Porcelain Elephants

Shoutvest Careblinds

We are High above the darkness of day
But not close enough to touch the heavens.
The pillows are perceived as hills and valleys,
Welcoming the leaping joy of little and big toes,
However, impossible until final judgement.

Sweeping Desire of Women Like Me

The sharp laughter of the careless
Never fail to fill the soul will sun and flowers.
Wet kisses on the cheeks of blood
And smiles for miles across thousands of seas
Desires for the kind of affection
That stops light and opens hearts

Anonymous asked: No, but I follow your friend Laura's Tumblr. I've been praying for you ever since I first read your blog. Something about it just spoke to me, like I can somehow relate (even though I'm just a nobody civilian college student.) Good luck for your return in January.

Thank you so much, kind stranger. The contact you have made and the prayers you gave for me mean so much. I have needed prayer and I have no doubt in my mind that you have helped. God bless you and don’t be afraid to keep in contact. 

Jasmine Rain

Tatoos of roses paint the fog,
While admittance to the nailbed is only for those who work.
“Please don’t make her go daddy.”
Pick pick pick goes the clock,
But it refuses to tick if the time is filled with horror.
Stand up the rice and you knock them like dominoes.
Sloppy bitch.
Three fell and twenty thousand dropped to the floor.
All that was heard, that time of darkness and stars,
Was sand
And thundering innards.

Anonymous asked: Do you still go to USAFA?

I took an ac turnback because I went to the hospital twice, but I will be back in January. Do I know you, kind anon?

I Have so much to say.

But it Will be limited to the words that I can let be typed by my freshly painted fingernails. So let it be written, and let me say what I must. So many people I know read this, if many is a word used for around 4 people. But four people in this world can make a huge difference in the one persons life. Each person is different, so I treat them with the same respect as all. I try not to hurt or trouble people, but emotions are only controlled by the person feeling them. I miss somebody quite a bit. The worst part of this is that somebody is going to think its them but only one will know it. And I hate missing people. It’s what I’m beginning to learn on my long journey through this hard time in my life is that it is not worth it. Love is false, unless between a man and God, and trying to avoid it is the best answer to everything because the only person in this life that will love you no matter what, no matter what or who you do, is God. It is the most true love and comforting love that you will ever feel or experience or need. People will always fail you, hurt you, and deceive you, but God is not human and will never do these worldly things; He is perfect, loving, forgiving, and kind in every way.

Thank you for reading this passage.

Spectacular

Crashing weddings alone screams of problems.
Feeling bad won’t change a damn thing.
But still we do and we try to alter chicago,
Which can only be demolished by nukes and bullets and kindness.

Many legs on the centipede that crawls across the television,
Pluck them off one by one,
And feel the insect squirm in terror.
Quality not quantity.

But these days the sheets reek of quantity,
And the generation is fouly tainted.
Vitality is fading away.