltbecause you encompass it

Black eyes

The saddest thing about having pitch black eyes isyou never can see if it dialated or not

Believe in beauty

Your eyes by the window

Your eyes like window light through glass your skin; either blushed or heated or darkened by the sun your smile, says it all by staying bitter or hopeful your hands, rule me like they know where to guide your torso; to rest on for music to play on

Unfinished

When there’s sorrow, there’s art

Woman on the other side of the mirror

It’s a circle

It’s a circle not just the physical orientation it’s a circle of thoughts it was the love that led to the love-making and then the love-making that led to love

You’re my sunflower

Shadows

Au burnn

Piercings

Anti tree killers

 

Funk

This hole that I’m in it might take ten hours for me to get out of it

Popping delirium

If you were rich and enjoying a fancy party while slaves looked at your food with hunger in their eyes from outside the window, would you feel that slavery was unjust or would you feel that the slaves were just damn annoying? If you were a person enjoying your bacon meal while a flyer was

Tree leaves help create paradise

Tree leaves in a forest produce moisture, and that moisture accumulates into air and entices rain. This process is called “transpiration.” That’s how planting trees can replenish, de-desertify, and bring life into barren lands.

Impossible

We regress to the never forever and ever dreams unfulfilled offense not committed we’ll be good for the rest of our lives reprimanding the bad ones while yearning to be bad

Fk or not

Sorry for being boring Can’t be too witty I’m either sappy as hell or concieted Don’t have anything tricky to say But if you want to fk or not  

Made money for you, waste money on you

 

Little house on the prairie kind of life

I want a little house on the prairie kind of life where I carry a pail of water for washing clothes and day dream about a boy down the hill

Thoughts of breaking up from a long term relationship, and a goat slaughter

The taste of death feels close to the tongue; you sort of don’t care about anything anymore. You visualize your worst nightmare; the thought of being an old single lady who’s lonely as hell, and it doesn’t even feel that nightmarish anymore. What’s worse? Someone asks. Losing your pride or to die lonely? But if

We’ve set up the government to help us

That includes: Protecting our fundamental need to breathe clean air Securing our access to food and shelter Contributing towards our well being and healthcare needs