i hope you get into medical school
so all i have to do is eat an apple everyday

i hope you always have money to buy extra bread-sticks
but never the self control stop eating them

i hope your 15 seconds of fame falls on daylight savings

i hope you never avoid movie or tv spoilers  

i hope your children are loved and cared for
but have their hearts broken by mine

i hope you always anticipate a surprise birthday party

i hope you always wake well rested
3 hours late for work

i hope you dance in the metaphoric rain
and catch metaphoric pneumonia

i hope your next thanksgiving is spent in an airport

i hope you are mildly inconvenienced every morning

i hope all your book pages stick together

i hope that you always will question if you left your oven on

i hope your future roommates always use all the hot water

i hope you always find the words to say
but never the right time to say them

i hope you never figure out how to pick a ripe avocado

i hope all your dinners are directly impacted
by the fickle nature of a toaster oven

i hope your curiosity gets the better of you
and you find out what cat food tastes like

i hope your favorite band breaks up
and you miss their kick *** reunion tour

i hope you watch an unhealthy amount of daytime tv

i hope you outlive me on the off chance that your paper boy will miraculously skip your house on the day my obituary is printed
because nothing would make my ghost happier to know
that you were forced to find out after  literally everyone else that
i passed away in my sleep surrounded by people who loved me
while you sat in your house old grey never thinking of me until you
read some 50 words in a newspaper and even if its for a second i want you to wonder what kind of life i had because you will have had no part in it.

d'you know what m8
i cant ******* stand being alive anymore
i don't know what to do with my time
i have no one at all
i am small and hurt and this world doesn't love me
******* hell man i need to be so ****** that I'm not me anymore
fukn ell man i hate myself and my life and every person i know
lord do i want to never have existed and I'm obviously scared of everything and what the **** does it mean to be brave does it mean to be stupid does it mean to be normal does it mean to feel anything that isn't loss or ache or emptiness or bone numbing p.a.i.n

Life is a carousel......
Always going forward, never going back.

Existence is a hard thing to keep
when you stop trying. 

To live a life, you must want to live. 

To want to live you must find a way.

When all hope is lost you must stand tall. 

When all others retreat you must prevail.

You are the conscious inside your head.

You create your own destiny. 

Life is a very hard thing to keep 

when your life does not always
go the way you plan. 

Fight for your life and the right
to keep dreaming.
If you feel you were gifted,
share your gift. 
If you feel
you were cursed, fix it.
As you get older, your life
becomes a challenge. 

Who are you? 

What do you want in life? 

What will you be? 

What is your purpose in life? 

If you worry, these things
will turn into burdens. 

But if you hold on to them
in the back of your mind,

all of the answers will come in time. 

Life is a carousel,
always going forward never going back. 

Look to the future not to the past.....

we were taught we are disposable
and equipped with liquids, minerals and gold to preserve our fading beauty
because our charm is our only fluence
and it's a language with an expiration date

When
your inner optimist becomes someone else,
someone pessimist,

-that has decided to see the good things,
the least.

I met a deer
I met a deer a big brown deer.
We met in the dark.
Not as friends just a run of the mill meeting.
I had to stop but it was too late
The meeting was over and the deer was dead.
I guess a car at 65 would not make a good friend of a deer.
So stay out of my way. I like deer meat.

Storms of change
Are on the horizon
In the grey mists of air
Rain droplets condense
And condense and condense
Until one by one
They fall
Lamented and flying from the ******* of clouds
Into the ionized air

Free at last

To flow
From roads, hills, and mountains
Down to rivers, lakes, and oceans
Deep into the soil giving life
All possibilities

*much deeper