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I have recently been incredibly lucky to take on another administrator to my site, to not only be able to share my life with you all but to be able to share her’s as well. I hope you all enjoy her additions to the site and share the love and joy she brings me.

– P.M.

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Goals.

I never understood how people could watch a movie or read a book, about two people falling in love. Then just sit back at wish that was what they had.

We should never have to wish for something more, if you are unhappy let me just promise you that there is someone out there who will give you the fucking world at a drop of a hat.

You will find someone who is willing not to just bend over backwards for you, but to give up even a part of themselves for you. You will find the person who will hold you even when you didn’t know yourself that that was all you needed.

You will find someone who will have dinner cooked and a glass of wine ready, not because you asked. But because they just like surprising you.

You will find someone who will rub your feet and massage that aching back for you any time and sometimes for no reason other than they like making you feel good.

You will find that person who you can single out of a crowded room as if there was no one else there. You will find that person who makes your heart race even after the millionth time you’ve seen them.

This is coming from someone who has found that person. When you know, you’ll know.

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Breath of Fall.

A soft pink petal falls slowly to the ground.

My shaking fingers pluck it from the grass and gently caress it as if it once drew breath.

The wind sings a final gusty note of a song that has long played for the world.

Eyes scan the scene that was once a brilliant and fiery red sunset over the plains of the heart.

However the dull stain of milky blue washes over the land.

Once soft pink petals now ashen in appearance and abrasive in texture, fall now like waves of dead snow.

And as twilight settles again on this heart, so too does the land grow dark.

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The Devil Walking.

The Devil doesn’t wear a black suit with slicked back hair. The Devil isn’t a red monster with horns. He wears jeans and baggy sweaters. He is a butcher and surgeon.

The Devil is sleep deprived sex appeal, with “I just woke up” hair tousled to one side. It’s French Vanilla coffee breath and a cigarette hanging low from the mouth. He’s fresh cologne and a tooth brush in hand. He’s yawning to reveal his happy trail and a tattooed left arm stretched towards the sky. 

The Devil isn’t evil, but he is bad. He’s bad for you. He is the heart breaker and the rose tinter. He will end you with just one look and keep walking until he finds his true Queen.

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Uncle.

Ever since I was small, you have always been there. Year after year, you never missed a Christmas and you never missed a birthday. You were always here to make sure I’m okay and to talk for hours. Every time I would get to see you, you never knew how much I didn’t care about leaving to play games. But rather just sit with you and talk, because to you I was never just some kid. I was your family and you treated me like an adult. Your stories were legendary and always made me laugh, the tales of my parents before they were my parents gave a whole new romance to the one I’ve always known. I will always love and look forward to our 2 a.m. talks. Blood is not the only thing that makes people family. Love, loyalty, respect and caring is what makes you and I family. I love you Uncle, I always have and I always will.

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Ode to Rydus

As I look around this room now,

I do not see the friends that I met years ago.

No, I see brothers.

I see sisters.

I see parents.

We have all become this great big family that no casting mold could have ever held.

We are all doing our own things with the people we love, and doing all those amazing things on our own time.

So even though I may not see you all as much as I would like.

Just know that no matter where you all are or what you’re doing.

That you have a brother here who

supports you. Who is proud of you. And who loves you.

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Something.

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This right here is Amelia, the new Princess of my castle. From nothing, something beautiful comes.

I sit behind the desk of my own self importance and have this near erotic case of narcissistic personality disorder. I am so sorry for myself that it is basically impossible to be a good person.

So I actually put almost all my effort into being that good person, to just sastify myself. I love it and hate it all at the same time, but fuck it I am pretty damn awesome.

So as I welcome Amelia into my home and arms, I am glad to have the release and love of someone.

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5/12/2016

Today was the first¬†REAL Summer day that I can remember, since like my childhood. The feeling that something had ended and something new and refreshing was waiting just down the road. As my friends and I packed up my Mom’s minivan and prepared for our day at the park, it was just so nice to stand back and breath in the warm air with the sweet scent of mown lawns jumbled together with flowers and sunscreen.

We laughed, my God did we laugh. About this and then about that! We ran and walked, jumped and laid down in the shade of oak trees while the hot sun beat down all around us. We were protected however, from anything that could hurt us. Deep within our flanneled bunkers with bees over head and ants underfoot.

Then to tie together a perfect day, we built that bonfire high and watched the smoke dance between the stars.

I love you guys and thank you for a glimpse back into my childhood.

 

 

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Moody Blues.

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In the words of Moody, “Just because two people of the opposite sex meet after 7 p.m. does not make it a date”.

Being ¬†young and still in my teens, the trend of dating and mindless texting. We live our lives over computer screens and the hipocracy of it all is that I am typing this on my phone. Maybe we stick to being glued to computer screens and having these depth-less encounters we call “dates”, because being young and being in love is rebarbative.

We grow up watching these movies with happily ever afters and Prince Charmings the Cinderella and wicked step-sisters. The truth we later learned is much more bleak, a lot of real love falls short in the long game. Then we find out the ever more popular theory that seems to resonate throughout my entire present life. Every date will lead to one of two outcomes,
1.) Marriage (forever)
Or
2.) Break up/Divorce (limited)

So it is no wonder that I find I can not commit to anything more than a single date. Everything is either forever or it will end, and that is pretty damned scary. No wonder we stick our faces behind screens, they are our shields against the infinite reality that plagues us all.

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