Life is like a box of Coconuts.

Ehem….. hi! for those interested I have a facebook (i know) page for my Photography if anyone would like to like or just look at my work here is the link 

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https://www.facebook.com/LBelPhotography 

my tumblr one will be up as well just kind of ran out of time 

Thank you xoxo Laura

I love posting something before bed and waking up to find a piece has been featured… thank you editor, lovely morning surprise 

What says

What says goes the city lights
Exuberant bunch are we
Mingled clinks of half full glasses
Laughs and off shoulder glances
You can enjoy your 5 star meal
I’ve had mine, but a few times…
I case and think
how foolish I might look
Smiling incessantly
Walking so tall at 5’2 
With beads of sweat
Accompanying my solitude
To think for long seconds
I love the life I live
Humid, thirsty… Quenching
Love, the life I live
Grateful, I forever will be
Because I’m not that man
with the shriveled face all sour
Or the lady missing her legs
and her money
I am simply the girl
Who looks at everything
A little deeper
And doesn’t run away
when things aren’t so pretty
I know a hard life
and the ‘fine’ kinda one too
Gotta be the kind of person
Who flows all cool and balanced
Which one are you?

Climbing, falling she knew not where: the Money is in the god

purplemonkeysexgod69:

i spoke to God today on the subway train He was homeless holding His pants up
unsuccessfully with rope a bottle of liquor in a brown bag in His grasp —
black weathered hands He reeked of its contents — empty illusions He measured
time in folds of and deep indentations on…

Just monkey business

(Source: inkstained.net)

(Source: lacarpa, via lifeofnine)

theunconventionalpoet:

she moves
like blades of grass
in the wind
swaying
so free and alive

Bering this

soul-in-division:

My body aches
there is no rest
we are not the ones who stay
our blood moves as we do
restless
my great-grandfather told tales
tales of where the ancient ones began

he said
we have always traveled
left the others behind
for thousands of years
the hunt pushes us
and we call it home

he said
the waters were higher once
but this land bears us
a bridge the unknown
we traverse the earth

I haven’t been around… Busy and stuff… But mostly just don’t have the urge… It’s ok.. I’m chillin :)

xoxo Laura

tapnashey:

My memories are all that belong to me
This name came from my mothers mouth
This body and its parts
From grandfathers and grandmothers i never met
A place i call home refuses to acknowledge my existence
Fathers home i am afraid to return to
God gave me a soul
Take it all away, then what am i?

Wow