Stories, Lessons and Humour.

The lonely and despaired watches She watches the riant children running across the field All in possession of something albeit in reckless abandon The lonely watches as each gets to field The presence of others makes them aware of their differences The initiator usually with the most privileges moves first Raising to light their possessions The unabated feeling to be alike kicks in The conforming begins The lonely curses her possession for its inability to conform She bears light but ashamed she hides it As the sun slowly moonwalks drawing in it's light with it She doesn't realise they need her light The conformity is on the rise The initiator is winning The ignorant are loosing The lost is grieving My mama is right Man truly is lost photo credit: @yp. design

I haven't ever been a hopeless romantic and I've finally come to terms with declaring it seeing as it is the romantics who are always quick to make a declaration, especially when one those videos that make my stomach churn for the not so endearing mushiness comes on, the awwns and the need for tissues to dab away tears have never been a first option. I haven't ever been a hopeless romantic but that didn't change the apparent things like the need for companionship and other things. I have always liked a good laugh with someone, great conversations and the likes but the really amazing part to all of these needs were the constant changes, the simple fact that nothing was assured. I got my first Valentine gift at 11, I was the angriest little bud in my class. I had zero tolerance for nonsense, I really was one tough cookie. I didn't like boys because all they wanted to do was hug you but in spite of all that one young boy had considered me nice enough to be liked, I d...

My mama used to say Boxes and pretty ribbons The perfect description for relationships Humans; our provisions in living breathing entities Our exact needs in two legs Drawn by the noise and the pretty ribbons Man is drawn to the emptiest boxes He denies he is lonely in the midst of them Comforted by the jealousy in minds Minds of those without seeing eyes He denies he wouldn't trade all 900 fancy boxes For the comfort of just 1 filled box The box is beautiful The ribbon is pretty The dumb are jealous The man is in denial My mama is right Man is lost