To This Day

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ltun92DfnPY

but at night

while the others slept

we kept walking the tightrope
it was practice
and yeah
some of us fell

but I want to tell them
that all of this shit
is just debris
leftover when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought
we used to be
and if you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself
get a better mirror
look a little closer
stare a little longer
because there’s something inside you
that made you keep trying
despite everyone who told you to quit

 ~Shane Koyczan

Beautiful

She was beautiful,

not in the way you'd expect;

She didn't have gold locks of hair

eyes like the bluest skies

voluptuous lips

She was beautiful in the way she spoke

And the way she sang

She spoke like summer and walked like rain

and when she sang, she sounded like a river

and the highest note was the waterfall

She was beautiful

but not like a Victoria Secret model

She was beautiful in the way she thought

And the way her brown eyes sparkled

and glistened and twinkled like the night sky

She was beautiful in the way she moved

Like a whisper in the wind

She was beautiful in the way that

she could brighten up anyone's day

even when she couldn't smile herself

She was beautiful, but it was nothing

as temporary as looks

It was an everlasting beauty

deep inside her

The Eternal Hunter

“How terrible it is to love something death can touch”

Life and death;

two different plots but one enticing story

so similar yet so different

when your back is turned and you’re most vulnerable

it creeps up on you…

and strikes

quickly but certainly.

The sun is shining on this dark day

Death came and you wonder why,

But all you can do is say goodbye

Is his presence far or near?

You just want him to be here

An unfinished book

A silenced scream

Death is the worlds best hunter

Nobody can hide

One day everyone will see

On this earth it is the only inevitability

Death cannot be controlled or tamed

It is a journey of grief, mourning, undeniable fear

Try as you might you cannot avoid it

I have a dream~

When I was six, I had a dream that by the time i was sixteen, I'd be famous. I don't know why and for what, but I was going to be all over the TV and the radio and my face would be on billboards and magazines. Everyone was going to know and love me and my life would have been perfect. Little did I know that no such thing like perfect exists.
When I was twelve, I had a dream that when I grew up I was going to be an amazing swimmer. One day I was going to go to the Olympics and represent my country. I wouldn't mind not being in the finals, just making it as far as the Olympics was good enough for me. I was going to get swimming scholarships for universities. I had my whole life planned out and nothing and no one was going to stop me. Little did i know
that a little later, in one day my life would change and I wouldn't be allowed to exercise that way ever again. After all, health over everything, right?
Now, I have a dream that one day i'll write a poem or a story i can be proud of to let sit in a museum exhibit as the only proof i existed. I have a dream that one day I'll stand in front of a massive crowd of people and have them stare in awe at the words I say. I want to touch peoples lives; inspire, fascinate, motivate them.
My parents named me Orla, which is an Irish name. Originally, it means golden lady and was a name given to queens and princesses. It was given to people who were thought they could do the impossible. When i learned that, I laughed, I don't know what to do with impossible! But i see impossible every day. Impossible is connecting with someone in this world. We meet all sorts of people all the time. Rich people that have nothing, poor people that have the world, kind people, not so kind people, funny people, people who think they're funny. We're constantly meeting people. But it's that impossible connection you get with some. It's what I strive for every time I write something and every time I stand on a stage and open my mouth.
This isn't my last piece of writing, but just in case, I'll try to get it right this time around.
Dreams come slow and they go fast
But I just want to remind you that while they last,
Remember that you can have it all, just not all at once.