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•October 11, 2012 • Leave a Comment

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MirrorrorriM

•March 10, 2012 • Leave a Comment

For a feeling of forgotten,
This does not feel so bad
Seeing sincerity inside sometimes,
Does not always find a path
I linger in my loneliness, long enough to lose my lines
Moving mountains is not easy, making memories defined
Pen, paper, problem solving Continue reading ‘MirrorrorriM’

•September 19, 2014 • Leave a Comment

I’d burn this city down,
To show you everything
And I can see us now
It’s all the same to me
If only this were real,
We wouldn’t have to dream
So take my hand tonight,
We’ll write our own ending

You can tell me your secrets,
I’ll keep them inside
With the change of the seasons
No where we can hide
Think of any place
Any place at all
We can go there together
As the leaves start to fall

I never sleep at night,
You’re always on my mind

4-Hour Panic

•August 24, 2014 • Leave a Comment

It’s 8 P.M. and you’re walking.
(Suddenly, you hit a wall.
You turn to the left. Another wall.
You turn around. Another wall.
You start running in the direction you came from.
{You stop. Now your heart is pounding. Boom boom.
[Bo….bo…boomboom….bo…boom….bo….bobobo….boom
Is that right? It can’t be. Somethings wrong. I’m having a heart attack.
My chest, is tight. My lungs are gasping…]
Heart still pounding. Boom boom.
[Bo….boooom. Seriously. Something. Is. Wrong. Breathe. Boom. Breathe. Boom. Breathe]
Heart is still pounding. Boom. Breathe. Boom. Breathe}
You keep running, step, breathe, now you’re) walking, step, breath. (Wall.
You turn to the right. Wall.
Turn around. Wall.
Run. Faster. Run.
{You’re lost and you can’t breathe again. Your chest is tight. Something is WRONG
[What. Is. Wrong. Cancer? Heart attack? Stroke? No, I’m too young.
But what about that one guy it happened to? Fuck. I’m not too young.
Family history. Symptoms. Disease. Cures. Chances.
Yup. It’s happening. I’m dying. Fuck. I’m dying. Fuck. I’m dying.]
Now you recognize where you are. Breathe. Stride. Breathe. Stride.
[Wall. Turn. Wall. Turn. Wall. Turn. FUCK. COME ON, WHAT IS WRONG?!]})

It’s midnight and you’re walking.

•August 12, 2014 • Leave a Comment

It’s moments like this that we live for.
The moments when life beats you senseless, and leaves you bleeding.
The kind of beating you aren’t expected to recover from.
But it’s not the standing we live for.
It’s defying the odds.
When you hurt, you heal stronger.

It’s moments like this that we live for.
When the pain has finally subsided, just for a moment.
And you realize happiness is an option.
But it’s not the happiness we live for.
It’s the moments that make us happy.
When you smile, you live stronger.

It’s moments like this that we live for.
The moments that our hearts get stolen once again.
Though they never lost their way.
But it’s not the theft that we live for.
It’s the journey along the way.
When you follow the path you love, you walk stronger.

For it’s not those who create these standards that we live for, it is those that we die for.

Halfway

•July 16, 2014 • Leave a Comment

I can meet you halfway.
In between dreams and reality.
I know you’re forging a path through heaven,
But yet you never stray too far
For when I shut my eyes at night
You’re right there at the door

That’s The Spirit Of Arapahoe – Spoken Word

•December 15, 2013 • 1 Comment

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Photo Credit: Dylan Pierpont


Looking back, there’s a few things I would have changed about my high school experience.
I would have sat with the girl at lunch who was alone because her only friend was home sick,
I would have stepped in to stop the kid getting bullied for the way he dressed,
Instead I passed on by, caught up in petty high school drama, and pretended I did not see
Luckily, I found a home in my second school where this was far from a daily routine
We didn’t hate, and judge. We accepted and loved.
We came together after a series of tragic events
Suicide, attempted suicide, medical problems leading to death, suicide
I have never seen so much connection, so much support, so much strength
Until now. 

That’s The Spirit Of Arapahoe

When this happens, some things gets thrown around pretty quickly.
Where were HIS PARENTS?! Bring God in, LEAVE GOD OUT, bring GUNS in, leave GUNS out! 
Who? What? Where? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY?!
SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!
I don’t want to hear about your views and what’s wrong with our country,
My home is being shattered, piece by piece it is crippling to the hands of evil
And all you can do is PUSH the blame in any direction
I HOPE HE IS ROTTING IN HELL
Stop it!!! For he too has a family looking for comfort
And we do not fight hate with hate. 
We fight hate with LOVE.

The reality is
Our children are living in NIGHTMARES
Their innocence being taken shot by shot by shot by shot
Footsteps now bring fear, slamming doors lead to tears
Dont you worry though, things will go back to normal….
Normal?! What the fuck is normal anymore?
I’m awake at 5 in the morning, running on nothing but 4 hours of drunken sleep and PAIN
This community, everyone coming together again, now that is normal
That is how it should be, but I’ve seen it before,,,
And I also watched it fall apart.
But not this time.
No, I won’t stand to see it fall apart again,
This time we are stronger, this time we have force
Our backs against the wind.
Warrior STRONG 

Warrior: Noun – a person who fights in battles and is known for having courage and skill
Our battle is unclear, and we will never know exactly what we are fighting
But we have the courage gained from lions love
And the strength from the eagles circling above, 
Carrying the prayers to Claire, carrying the prayers to Karls family
A bruin waits with open arms as a lone charger leads us into battle
WE. ARE NOT. ALONE
We do not have to do this on our own

My heart is heavy, and my life is tainted
But my grandfather once told me, 
“No matter how dark the skies, no matter how long the storm,
There is a rainbow waiting for you at the end”
We have the unique chance to create that rainbow
We have a chance to END THIS STORM
So don’t go home tonight and voice your opinions on the things you naively think are going to solve this world
Go home and paint a rainbow

Just words.

•November 6, 2012 • Leave a Comment

I’m living minute to minute,
Split second change, I’m not with it
Caught off guard from the cynic
As a cynic who’s done with it

Stop, I try to be honest
Let it slide home like Holliday,
Seems the ump called it wrong again
And I’m stuck, looking up again
I fucking hate being down,
But the hand that reached for me drown,
In peer opinion and Crown
Like that, my head slams the fucking ground

So, why do I still try and climb?
When the opportunity is there
Even though I know that it’s just a mirage in the air
Thought I stare in the eyes, knowing it’s a fucking disguise
Hoping that my heart can shatter all the past-ties
Providing a light-switch for you, so you can see in the dark
Just to show you that life doesn’t have to be so damn hard
That the things you have been through, can be put in the past
To look forward to your future, and have great memories last
You’ve proven the critics and society wrong
But you’re stuck on your own mind, you can’t change the song
And you turn to bottles to make it all go away,
When you can just face the facts, the past is here now to stay
It’s how you deal with the shit that made you who you are
It’s how you use your experience to raise your own standard bar
Don’t let that piece of shit asshole, make you cry anymore
His words just waste air, when your words open doors
Live for yourself, do what makes you happy
If they don’t agree, then FUCK THEM
They can grow up the fuck up,
But you shouldn’t back down
Because you are important
I just wish you’d see that now.

 
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