they called you a fallen star
forgetting exactly who you are
daddy, husband, brother
uncle, best friend, lover
builder of model cars & trains
even through the pain, trying to maintain
to make sure everyone would be alright
for when you finally said goodnight
still there was no way to prepare
even though we all know this world is unfair.
but you were our uncle Danny
best friend to Gail & Gary
son of Joe & Mary
from Breanna, Tyler, CJ, Brandon & Chris
you will surely be missed
you’re were the only pop pop they’ll ever get
this is why fallen star, just won’t fit
you’re more than a star-
more like a galaxy
especially to Danielle, Shannon & Kimmy.
but still, galaxy seems so far away so close to our hearts is where you’ll stay.
a good man who loves his chicken salad,
just seems more valid.
Rest in peace Daniel Rhein
even though it wasn’t your time.
*based on the hospitals’ patient status. a rising star means someone is getting better. a plain star just means you’re there & a fallen star means…well…ya know.
when folks say i got married too young…
it’s very annoying.
who are you to judge what age is acceptable for marriage? there are girls in other cultures who would say i got married too old.
i found the one & it didn’t take until the age of forty to realize that. they say i don’t know what i want because i’m so young, the first marriage is always for love, i should travel more first and aspire to my full potential before settling down. i don’t want to travel alone. surrounded by strange lands with fleeting friends- wouldn’t you rather unravel the mysteries of the world and behold it’s beauty with someone who is; your best friend and lover then return home, gawking over each other and laughing until you cry re-telling your friends about the misadventures you two shared? i would. i will. he isn’t holding me back. if anything he’s thrusting me forward (pause) by diving head first (pause) into every endeavor with me, supporting me wholeheartedly. he’s pushing me forward. when i get down and just want to melt into my bed, he pulls me up-makes me realize my potential. when i reach my life goal and become successful i’d rather someone by my side who experienced the climb with me, the person who took every step with me & carried me when i couldn’t carry myself. they think we’ll grow apart & maybe we will but i see no fault in admitting when our run is at its end because shit happens. see, i decided that if i can’t be myself around someone then i’m not sticking around. if you get mad because i’ve had Macklemore’s latest album on repeat for the last two months or because i want to stay out doing hoodrat things with mah frands & eating white castle at 4am then i’m out. but if i can read the saddest part of john green books aloud & not feel stupid about crying when i start (which will happen because that’s just the magic of john green writing) then i’m staying. i’m staying forever.
Hemingway before Dorsey
^_^
#andthatsallihavetosayaboutthat
Defining Moments
there are some people in life who need to have concrete definitions to understand-things…the way the world works & etc. but I am not one of those people. I do not to be told something is what it is. if you were to sit on a table & call it a chair I would not fight you on that because in your own way it has been defined; you are correct. who am I to tell you otherwise? even if I was a skillful carpenter and made chairs for more than half my life I still cannot tell you that you are wrong. a chair is an article of furniture designed for seating. if you design a table for seating, does it now only hold that trait? I think not. & you’re free to think whatever it is you think. that’s the beauty of creativity. unfortunately there are classes and people designed to convince you otherwise (which is why as we grow we lose the ability to think abstractly like young children). yes this theory doesn’t apply to EVERY class (pi is 3.14 no ifs, ands or buts) but for the ones that it does, exploit it. & when they try to silence it, scream it or blog it.
but my pants aren’t on fire
I’m not even wearing pants.
my dress is painted a shade of guilt with little flowers on them. the floral print you hate so much because it reminds you of your grandmothers couch.
Enchantment of the Flesh 