The human mind is a miracle,
I'd call it the pinnacle.

Where postivity runs free,
And negativity buzzes like a bee.

Where confidence is rare,
But insecurity appears bare.

Where dissatisfaction is common,
And unhappiness looks like an almond.

Where serenity is easily found,
And everyone is home bound.

Where your darkness thoughts collide,
And your happiest thoughts are tied.

Where your memories are bottled up,
And your bad luck is thrown away in a cup.

Where living seems easy on the surface,
*But surviving somehow, became a race.

I think the thrill of this basic lies in the suspense of not knowing what would happen next,
The mystery if the person next to you right now will be alive as dawn approaches,
The mystery if you will be the same person you are today, tomorrow.

The urge to know what the future holds,
The desperate want to change what the past held,
The shameless regret of the present,
And the beautiful consequences of your past actions.

" The future lies in your hands "
That gives you the thrill
" Be a better person than you were yesterday "
That gives you the motivation to change

Change doesn't have to occur immediately,
One step at a time.
The smallest step of all steps,
As long as there is effort,
As long as there is dedication,
As long as there is hope,

There is change.
*In change, there is life.
In life, there is change.

It's that feeling of being so close
Yet not achieving

It's that feeling of falling so hard
Yet losing it all

It's that feeling of giving it your all
Yet not getting there

It's that feeling of surrendering your soul
Yet being let down, over and over again

It's that feeling of becoming tougher
Yet being crushed down, over and over again

It's that feeling of putting your trust in someone
Yet being stabbed in the back, oh so hard

It's that feeling of putting so much hope in something
Yet knowing that it'll never work

It never has, and it never will?

But you get up anyway,
And you try,
And you keep trying,
And you try anyway.

Because that's how you were raised;
*To keep trying
and never die,
a quitter.

Red,
Was the color of the blood running through her veins.

Red,
Was the color of her hope painted out on a thin, white canvas.

Red,
Was the color of her eyes the day you walked away.

Red,
Was the color dashed all over Gaza.

Red,
Was the color of her screams magnified as her family was gunned down.

Red,
Was the color of anger when you broke your promises.

Red,
Was the color of her parents heart when she succeeded.

Red,
Was the color that lit her whole universe,
Till the day you walked away.

" Don't listen to pop punk,
Don't listen to rock,
Those are the words of the devil,
Those aren't words you should be saying",
The mother lectures.

If only she knew,
The way Sleeping With Sirense churned my emotions,
The way Roger Rabbit gave me confidence,
The way Who Are You Now gave me perspective,
The way With Eyes To See and Ears To Hear made me feel okay.

The way Pierce The Veil messed with my thoughts,
The way Hell Above filled me with anger,
The way Million Dollar Houses filled me with hope,
The way King For A Day boosts my energy.

The way All Time Low brought forth my happiness,
The way A Love Like War made me feel so alive,
The way I Feel Like Dancin' made me feel like dancing,
The way Therapy, gave me therapy.

The way My Chemical Romace inspired me,
The way Welcome To The Black Parade gave me faith,
The way I Don't Love You ignited strength within me,
The way Teenagers made me feel normal.

The way You Me At Six enlightened me with joy,
The way Stay With Me made me feel whole,
The way Lived A Lie made me want to punch a wall,
The way Crash made me feel like crashing.

The way Mayday Parade poked daggers through my soul,
The way Miserable At Best lifted up my sunken ship,
The way Terrible Things made me feel like I was going to recover,
The way Stay made me want to stay.

The way Linkin Park generated electricity in my veins,
The way Numb made me feel numb,
The way Castle of Glass built me up all over again,
The way Breaking the Habit gave me the resilience to get up and fight.

Boeing 777
MH17
17/7/14.

“ Most of the passengers had no race,
But today they gained a nationality.
Today, we are united in grieve. “

Tragedy struck again,
One strike after another,
One blow after another.

Today, we lost 295 people,
Out of a grand total of 7.046 billion people.

To an individual,
The figures may mean nothing,
Comparatively.

But as a nation,
This was a hard one to accept.

How do you digest the fact that
295 people lost their future,
Overnight.

How do you digest the fact that
295 people are gone just like that.

How do you accept the fact that
Your country is falling apart,
Slowly,
But surely.