Tales of a Teenage Nobody.

I'd be lying if I said I don't think about death...

When I was little I use to think about what would happen if I lost a parent, or both my parents in some type of freak accident.
I never thought it would actually really happen.
I think I've experienced a lot more death than any 17 year old should have to.
The only thing worse than actual death, is dying inside from all the heartbreak you experience.
From the deaths, from rude people that enjoy making up rumors just to spice up there own lives, and from stupid boys that don't know how to respect girls.
It's a pain that hurts you so bad on the inside and you can litterally feel your heart breaking.
Thats the worst kind of death.
If only people knew the story behind everyones fake smile, maybe the world would be a little bit better of place.

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

I walk alone, I walk alone.
I don't even know how I got here, or what I'm doing here.


To my right i see a plane that has just crashed, it's burning, and two survivors are running and calling out for help. 
But i walk alone. I walk alone.


To the left i see an old run down hospital but there are two ambulances outside loading an elderly couple into them. 
I walk alone, I walk alone.


I turn around behind me because I hear a car screech. A helpless lab has just been hit and is panting for breath. I turn to go run and help, but something turns me back around. 
Yet I continue to walk, alone. I walk alone. 


As I continue to walk I see a piano that has never been played, and pointe shoes that have never been danced in. I see a Arizona State acceptance letter, and as I reach to grab it, it bursts into flames. 
I walk in shame. 
I walk alone. 


I look  up and see something glistening in the sun, a ring. I slip it on my left finger. 
I continue to walk alone.
I see white fabric flowing in the wind. I pick it up and put it on my head.  I see a bouquet of flowers. And as I pick them up I turn and walk onto the Boulevard of Dreams. 


I'm no longer alone.

Thinking of You

I'm thinking about you like the stars think of the moon, like the moon thinks of the sun. Like the sun thinks of the day to come.
I'm thinking about you like druggies think about getting high. Like planes think about getting high.
I'm thinking about you like a heart thinks about healing. Like a boy thinks about cheating and all the other possibilities.
I'm thinking about you like grass thinks about growing and strippers think about showing, like kids think about knowing.
I'm thinking about you like Alice thinks.
She thinks too much.
Like cowboys think about riding, and kids think about hiding.
I'm thinking about you summer thinks about fall. Like kids think about the fall because they're dreading going back to school.
I'm thinking about you like the terrorists thought about making the twin towers fell. Like so many hearts that day thought of their loved ones. Thinking, hoping praying they'd be safe. I'm thinking about you on this day like so many others, thinking about their loved ones that they've lost. I'm thinking about you and all the other heroes across this great nation. God Bless.
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What is love?

All you need is LOVE. Or so the infamous Beatles once told me.
LOVE is a River. Every time you step back into it, it's a NEW BEGINNING.
It's a puzzle, and you'll never be able to finish it until you find the one with the last piece to your heart. 
LOVE is like a severe case of CANCER, it vigorously spreads through your body and there's no stopping it.
LOVE is a Disney movie.
It's a country song playing in the background while a couple is kissing in the pouring rain.
LOVE is a helpless newborn, that needs caring and nourishment to grow.
It's a penny in the rain.
It's a dog chasing his own tail.
LOVE is heartbreaking. You usually don't realize what love is there, until you've lost it. 
It's untold story in everyones heart, that no one has the time to listen to.