Heaven

Do you think that people go to church every Sunday in heaven?
Do you think that there's a routine followed in heaven?
Do you think that there's ever fighting in heaven?
Do you think that everyone always smiles like a Stepford Wife?
Do you think that life after death will be more fun than living?
Do you think that bad things happen on Earth because the dead souls are jealous of the people who get to live and breathe and taste and smile and laugh?
Do you think that there are luxuries in heaven, or jobs to help everyone on Earth?
Do you think that everyone instantly becomes an angel in heaven?
Do you think that God lets everyone into heaven, since he forgives all sins?
Do you think that God let Hitler into heaven?
Do you think that there is a heaven?

Applicable

It's hard to
Practice what you preach
When what you preach
Isn't at all applicable
To your life.

UPDATE IN THE LIFE OF LACEY:

Tragus. Officially. Pierced.

FINALLY!

No, You Are Not Randy.

I woke up with bruises on my legs this morning.

I think I'm going to get my tragus pierced tomorrow.

I'm praying my friend is okay, and that things are not going well with this new boy of hers. Darling, if you're reading this, I'm sure you will know who you are. You do not need a Tal. I will talk to you at work tomorrow.

Three cheers for staying up for absolutely no reason! Here's to wishing I get more than 3 hours of sleep before work tomorrow!

Thanks for reading, it means a whole lot to me. :)

In The Fireplace

I asked if you loved me,
You replied, “No more lies.”
You looked away from
My water-filled eyes.

Endless days spent
Trapped in bed.
Friends arrive to help
Clear my head.

Endless photographs of
Your smiling face.
All our memories are
Burning in the fireplace.

Bittersweet laughter
Ringing through the air.
Pictures split with a tear,
Pretend I don’t care.

Flames flick over us
And my box of you.
I don’t need their words,
I know what I must do.

I let it go,
But I can’t let you go.

This Is For Me

I am far too tired. I’m sick of spending my life doing things for other people, of making my decisions based on how others will want me to.
I have made way too many mistakes for you. We will still talk, but I hope you understand that I am, from now on, taking your advice and making myself happy. I don’t think that you realized that you are one of those people in my life I cannot live without, and one of those people I try to please. The truth of this situation isn’t black, nor white, nor gray. It’s hardly simple, and I don’t know if this will affect how our friendship functions. But I am thinking, and I am thinking that I need to be happy. Not happy for you. Not smiling for you. But smiling because smiling feels right, because smiling is how I truly feel in my stomach.
So I will make this decision all by myself. And I hope you understand. I really want you to see the good in this situation. I wish you could understand that I will be happier. I need you to understand. I still need you, and I always will. Please don’t be upset.

& The Necklace You Gave Me Dangles On My Collar Bone

Gonna buy an old guitar that is
Covered in stickers that are
Apart of someone else’s history.

Gonna steal your beat up car that is
Blue, and drive it down roads that are
All helping me reach my destination.

Gonna walk out to the beach that is
Far away from the identical houses that are
Threatening to swallow my voice.

Gonna sink my toes in sand that is
Still warm from the daytime beach goers that are
Now sleeping peacefully in their homes.

You wanted to know why I go to the beach alone;
This is why.

I let myself collapse,
Collapse into the sand with the guitar
Safely propped in my careful arms.
And I find myself
Finding lyrics to a song I’ve never
Heard, sung, played, written before.

The waves can carry my voice
To unreachable rafters,
Unbelievable octaves,
Across the ocean to strangers
Who maybe feel this ache
He’s forced me to grow accustomed to.

I can feel the pain rushing out of my throat,
I can feel for the first time in days.
The sky is black but I scream these words of
Such vivid colour and emotion at it,
As if it will change anything,
As if I can change anything.

I know my face will fade from your memory.
I sing out my pain.
I know my words won’t mean anything to you.
I sing for the insane.
I know this song won’t ever reach you.
I sing to erase the stains.
I know that I’ve made countless mistakes.
I sing to try to explain.
I know you want me out of your life,
I sing despite your disdain.
I know you’re walking just out of reach,
I sing to try to clear my brain.

I sing to try to clear my brain.

:)

I thought you all would want to see my new closet.

As well, I thought it might be a nice touch to add this little picture, because it fits in with the room theme of this blog, as well as my true feelings:

Dedicated To All Who Read.. That Means YOU!

I hope you recognize that everytime it rains, you walk on water,
I hope you recognize that there's a band that makes music for people exactly like you,
I hope you recognize that you control your own perception of life,
I hope you recognize that flowers will never discriminate against you,
I hope you recognize that change is always a possibility,
I hope you recognize that the conception of you is a miracle,
I hope you recognize that there is pain in the creation of something beautiful,

& Most importantly,
I hope you recognize that you are more to this world than just another person.

Boy:

I hope you're as happy as you're pretending.

Deepest Gratitude

You are one of the few people I know who will listen to me. I know that you will hear me, as well. I know that you will always know the right things to say. I know that you will always just be there to talk. I know that your mind is so powerful and every conversation we have, I'm changed, permanently altered in some way.

I wish I were as strong as you. I wish I could understand how to adapt my life perfectly to be happy. I wish you'd let me attempt to be as helpful (what an understatement) to you as you are to me. I wish you knew how amazing you truly are.

I think you know who you are, so thank-you, from the bottom of my (far too hopeful) heart. Please stay with me.

Stay.

Wit's End

A night
Where I can’t
Write right.
Confusing lines,
Meaningless,
Nothingness,
Stuck.

One

One good picture makes
A photoshoot worth the while.
Some complain,
“One picture?! Is that all?”
But I insist that the
One thousand words
That one picture produces
Makes a day of photographing
Worth while.

Revealed (The Fight)

The mask is paint,
The plastic will shine,
The lie will last,
The words will echo,
The sun is a stranger,
The love will die,
The faces will blend,
The crowd will blur,
The whispers will strengthen,
The screams will be disregarded,
The words will get lost,
The point is pointless,
The breakdown is inevitable,
The veil will be ripped,
The truth will surface,
The identity is false,
The breaths will quicken,
The risk will persist,
The goal is survival,
The clock will tick,
The smoke will curl,
The hope is broken,
The yellow will dilute,
The dream is a myth,
The verdict is final,
The pictures will haunt,
The road will be lonely,
The ink will stain,
The scars will remain,
The past is the past,
. And I cannot get it back.

The writing is on the wall.