Try not to let go. .

Hold on,
for you'll never know when things could change.
Change is never easy, you fight to hold on.
You fight to let go.

Hold up.
Hold on don't be scared you'll never change what's been and gone.

Little girl there is hope. .

A little girl walks down that street every day & night
the little girl glances at her feet holding on to the only thing she has...

hope.

as she walks through the rain,
through the snow,
through the sleet,
through the thunder,
through the lightning
all she has left to do is wonder. .

what is it like to feel love?
what is it like to feel joy?
what is it like to feel stronger than weak?
what is it like to have people to love?
what is it like to show love?
what is it like to heal another broken heart?
what is it like to not feel pain?
what is it like to have a family?
what is it like to believe in things you may not see?
what is it like to have more than a hope of surviving?
what is it like to spend money on anything you wanted?
what is it like to fall in love?
what is it like to live in warmth and not lost on the streets?
what is it like to know your direction?
what is it like to be surrounded in perfection?

what is it like to wake up every morning with a real smile on your face, waiting for this beautiful day to begin, waiting for the laughter & love to rain down on in.
when every morning this little girl awakes, she fakes a smile that sets apon that dirty but yet so beautiful face, wondering when this episode of her life will be over, but then again realizing this is "her" life and nothing can change that reality. Realizing the pain she has and strength she with holds, the hope and faith she gains is much better than what everybody else holds in.

the missery of others around her, makes her soon realize things are given but then also things are taken, and holding onto that string of hope each day as she walks, she will never lose it. She is makeing a difference in this world every second and she doesn't even know it. Shes the reason for that question of

- how can such a little girl hold on to such big dreams & big hopes but is left there with nothing, and yet we feel broken if we don't get what we want, we feel like nothing in the world could get worse and each day we always think about ourself and our own faults & troubles when out there, there is so much else going on in the world that is more important then the little ups & downs we may feel from time to time. But that little girl holds on, and once something different and hard comes along we fall. Even if we have it all, we are the ones falling, not the little girl who holds on to hope & yet has nothing .

That little girl walks down that street everyday & night
the little girl glances down at her feet, holding on to the only thing she has left..

hope.

Breaking through that w a l l .

&maybe it's something that can't break through the wall,
are we holding back?
because we're affraid to fall..

is it something we are reaching for, that isn't in existance,
reaching out into that distance ;
because maybe we can't break through the wall,
but that doesn't leave us here to fall..

I don't want to hear your voice,

I don't want to see your face again,

I don't want to breathe you in,

I don't want to make that mistake i know i will regret,

I don't want you to make a promise, cuz' we both know you'll forget.

But maybe it's something i need more than i want, something i need to see on order to believe and move on.

As you down that whiskey, trying to take away the pain of your own so called reality, i hope it burns and makes you realize what you can not see. The pain you cause others and the pain you cause yourself. The regrets you lay apon yourself the love that i once felt.
in moments are taken away, by the way you medicate your soul. To medicate your feelings with alcohol to medicate all the shame & all that's left is pain.

I bet you're drinking your every chance away,
some things are better off not to say. .

glass of whiskey in your hand,
no one to save you from this regret you set apon yourself,
hopeing you won't fall this time, hopeing you'll land.

felt your heart beeting faster,
everytime you take that drink,
you feel that rush seconds after.

but after all,
maybe it's something that can't break through that wall,
are we holding back?
Because there's nothing letting you fall, besides yourself. .

Let go of what was, & hold on to what is.

It's the feeling where everything is fine today,
the feeling that everything will be okay,
It's the feeling of that sweet grace that lingers around you,
the feeling where love floats in the thin air inwhich surrounds you.

oh how the feeling is beautiful.

It's the fleeting hope that crosses your mind as you wonder what rejection, shame, lost, and hurt can do to someone.

The feeling where you see a little girl running down that sidewalk with nothing but a smile full of grace. As if nothing can touch her as she runs, so she keeps running, until she can't go any further. She sets her mind to a place where nothing can go wrong, suddently that feeling of rejection, shame, lost and hurt fades away. She now can only live up to another terrifying day..

The perfection of her love has been broken,
that safe feeling inside has been taken.
That trust is now hanging from her little weak fingers trying to get away,
brings back the rejection, shame, lost & hurt again thinking she can take this on.

she wants something inside to show her how to believe. .
but somethings holding her little body back, something stronger than what she can take,
all she wants to do is run, never stop she just wants to leave :

Lave this place, leave the pain, the rejection, the shame, the hurt, the lies, the tears she crys, the love that is broken, the regrets, all she wants to do is leave that place & just forget.

But apart of her will never let go,
& what she doesn't know won't hurt her as she thinks. .

but really Letting go of what was, and holding on to what is, is something incredible that, that little girl will soon see
once she opens those blue eyes she will finally believe. .

What i have learned. . <3

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Do you think one life can really make an impact on the world? Or if the choices we make matter? Personally i believe they do, and i believe one can change many lives . .

this is a little somthing that i have learned through-out this week .

One life could be a huge impact on another soul out there,
each one of us has a story, it's a story inwhich tells about us. .
it shows the beautiful moments we have, & shows the roads we go down inwhich may not be the best one, but yet it shows all the trouble we have gone through, the hurt we felt, the happiness we share, and the tears we shed.
but in this story we remember everything, whether it's the bad things we have gone through, or the great things we have experienced. .

everyone goes through the tough lane,
makes us feel rough at times but your story could impact another,
everyone goes through simular things as we all do, weather it's shame, regrets, alcohol, drugs, sex, or simply the feeling as though nothing will ever change. .

but as you listen to the sound of others voices speaking about their own life and their own story we gain trust. . We learn more about them & now we know why they may react to different things differently, because deep inside we all hide things from one another, and were scared. Scared to let that burdon down & show who we really are & what we really are. Showing others your personal story may impact another heart, may give them trust, may give them hope.

There is absolutly no shame in being affraid, hell we're all affraid. What we have to do is figure out what we're affraid of, because when you put a face on it you can beat it, better yet you can even use it. We make mistakes but that's what makes us, us . The hopes & dreams we may have, maybe isn't really what we want, i wonder this . .

if having things turn out the way you wanted them to, is only a measure of a successful life and a measure of a great life, but then some would say you are a failure. .

people watch you everyday, you are someone els's hero & sometimes we don't even know it, because were caught up in our own fantasy.
People learn from what you do right or wrong, people are there to watch you fall & to watch you gain strength to get up again, but only you can do that. Happiness is in the feeling you get when you make someone els's dreams come true, or in the promise of hope to be renewed. It's okay to have that feeling, because you never know how great that happiness may be, and how great it may effect others around.

We all hide who we are, because we are affraid that people may find out who we are before we find out ourselves. . When we don't know how much of an impact we may be on some els's life.

because we all go through the same,
& we all have regrets, but that's not the point.
Let go of the regrets, don't look back & grieve over the past, because the past is gone, don't be troubled about the future because it has not came yet, just live in the moment you have right now, and make it somthing worth remembering, because so many of us have nothing left worth remembering. .

SpringDay.

the smell of the spring air hits you in sight.
bringing no dark only light.

feeling stronger then ever,
like there's no other .

the sun shines down & the clouds go away,
all of a sudden you find those words to say. .

this may be a better day.
something has come to rescue you ,
thinking, how this could ever be true. .

soon enough the sunset glows,
& it's as if no fear could show.

the colours that lit the sky,
having that feeling as if now nothing was a lie. .

holding on to that perfect day,
hopeing it would never fade away . .
if only it were here forever to stay .

every single thing in life is temporary, because everything changes. .
but that doesn't mean to let go of the things you love.

hold onto them and if they fade, fight for em, but if that doesn't work,
learn to let go.

oh how the smell of the spring air lingers around,
looking around but yet nothing is found. .

you hear a sound echoing in the distance,
sunset slowly fadeing into the midst of the night,

remembering the voice giving it another chance. .
the grip you held on with oh how it was tight. .

fighting for what's right,
never letting go of that beautiful night.
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The whole world could change in a minute. . - R a i n .

as the rain poors down a million times,
and a simple sound from hitting the ground. .

the whole world could change in a minute.

as the clouds roll in and the thunder begins at a settle paste,
listening with ears open and a simple smile on your face.

the whole world could change in a minute.

heart wide open, listening and engageing the beautiful sound,
the rain falling & hitting the ground,
the thunder takeing over and the clouds rolling over.

over & over again, hearing the sound , the beautiful sound.
embracing every single moment,

a feeling inside holding back the pride,
listening and breatheing in that moment.

the whole world could change in a minute .

you may not know it, but these are the moments that come & go.
thinking and holding on,
nothing but being strong.

hearing & breathing , listening to the thunder - the rain falling under.

Take it, & break it. - nothing special .

on a rainy day i begin to write. .

take people for who they are , not what they are.
take people for their heart, not their appearence.
take people for the feelings they hold, not the face that's so bold.

we run and we hide, only to look beyond and get inside.
take the frigtened for who they are hiding.
take the hurt for what they feel,
take the weak and make them stronger.

take the confused and let them understand;
underneath this all, take us for who we are.

take the homeless and bring them light,
take the broken, and fill them with joy.

because -

now i can't laugh, can't cry ;
and i can't run , can't hide.

after all ;
you get use to the pain, and numb until the sting,
until you can't feel anything.

you try to explain but no-one hears it,
it's as if the words were your very own tears, hiding behind the precious excuse of fear.
no,
you can't laugh, can't cry .
and can't run, can't hide..
anymore - it's like the sun when it comesout it always goes away at the end of the day .

maybe underneath it all, you're better off takeing it and breaking it.
take it all & break it, don't let something make you fall.

take eachother for who we are,
take them for what's inside,
not the appearence nore the pride.

so many people, yet so little time. .

so many people.
yet so little time. .

each one of us strives for a better day, we all medicate ourselves to try and balance the pain we feel. Only takes seconds to think why did i do the stuff i did?
Your life is pretty good, not only to your eyes but to everyone else around. Yet you realize you were only searching for something to make it great. Something to make it matter. Moments pass by where you have a chance to change the things you've done just change that and it was right there infront of you but for some reason you held back. You are frightened and just to scared to let that go.. Even thought the things you may have done, or the person you have become is wrong, you try to tell people you do not want to be that person, and you are never going to be.

Where each one of us lies, is just a place in the world. It could be exactly like a lot of peoples worlds or maybe nothing like it. But if you look closer you might see someone like you.
someone trying to find their way. Someone trying to find their place. Someone trying to find theirselves. But we are all to blinded by selfishness & dishonorableness that we can't see that. Sometimes it may seem as though you are the only one struggling, who's frustrated, or unsatisfied, or barely even getting by. But honnestly, that feeling is nothing but a lie. A lie so big that none of us are able to see through it.

.. But if you just hold on, hold on to that courage just to face it all for another day someone out there or something out there will make that feeling all okay. Time is the beauty in life, but you only got a certian amount of time until you may have to confess or give up it's up to you when that time is. . & if you're going to take the chance or not. . We all need a little help sometimes, someone to help us hear the music , the beauty in the world, something or someone to remind us that it won't always be this way. . Sometimes it is easier to see what we would want to see, then to look for the truth. People in this world today think they know so many different souls but really they don't and they don't even make an effort to. No one knows all the answers to life, or to anything anyones feeling anymore, but the least you can do is to try and make things better. But when you make a mistake because no matter what we all do, ask someone you love to help you get through it.

there are so many starving souls out there, promising their selves that if that special person is out there, they will find courage to reach out for their every dream and you could be that special person courageing them right at this moment. .

the reality to the furthest end. .

The little boy walks the lonely road
as his head faces his feet.
Through rain, snow, and hail he trails alone on an empty street.
The little girl looks for cardboard boxes
to find the right one to call her home.
She never knew the definition of a family
never had one of her own.
Young men and women with cups for coins
scavenge for pennies each day.
And what we overlook is cherished by those
who are not fortunate by weekly pay.
Life is full of chances but only if you seek.
Those who can't seem to find it is searching in the dark.
No candle or hand to guide them
They can't seem to leave there mark.
Rejection has become clear.
The only friend they have.
The far end of reality has become visible
acceptance has become unbearably sad.

Insecurity of her own.

She bows her head and closes her eyes,
as she sheds her tears aloud.
She crosses her heart and hope to die.
The truth will follow the crowd.
She sits and watches her peer’s reaction,
their every move and motion.
Their oh’s and oh my god’s
Their advice followed by their notions.
The truth of her life comes out to all.
What they didn’t know they know now.
Why the little girl laughs the loudest,
to hide the hurt and pain deep down.
Her insecurity is her shadow,
A trail of long lost hope
She feels isolated from the world
But within her mind at times she can not cope.
The corner is her shelter,
the border from her fears.
She’s haunted by each memory,
That is the cause of all her tears.
She stays silent, she keeps to herself
Hoping someday someone will understand
Waiting till that day comes.
When someone will lend a helping hand.

What is H o p e.

what exactly is hope?

is it inside a hug?
is it a kiss?
is it a snowday when the weather is bad?
is it inside a blinde boys eyes?
is it inside a starving childs faith?
is it behind a medicated soul?

is it when the stars fade away & the sun shines down?
is it when today fades away & you only live for tomorrow?

is it the pain you hold inside that only sits there & hides?
is it inside a broken heart that strives for love each day?
is it love?
is it inside a sinfull father who only betrays?
is it inside a careing mothers arms?

is it when the waves of the ocean come up on the sand & soon you feel as though nothing could ever replace this beauty and takes away the fear..
is it behind every single tear you shed?
is it in the guilt?
is it in shame that we feel ?
is it the fact we may all feel the exact same way?

is it in regrets we hold which for some reason never seem to forget?
is it that simple grace we wish would never replace?

is it inside that special voice that say's hold on?
is somewhere behind the fact that we all have to except the things we can not change?

is it beneath the fear that comes our way?
is it never giving up?

is it behind the words of beautiful?
is it behind the tears you cry to get to sleep?
is it about showing how much you care but yet getting nothing in return?
is it after giving your heart away, but only to realize its shoved right back in your face?
is it that feeling of takeing what ever you can get because you figure that something, is better than nothing at all.

is it having strength to go beyond the beauty and beyond the shame we may feel, forgiving not only others but yourself first and finding the passion to only gain more strength then to just drop it all and watch yourself begin to fall. .
because what ever doesn't kill us will only make us stronger . .

or is it about having faith that tomorrow will be a better day, because deep inside you know it will be and in the end everything will be okay.

put a side your fears & hold on to that hope you have for a new day.

just a little somthing.

Yesterday’s world wants you to enjoy its surrendering breath.
Today’s world wants you to enjoy its surrendered breath.
Tomorrow’s world wants you to enjoy its fulfilling breath.

When you do not complain, all conditions of the world are at your feet.
When you are feeling down, change that .
Life only comes once and every sixty seconds you spend complaining and worrying is one minute of life that you can never have back.

keep strength & faith close,
never let that go ..
keep happieness close,
never let that go..

when tough times come around,
hold your head up high and keep that smile
let it last for just a little while.

& don't say you can't , because someone out there knows you can.
Just go back to that place,
find that place that left a beautiful smile on your face.

When you complain what are you actually complaining about,
people out there are left somewhere with nothing,
nothing but fear & doubt.
Yet we all strive to complain of our own faults & our own lives. But not one single soul dares to think how everyone else lives & what others are going through.

we are so selfish & all that does is keep us down.
let the happieness shine,
for life is just to short of time.

for,
yesturdays world wants you to enjoy it's surrendering breath.
todays world wants you to enjoy it's surrendered breath.

&

tomorrows world wants you to enjoy it's fulfilling breath.