I try my best at everything.
I push myself to my greatest lengths.
I always get back up,
When I fall down.
Something good may happen,
Every once in a while.
And I feel okay for some time.
But then it happens again.
I fall.
I tumble.
I crash and burn.
I cannot stop falling.
I cannot stop failing.

But,
What if we have it all wrong?
What if reality,
Isn't what we think?
What if our dreams were reality?
A world where we can fly,
Lounge above the clouds
Have super powers,
Fall in love with no complication,
Always beat the bad guy.
Why do we always-
Have to accept that we are stuck,
In such a horrible world
When we have the power to go other places?
Why can't sometimes,
We just dream?

"You don't look like you write poetry.."
Well, why not?
Is it because I am an athlete?
Is it because you misinterpret my personality?
Is it so hard to believe,
I can put my thoughts down
In a way I feel better?
Tell me,
Tell me please.
What does a poet look like?
Do all of them look the same?
Act the same?
Messy hair and beanies.
Scarves and hot tea.
Hipsters.
Suicidal or lovestruck.
Black or white.
The "artsy" types.
Typical stereotypical ideas of poets.
But we are not the same.
We are all different,
Except for one thing,
We all understand each other.
So please never judge me again,
Just because you don't understand
Our world.

How is it that you don't think I know?
Acting completely different,
This isn't you.
The more you do this,
The more you get under my skin.
It makes me angry.
You are only looking for attention.
I have only one thing to say.
Be careful,
My friend,
For you will eventually find
The attention you were looking for.
And it will be different than you thought.

I stumbled,
And I fell down a dark hole.
I ended up with plenty of bruises,
As I hit the jagged edges on the walls.
I fell for a very long time.
But,
I finally hit the bottom.
It was the worst pain-
I had ever experienced.
But all that mattered-
Was that I was alive.

My favorite time to go to the ocean-
Is when the crowds leave,
The umbrellas go away,
And the darkness of night falls upon the sand.
The stars glisten like the diamonds they are,
And I just sit,
And listen to the waves pound against the shore.
Because no one else is around,
They tell me their secrets,
And speak to me stories of long journeys.
I listen for hours until I become tired,
It makes me sad to leave,
But I can only wish,
To come back tomorrow.

I swear to you-
Go to any ocean or mountain view,
And I'll be there.
I might be sitting in a chair,
Or perhaps upon a rock,
Or maybe I'm just standing,
Admiring.

You will know it's me,
By the way I am looking at the beauty.
I will be smiling.
My eyes will be shining.
I might even close my eyes,
And just listen to the songs of the world.
You will recognize me immediately.

Join me.
Join me and we will admire together.
Come find me,
And sit beside me.
We will love the world together.
All you have to do is recognize me.

I promise you.
Go somewhere beautiful,
And I'll be there, too.