.This.Is.For.

This is for the kids who aren't accepted.
For the ones who try and the ones who don't.
This is for the kids who are unhappy, depressed, and neglected.
This is for the cheerleaders who yearn to be accepted.
This is for the football players who have a reputation.
This is for you.

This is for the famous people, you're just like all of us.
This is for the new born babies who can't survive on there own.
Lifeless, and have no clue what they are in for.
This is for the kids who sit alone.
Who might not know how great they really are.
This is for you.

This is for my old friends who have made me smile.
This is for the homeless women who we all feel bad for.
This is for the sick people who strove to get better.
This is for the selfish who have no clue how lucky they are.
This is for you.

This is for my brother and his new ways.
This is for the boys who never give up.
This is for the kids who never stopped trying.
This is for my ex boyfriend who made me feel great.
This is for you.

.I.am.me.

I am just a normal girl. In the same ordinary world as every single one of you. I was recently asked "when will we own ourselves completely?" it made me realize for as long as I am on this earth breathing I will always own myself completely. For those of you who are doing wrong don't deserve to own yourselves completely. And I keep forgetting no one is perfect. I keep forgetting everyone deserves to be accepted. I keep forgetting that we are all equal. I keep forgettimg that we are so much alike. I keep forgetting that tonight won't be the last time I see the light. I keep forgetting to take my life for granted in case this is the last time I see the light. I keep forgetting that I'm not alone, and that no matter who you are you won't make me feel alone. I'm a very forgetful person. And my list continues. I keep forgetting I keep forgetting I keep forgetting.

The.Curious.Case.Of.Benjamin.Button

OW: Benjamin Button lives in an old persons home, & his mom is the one that takes care of the old people. Benjamin Button isn't an ordinary person he lives his life in reverse.
Call: Benjamin meets Daisy. She never leaves his mind even when they were just little kids. He is madly in love with her.
Refusal: He goes to surprise Daisy by going to her watch her Ballet. He then sees that she has a boyfriend and doesn't believe he can get her back.
Mentor: His mom is the biggest person in his life. She helps Benjamin through everything, And always keeps him so positive towards things.
Threshold: He realizes when Caroline stops coming to visit him at night that he truly cares about Daisy.
Test, Allies, and Enemies: Him and Daisy have a kid and he runs away and leaves Daisy.
Approach: Over the years he comes to her ballet studio and tries to talk to her and get forgiveness.
Ordeal: Daisy then comes to visit Benjamin at his hotel. But then leaves him again.
Reward: She gets a phone call, saying that Benjamin isn't doing so great. She decides to come and take care of him when he is losing his memory when he is now a young boy again.
Road Back: Keeps getting younger.
Resurrection: Daisy loves Benjamin.
Elixir: Dies once a new born baby again.

.Ordinary.World.

All Things New.

Meet Rosie. She is an 18 year old girl. She is a dancer, New boyfriend, Not many friends. And eats alone at lunch. Not many people notice her, but she doesnt let that bother her. She is worried about heart break and thinks about it daily. She has a lot that crosses her mind every second of every day.  Each day Rosie gets up and leaves for school at the same time. Comes home. Goes to dance every day at the same time, eats, then goes to bed. Recently Rosie has not been the same. She has been late to school, misses dance, and goes to bed an hour later then she usually does. She has so much on her mind so she thinks that taking a "break" will clear stuff up. In her life she has many people to please. Her parents who which pay for her classes for dance. And her boyfriend, who she tends to never see.

Will Rosie keep her boyfriend? Will she quit dance? Will she be confused for the rest of her life? Will Rosie ever just be happy?

.outsider.

We were in the 7th grade.

Who knew there was a war.

A war with the whole world.

She keeps her head bent over her desk so her hair flips in front of her face.

She has uncombed stringy hair that is black with orange ends.

She looks like a monarch butterfly.

She writes on the board for the rest of class.

She suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder.

I'm just an outsider looking in.

 

.us.

Us.

Such a vague word.

No Clear Definitions.

Just Actions.

Us begins with two people.

Two people who are friends, or madly in love.

Love.

Such a simple word.

Love simply the definition of what i feel for someone like you.

It takes two of us to fall in love.

takes two of us to try.

& takes two of us to make it last forever.



.Chances.

Chances.

You take chances at least 100 times a day.

You never know when you do.

Everything is a chance.

Biggest chance in a  teenagers life is...

Love.

I take chances every time i like someone new.

The worst that can come out of it is...

I don't like you, or im taken.

Chances are apart of life.

And we grow up from that.

Not everyone is going to like you.

But im really glad i took a chance on you(: <3

.Everyone.

I now invite each and everyone of you  to rock out.

Rock out like devendra rocks out while playing his music.
Rock out like you are the only one on this earth.
Rock out like its your last day on this earth, So that each second is very well spent.
Rock out like boulders being to tumble.
Rock out like your falling 10,000 ft.

Rock out like you're running from something so great.
Rock out like the dust on my feet.
Rock out like guitar strings while being played.
Rock out like the joy your mom brings.
Rock out before anyone sings.

Rock out like your broken hearted knowing you'll find someone so much better.
Rock out like its the last thing you'll ever do.
 Rock out like you were born to rock out.

Rock out like no one will judge you.

Rock out just to rock out.
Rock out darling rock out.

.:death:.

Death...
Such a blunt word. & also pretty slef explanitory.
Death in which means ending.
Not for just a split second but for eturnity.
Once you leave this earth, you can not come back.
Life should be taken for granted.

And each individual should be treated as you wish to be treated.
Its not worth ruining someonse life for you satisfaction.
I've been to many funerals and it doesnt hit me that they are really gone until that day, you see them laying there lifeless, & peaceful.
Death is the scariest thing out there.

Death is to the extreme.
Death is not what i want to experience.
But when it's here it's here.
Thats when you should really start taking things for granted and do everything you ever imagined.
But dont think of death as the worst thing, even though it sort of is....
But it's really not the worst as long as you are satisfied with life.
Goodbye world, & goodbye to you.

.Boulevard.Of.Broken.Dreams.

I walk alone, I walk alone...
Here i am nobody around. feeling like im way back in the olden days wondering what had happened.
I walk alone, I walk alone.
Where are all the people i had expected here?
 Shattered windows, Such a dark place, & nothing is looking that great.
I walk alone, I walk alone.

Desert air calling out my name. I dont quite get how people could ever live this way.
I walk alone, I walk alone.
Coming from a big city, to this.
Not the best experience.
I walk alone, I walk alone.

Trash everywhere, boarded up newspaper stands, & buildings.
No life exists.
except me...
I walk alone, I walk alone.

I've walked over an hour and i feel as if i had not moved from this same exact spot.
Everything looks the same.
Forgetting you and all your mistakes.
i will always be walking alone.

.Thinking.About.You

Im in class right now...
Not trying to get you off my mind.
Cause im thinking about you like CRAZY!

I'm thinking about you like..
A guitar thinks about its strings.
Like a Queen thinks about her king.
Im thinking about you like a cat thinks about chasing.
Like a chef thinks about tasting.

Im thinking about you like..
Chris Sharma thinks about climbing.
Like a Rapper thinks about Rhyming.
Im thinking about you like a bird thinks about flying.
Like a baby thinks about crying.
And a human thinks about dying.

Im thinking about you like...
a writter thinks about writing.
Like people think about fighting.
Im thinking about you like a candle thinks about burning.
Like a student thinks about learning.

I’m thinking about you like...

.Love.

Love...

Love is like a blank page. No clear explenations, confusion, & just a mystery

Love is a sunset. Beautiful,Great, & may or may not end

Love is the ocean.

Love is many colors.

Love is summer.

Love is unforgettable. Once you have felt it you don't dare let go.

Love is victorious.

Love is a poem.

Love is a song.

Love is simply romance.

Love is a memory.
Love is a desire

Love has no directions.
Love is taking a chance