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Jul 2017 · 184
If So
Pitch Hiker Jul 2017
If my fate is to be disrupted
And myself damaged
Than be my greatness
Destined to be a different kind of
Greatness
If my fate is to be changed
And myself challenged
Than be my success
Another
If my fate is to be a memory
And me to be forgotten
Than be my impact
Unforgettable as a scar
Jul 2017 · 245
A Girl I Wish to be
Pitch Hiker Jul 2017
I don't want to be the girl
Who screams
In order to be heard
I don't want to be the girl
People avoid
For fear of her enrangement
I don't want to be the girl
Who shies away from others presence
I don't want to be the friend
Who is never there for me
I don't want to be the girl
Looked down on
Or the girl others praise
Every which ways
I don't want to be known for my participation
But my desire to be free
I wish to be the girl
Strictly determined
Friendly with a smile
So carefree
But that's just the girl
I wish to be
Jul 2017 · 196
The Cold
Pitch Hiker Jul 2017
The cold  invites itself to render my hands still and sore
The cold threatens to numb my emotions
  And freeze my stare
The cold colors my lungs so they're blue
And have stopped their main function
The cold isolates my mind from reality
And I
I am in solitude
Jul 2017 · 205
Will You Find Me
Pitch Hiker Jul 2017
Will your hand to find my shoulder
When I find myself alone
Will your hand find my shoulder
When I'm lost in a crowd of people
Feeling smaller than small
Will your hand find my shoulder
When I'm laughing with a group of friends
And loneliness grabs my gaze
Will your hand find my shoulder
When sadness grips my heart  
And chokes out the hope
Till it's black and it's hollow
Will your hand find my shoulder
When I cried to you
When I feel there is nothing worth fighting for
Will your hand on my shoulder
When I'm standing in the discus circle
When I'm  in doubt
About my ability to break a record
Will your hand for my shoulder
When I fall from the tree I trusted
I need someone to help me up my knees
Or someone to catch me if I can't catch me
Then to console me
I hope your  hand finds my shoulder
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
Jul 2017 · 184
Dancing Eyes
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
Jul 2017 · 298
The New Kid
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
Jul 2017 · 183
Letter 103
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
Jul 2017 · 169
Acception
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
Jul 2017 · 349
Can You Talk Me Out Of It
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
Jul 2017 · 235
Happy is
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
Jul 2017 · 118
Look to me
Pitch Hiker Jul 2017
I have been emptied
Not by solitude
But by longitude
And latitude
Geography has never really been my thing
I got horrible grades in eighth grade
Because I simply didn't care
But my friends thought different
They stopped looking through me and started looking
To me
So I begged my teachers to give no sign of my bad grades I stayed after and worked
But I pleaded for them to not show a soul
Not because I was embarrassed
But because I didn't want to ruin what my friends thought they had
I could relate
But I had to pretend I was someone I wasn't
And that's what school has made me
I need to walk into soccer
With confidence
Run like the past is chasing me
Play like no ones watching
And live like I never have before

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