Children- don't know who they are but don't care because they don't know any better
Teens- don't know who they are but have to because they are expected to
Adults- try to pretend they know who they are but really don't
Old People- know what they have known they're entire life: that we never really figure out who we are

Always is a promise
To never leave
To never run
To never go when it gets tough or painful
To fight through things side by side
To alway be there
To love forever and never stop being there for the person you love
Always is a promise.

Lust is blinded by desire but love looks with clear eyes.

Your just an arms length away, within grasp of my finger tips Down a long streching runaway making more of an appearance that seems like a mirage rather then a finger tipped length away.
I reach out and grasp nothing. A thin, empty air is all I feel in return.

I think I'll come back to you
But I need to know it first.
I need to know.
Know that you will finally stay instead of leave.
That you seek instead of hide.
That, finally, you will see rather than be blind.
How I feel isn't going away.
So don't treat me like I am.
But first I need to know that you won't either.

Rain is falling.
Tap tap tap
A constant beat
Just like a heart.
Thump Thump Thump
As it is
Nature is the true constant.
Not the heart.

You know I see all these people
They drink
They smoke
They do drugs
They cut
They physically **** themselves inside and out
And you know what I do?
I write on my arms
And every single one of the people above judge me for what I do

Whisper sweet lyrics into my ears as I crave the words falling from mouth to my ears based on old memories of infinite times. Just fall Into each line
with a soul beatin faster than a heart
And love of what you've created and now you can a sing a song

The darkness hides monsters in the night
The lighting blinds us from them during the daylighting
So which do i pick to fear?
The sunlight or the shadows?

I think heaven and hell collaborated on one thing before they gave up on each other.
Love.
Because heaven and hell are the only things you feel when you're in it.

Tap
Tap
Tap
I'm waiting.
Tap
Tap
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Hey, inspriration, I'm waiting.
Tap
Tap
Tap
Oh, who the hell am I kidding?
I have no freaking clue of what I want to say.

City lights capture hands in the darkness giving shadows to a perfect silhiloette. Eyes meet as the diamonds overhead sparkle with passion. An unaturally warm breeze blows, giving the air a tender feeling. They see nothing for a moment, only each other through a scoping vision that makes everything else disappear around them. They don't see the glistening stars shining or the magestic city lights off in the distance. All they see are each others eyes. All they see is each others soul wrapped in a peaceful gaze. All they can see is each others heart melding into one soul. All they can see is what they have created together.
All they see is all that they want to see, their love

Oppertunity is a door.
It won't come knocking, but if you knock on it, it will open.

We need to believe we can exsist.
We need to believe that we can stop destroying the world.
We need to believe that we aren't the flaw the world created by mistake.
We need to believe that we need to be here.
We need to believe in ourselves and our meaning.
We need to believe in the hope that we could get better.
We need to believe.
Because if we don't, there will be nothing left to believe in.

A cage, that was gold spun metal in the form of searing hot bars formed a gilded entrapment around the bird and its wings and in addition to the searing pain when ever it touched the bars, every time the anxious head tried to pop free it was stopped by barbs and neddles and thisles protruding everywhere. It didn't want to escape, it just wanted freedom. The ability to spread its wings and fly, the rush of the wind under soaring wings amd ruffled feathers,  the feeling of togetherness that gave, that's was it wanted, freedon.

Freedom is trust.
Trust that you won't ***** up.
Trust shows that you believe in someone.
That you trust them to do the right thing
And clean up their own messes
And not let fear control everyone elses life.
Trust is freedom.
It's the freedom to believe that what I can do is greater then what others think.
Its the freedom to hope that my life can be better.
It is the freedom to believe in hope.
Freedom is hope.

Defy all you want to be
Defy what is seen
Defy your dreams and hopes and reach the stars
Pass the clouds and soar among the night sky
Defy to fly
Defy to be passed by
Defy to live in the world you want
Defy what is you
And then defy who you should be
Its the only way to become what you want to be.

Will you love me when I have snot dripping from my nose and when I'm sneezing my head off?
Will you still love me when my bones creak with old age and my skin withers away to nothing but wrinkles?
Would you still love me if I started sceaming like a mad women and never stopped?
Will you still love me when you see what I am instead of who you think I am?
Will you love me through everything life can throw at us and all the madness underneath?
Will you love me forever and never let go?
Will you?

Each book is Alice's rabbit hole
A long hole to another place
A place with hope, wonder, imagination, belief
Every new story gives me that
So why should I ever stop reading?

People kissing
Two hands intertwaining
A tender finger tracing patterns on skin
Two pairs of eyes meeting for the first time
Talking about nothing that is everything
Clinging to one another as if separating would **** them both
Being hugged tight enough to be molded into that person
Promising to never let go of the infinity they created in those moments

Family is bigger than what's in our blood.
Its the people we feel at home with.
It's the people who you hide nothing from,
aside from maybe a few white lies about haircuts or clothes.
It's the different world you enter when you're with them.
They're the safe haven of your life
It's the place where you only have to be you
And they don't expect you to be anyone else
And they always will because they're your
                                                        Fami­ly

Please never hate us for we need you to save us
Please never turn your back on us even when we turn on you
Please believe in humanity even when we lose our faith in you
Please believe in what the world can be rather than what it is
Please believe we need you despite what everyone thinks
And please
Please keep believing in the good instead of the bad

We fall in love with each others souls
The way we see the soul is through the eyes
So when your heart broken think this:
Change blue eyes to brown
Brown to green
Green to hazel
And hazel to blue
That way you'll find the right pair of eyes to look at you
And find the right soul to fall for

I know this time is precious
I know these quiet moments are valuable
I know that the time right before everyone wakes reals like home.
There's no time to think about worries then
Or be concerned about the future
Or be worried that I don't know who I am yet
I don't worry about these things in the quiet of the morning because this time right now is peace.
And peace is worth fighting off worries.

See what we be or
See who we need to be
See what we are or
See what we aren't
See the beauty or
See the flaws
See the bad or
See the good
And see everything that we should be
Not everything that we are

This doesn't matter if you read the book or not

Winston and Julia got an infinite moment when they held hands.
This forgetten romantic gesture caused a lapse in time.
They got forever holding hands.
By being two pieces of a puzzle and connecting, they got infinity.
Just a small romantic gesture but they did it.
They got an infinite moment.

The mad man asks questions
The sane man doesn't bother to think of questions.
So you can call me crazy all you want
That doesn't mean I'll stop asking questions.

Our lives are like constillations
Sure we're in space, nothingness in its fullest meaning
And we have no clue where we're going
But still we are something
We exsist as who we are
And that gives us a form
But what makes us a consteillation is something different.
We are a consteillation because fate has created imaginary lines that lead us on a path we follow till we meet another star.
And that star makes life better for being there
Because if they weren't there hidden among all the stars it just be that another star in the sky.
With a consteillation, you feel whole.

We live in the past presnt and the future
This is how I know:
200 years ago this was the future.
200 years from now, this was the past.
And the present part, we live with the present life.
So the only way we don't live in the present is if we live in the past or the future
Which I guess I a problem
Because we already do

If I catch your eyes promise me you won't look away
If I hold my hand out to you promise me to grab it and never let go
If I fall in love with you promise you'll be there to catch me
If I get a broken heart from you promise that you will unbreak it
If we get forever promise to take it with me and we'll both be the best of you and me
But just promise me this: When we kiss you won't run away from me
Ever
Just promise

Love is like magic
Its a spell cast on you
It's not a curse
Or an evil omen
Or anything like that i swear
It's a spell that makes you the happiest person on the planet
Or maybe the universe
That spell cast is a joyous union of unending bliss that can't be bought or sold, only obtained by holding two different hands around it
So tell me why no one believes in magic?
If true love is a spell then why does no one believe in magic when that's all true love is.

You wanna know why it's better to take the high road?
There's less trafic
You know why?
Because no one ever takes the high road

You have long hair and I have short hair
You where t-shirts and I wear tank tops
Your arms are clean and mine has writing on them
You have facebook and I have Hello Poetry
I carry around 6 books and you don't
I pay attention in class and you don't
The best years of your life will be in high school
And mine will be the rest of life
So you want to know the difference?
I'M NOT YOU.

How can life amount to anythinng when we don't know how to live it?
Do we just keep pretending to live, like it's our fate to live a half life?
Do we just pretend that that is normal and what becomes of those who are?
Or can we change that?
Can we live full lives?
Can we live every moment of our lives alive?
Can we be alive everyday of our lives and know we'll have no regrets?
Can we truly live to be who we are?
Can we truly live?

I think the only way you can really see yourself is through someone else's eyes
It doesn't matter who's eyes you look through
Weither or not they be the love of your life
Or the bane of your exsistence
It just matters if they see you
Because if they do
Then all you need to do is look through and see you for you,
Because apparently, it's everyone else who knows you better then you do
And they are the only eyes that will ever look at you clearly

What if lightning wasn't just a flash?
What if we could experience that much light
That passion and heat forever?
What if lightning didn't flicker on and off
And leave clouds grumbling a sob
And raindrops that pour like tears?
What if the lightning stayed?
Would be so wrong for the flash to be quicker than a moment?
Why can't that moment last
Just a little longer than a flash of lightning?

The way they talk
The way they act
The way they are
The way they will always be
Is the same
So why does it bother them that I'm not the way they are?

I think the demons would knock down the door
If it weren't already open that is
I think they would hunt me down
That is if I was hiding
I think that their thinking for me
That is if they knew how to think

What's the best super power?
Invisibility?
The power to read minds?
To fly?
To have metallic claws?
To have blue skin and be anyone you want to be?
To fall in love?
I'm pretty sure it's the last one.
The greatest power in the world is the ability to fall in love.

"If the world cared more about home than gold the world would be a jolly place"
Maybe if everyone else thought the world wasn't gold
It could be a home to a jolly place

Look where hate has gotten
War, which can only **** the values that are left of humanity
Disease, the test of how much the masses can endure
Poverty, shows how far we've come just to destroy ourselves
A world on the brink of destruction
The world can't even focus in what it hates
It has become this emassive amount of hatred for what?
Why does no one see how they've destroyed the world by changing it from what it was?

Why does it matter where two people come from
Or what paths they're on
Or what direction they're going
As long as the paths lead them back to each other?
Why does it matter if they're different people
With different lives
And different carrers
And jobs
As long as they both work hard for each other?
What makes them so different?
They have the same heart and soul
So why are they different?

What the hell is it?
Where does it exsist?
Can it exsist?
How is it formed?
How do you get it?
Is it even possibly to have?
Why does anyone want it?

I wanna get lost with you
Just so we can find each other
I want you to find me
So we can save each other
I want to fall with you
Just so we can catch each other
I wanna chase you
Just so we hold hands together as we run
I wanna get lost
But first, that means you have to find me

The lungs and the heart are the most important organs
They're the only ones that need extra protection that isn't skin deep
They're the only ones with a cage around them
They need the protectiveness
Want to know why?
They're the only things that requires another person
Because you need someone else to breath for
And you need another person to have your heart beat for
So why not be safe?
Oh right
They're still in a cage

Write and right
Look how good the words are together

Understand this
Understand me
Understand something no one can see
Understand how I write
Understand that I'm without light
Understand the things I see
Understand that without that I'm not me
Understand who I am
Understand that I am me
And that there is no one else I would rather be

Love is this un-unstandable dream
That when anyone in the world wishes to dream
All they have to is wake up
Look around
And wait for someone to catch them
As they fall through endless bouts of time
And live in the infinity of a dream
That no one wants to wake up from

Life is just this yellow brick road
Its filled with stumbles and cracks that make us fall with no one to catch us
And we can only enjoy it when we get to the emarald city
Why can't we enjoy the road, the journey?
Why can't we stop and enjoy the scenes the journey gives us rather than just  looking forward at the emarald city?
Why follow the road to the city when all we have is the road?
We can't stop walking down the road
But why can't we notice it and everything it gives us?
Why is it that only the end matters when we can enjoy the journey there?
Why can't we enjoy our lives rather than just walking along the yellow brick road?

I was Marge to his Homer.
I was Lois to his Peter.
I was Francis to his Stan.
So I guess we were about as real as those people.