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Pitch Hiker Jul 2017
I no longer write on your seemingly blank pages simply because I was tired of going unread
I stopped writing my notes in you when
You got too busy reading others
Your cover still inflawed but your pages
They are burning
Holes are being poked and you seem less than concerning
Are used to write my own unknown feelings behind the two walls
You had bind together at the spine
And I never told a lie
But never really explained why
I was happy since I was given empty pages
But only in the beginning
Little did I know others wrote with invisible ink
And I to wear to one day be just that
Invisible
Pitch Hiker Jul 2017
We aren't taught to see
The pain behind someone smile
Or taught to realize that their smile is fake
We are not taught to read between the lines
And read someone's tear dampened eyes
I was not taught to drive someone's dampened eyes
I was taught hate
And to be the cause of ones dampened
eyes
But I dream not of the days that I make
Someone's eyes damp
I rather dream of making them dance
Pitch Hiker Jul 2017
Not much I wish to know about this kid
I never wished to meet with preconceived ideas of adulthood
He is the taste of the free adulthood that they think they've been missing out on
He's just another relatable tortured boy
But there are yearning for freedom from restrictions is too strong for them to realize
They follow him like a leader of some cult
Because **** and alcohol a role model's not even Nelson Mandela can face
They are easier to reach than he is
It's easier to make contact with the Pfister a foot and a hand to hand handshake
And easier to be ignored rather than being one of millions saying there something ****** wrong with this place
It's ugly and I see more of it sometimes then I intend to
And I just get angry like the rest of them
But what the hell
Pitch Hiker Jul 2017
I hope you're listening tonight and in case this is the first time you're hearing me I talk to you almost every night I've been trying to picture heaven I'm trying to picture it's skies and it's rivers I bet the scene is fulfilling  it leaves me restless not knowing I did well this year in soccer not so much in school but I know you see why I feel your presence when I'm on the field or in the circle or in the court when I'm sitting in my room as my world resets itself from all I have had to take and I feel your arms around me and a hug when I Feel defeated I feel you with me when I try to run out the sadness of you not being here I feel your full breath in the wind and I feel you catch me when I let go it's not easy for me to go on like the world is still round and moving in full orbit  it feels pretty flat and still from where I'm standing in a series of twists and turns it becomes a whirlwind a breathless whirlwind all my paper letters burn because I have never known what to say  and on the day you left I was 7:50 instead of getting to tell you what you were or who you were I hope your cold still hand and I told the shell of you that you are truly my best friend it's not often when you look at someone on the complete opposite end of the spectrum from you that instantly connect in those days I will never forget because you taught me beautiful simplicity Anyway no other Ever would or could I always expected you to be around I expected to see you at my graduation it was a long lasting exaggeration and a dead hope now buried so deep in the ground I can't believe it ever lived I hadn't known down that first hand until I met life and you are the one who shaped me not by lecturing me or by trying to give me all of your lessons before you left but with your  watery blue eyes  and your enlightened smile as if there were thousands of reasons you were doing so you've taught me to try to do the same but what you had was effortless it's with years of practice and work and trust and faith but now to show people happiness it's effortless  and that will last me forever I'm just glad I got to spend a little bit of my time with you even if it were the end of yours
Pitch Hiker Jul 2017
Dear journal
If traveling has taught me anything
It's that no matter where you go
People won't accept you
People don't tend to change
State to state
I guess I figured that out to late
But it's ok
We are having a great time
But my mind won't stop from blurry windows
To closed eye lids
My mind won't stop moving
But it's ok I like it that way
It keeps bad things off my mind
And I need that from time to time
We climbed a hill today
It was pretty big
It was pretty fun
I learned a lot about limits
And how people bestow you with them
Miles of mounains and hills
The gold mine and more
It was everything meant to be amazing
Acccept me standing in the middle of it all
Pitch Hiker Jul 2017
Can You Talk Me Out Of It
I hope that at night you sit by my bed side and whisper a beautiful tomorrow in my ear
Because you know I don't want to see it's morning ever again
Without you waking with it
I hope that when I'm walking by myself
Your speaking to me that
My hearts not breaking
That I'm not really alone
I hope your holding my hand
And when I trip
And fall
I hope your laughing
With open arms like a granddaughter and her grandfather
I hope a hug heals my scrapes
And your words mend my heart
Broken by longing and lacking
I hope that when I'm singing
A song that makes me cry
That your singing with me
Carelessly and free
I hope that when I'm hiding in my room
Feeling as if my family has broke That you will be siting with me
With your arm around my shoulder
Telling me this won't last forever
And I hope that when I think of joining you up in heaven you can talk me out of it
-Pitch Hiker
Pitch Hiker Jul 2017
Happy is a feeling I get only every once in a while
Sad likes to visit often
Excitement is something I feel on the inside and only on the inside
Stress is my trainer and it rides along on my back
Regret is an unremovable knife in my back that sings of all the things I wish I could take back
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