Take my hand and I’ll be alright. Summer nights and weekend fights are all we have. Your all I have.
If you want, I’ll sing you a tune. I’ve gotta warn you, it’s nothing new. But it’s all I have. I’ll give it all I have.
I’ll keep trying to be what you want. Ill keep trying to never wake up.

So wise so young, they say do never live long. But I won’t give up. Im right next to normal. Bid me run and I will strive with things impossible. Nothing’s impossible. I’ll keep learning how to fly. See the bird see ourselves. See the bird see ourselves.

O brawling love! O loving hate! O anything of nothing first create!
There’s nothing to say. There’s nothing to say.

Beauty is every where. Cliché, I know, but it’s still true. Have a great day :)

When I started this tumblr account, I thought I would only post shitty poems I’ve written. But now, I don’t think I will. Now, I’m going to post whatever the hell I want. It could be a poem or just me rambling on about what’s going in in my head, because I really need a place to ramble about what the hell is going on in my head. Or it could be pictures I’ve taken, trying to find something beautiful and needing to share it with the world. And people can like it, or they can hate it. Whatever I don’t care. This is not for the people, this is for me.

I’m scared.
I’m scared to say how I feel,
what’s on my mind
because honestly-
I have no idea.

I’m sorry, too.
I’m sorry I can’t be the one
That is able to make you feel something.
Anything-
Everything.
If any one is reading this,
I’m sorry I’m not connecting with you.

Because I know how it is
To feel alone.
To feel hurt,
Betrayed,
Depressed.
And knowing you have no real reason to be.

I know how it feels
To search for words
From a complete stranger,
Thinking
Maybe, just maybe
They’ll tell me how I feel-
They’ll tell me why I feel.

Yeah, I’ve been there.
I am there.
But I’m not saying that I’m important,
That you should listen to me-
Cause you shouldn’t.

I’m no one special.
I’m not a poet or a writer or a painter.
I’m just a kid.
Trying so hard to find someplace
Where I can speak from myself.
Where I can speak for myself.

But I’m scared.
Even now, I pause,
Reading and re-reading.
Trying to see if the words
On this screen correctly express
How I feel.
Instead of letting my heart talk-
And my mind listen.