A hero to me is not just a person who died for their country
or went inside a burning building or stuff like that.
A hero to me is a single mother who survives every day by herself,
A teenager against all odds getting through life,
An alcoholic walking into a rehab center,
A father being not just a father
but a friend, caregiver, supporter, a brick wall for his kids.
A friend, who no matter what or how wrong you are,
stands up for you and takes your side.
A hero, who no matter how hard they are being hit or pushed or beat down,
no matter how bad they are emotionally or physically or psychologically,
they stand up and keep going.
They push through the pain of life, love, kids, work, school, drugs,
sports, parents, heartbreak, alcohol; that to me is a hero.
A person who isn't just there, but is there living, breathing, and surviving.

what happens after death?
no one really knows.
and honestly --
i don't think
i want to know.

some say
you go to heaven.
or hell.

others like to believe in
the afterlife,
in ghosts,
in wandering,
in haunting what's
left behind.

but me?
i just like to think
its just
that it's a kind of closure.
one thats quiet,
and final.
the kind that doesnt need
to be explained.

Time is slow, time is fast.
It never stops, but it always lasts.
It's time for bed, it's time for school.
To waste your time is to be a fool.

If the time is right, the timing will be perfect.
Having the time of your life will always be worth it.
Some spend their time mad,
Some spend their time sad.
For some people time is all they ever had.

Some spend their time and some people save it.
Some love wasting time and some people hate it.
People waste time being in jail
People waste time being mad when they fail.

Some people have lots of time to spare.
Others spend their time not having a care.
It's time to stop, it's time to go.
Time can move fast or it can move slow.

You can lose yourself or lose your mind,
But as life goes on you will never lose time.

Someone once told me,
"You’re shining. Even if it doesn’t always feel that way."
I in fact, have been feeling that way.

I sit and think about all the pain and problems I've gone through.
Thinking before, "I'm so done. What am I gonna do.??"
I now say to myself "I am so strong for keeping up and fighting my hardest. "

"I'm
so
proud
of
you."

Why do we read books?
Why do we listen to music?
Why are we alive?
What's the purpose...

I've heard a lot of people say:
Follow your dreams.
Let your heart lead the way.
Have GOALS and WORK for them.

But something is off.
You don't need to do something big
To be significant.
You don't need to be important
To be authentic.

The purpose of life is to live.
Really, actually, willingly live.
Something so simple but so hard to understand,
Sometimes even hard to achieve
Is to be alive...

We don't read just for the plot.
We don't listen just for the chorus.
We read because we love the book.
we listen because we love the song.

Enjoy. cry.
Learn. Live.

You know, you're enough. You're important
even if you don't feel like it.
If you spend your life chasing meaning
You might miss it----
Unless you look around
And see the little things
while still running.

The ocean flowed in the breeze
I could feel the waves as they pushed
My fingers began to freeze
It was cold, sharp as a thorn bush.

I was lost on an island.
I couldn't see a boat.
And I thought I could find them
So I created a note.

"Farewell my good friends.
Enjoy those fun days.
But this is where my fun ends
Continue to be full of craze."

I want to run, I want to hide
From all the pain he caused inside.
I want to scream, I want to cry.
Why can't I tell him goodbye?

I want to move on; I just can't let go.
I love him more than he will ever know.
I want to start over, I want to feel free!
But this pain will never leave me be.

He hurt me bad; the pain is deep
From all the promises he couldn't keep.
All the lies I heard him say
Are in my head and just won't fade.

How can I forget him, leave him behind?
Erase the memories from my mind?
He doesn't love me, and he never will.
He will never care how I feel.