S/o to Dan Humphrey

Dear Dan Humphrey aka Adam Canfield,

Your blog was nice so I composed a song to one of my favorite writings of yours.

Also I couldn't just upload audio so I had to do a video, but I didn't have time to make a real one.. so this is what you get :')

Fear - Dan Humphrey/Adam Canfield

A mirror. Yes. I think a mirror  can be one of the scariest things in the world.
Looking yourself in the eye, that's hard to do.
Considering all the fears you could have. Most of these fears are completely irrational.
And especially irrelevant when you come to the realization that you're going to die.
Why would you be worried about what others may be thinking about you when one day
you'll die and it won't matter at all?
Be happy with who you are.
Accept yourself for who you are.
Stare into the mirror, and see yourself as you truly are.

Alive and full of potential.

#blackoutpoetry

Dear "Brown Eyes"

I miss you.

I miss YOU, so much.

It hurts, and I just pray you're okay.
That you stopped doing reckless things..
So that one day I don't have to get a bad
phone call from your mom.

The other night I was with this boy, but
it didn't seem fair.
Because everything brought me back to you..
And the stranger beside me who's nothing
more than a friend,
He doesn't deserve this..
To have me pretend he's in my head, when
really I'm thinking of you.

So please answer the phone because I don't
want this to be the last time.
I regret having to leave so suddenly, but
believe me, the moment I was gone my heart
ached and I yearned to hear you nearby.

Because we seem to go in circles and
every time I'm back,
I have to wait while you catch up.
But I think I took this pattern for granted,
Because what if..

"I can't come back tonight, I'm sorry"

     was the last I'll ever say to you.

And everything stimulating my senses pulls
memories back from the dark of all we've
done.

and I hate it.

I hate it.
I hate it.
I HATE IT.



Simply because the emotion is a lot bigger
      than the three words "I miss you"

BE HONEST

I hate football games
I'm scared of popular kids
and besides church, I haven't talked
to my friends in three weeks.

I cry when I eat because food
tastes just that good
I laugh too hard at stupid jokes
And I'm constantly asked if I'm high.

and that's okay.. 
because the name's Leland,
otherwise known as Kira.

Kira
Alexandra
Hurst

17 and planning on being a cat lady,
because I already don't care what
others think.
Because even though everyone is
having a "fabulous" high school
experience, I'm ready to go out
and live.
And all I care about is being with
those that make me happy.

Because in the end..

All I want is to be honest.

and that's why, whether my writing
is signed by Leland, or Kira,

Just know,

It's still the same me.

"I was happy and my heart is broken"

Tell them all I know now,

And shout it from the rooftops - wings spread to the sun chasing after danger. 

We keep falling for the lures of liquid confidence and lies, 

And we skydive from walls we build.

But,

the sun will rise again.

So tell them I was happy,

and my heart is broken, 

write it on the skyline and tell me is this freedom- 

That maybe in a million miles on a highway through the sky

We'll take pride in what is sure to die.

Because if all we have is time,

we'll be alright,

and someday soon-

If our worlds collide, we'll be together. 

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Fumes - The Eden Project 

Be Together - Major Lazer

Truce - 21 Pilots

Impossible - James Arthur 

10:26 PM

Sun rays dried up by the night.

The smile torn off a child's face by harsh reality. 

And the occasional flutter of moonlight seeping in. 

This is the hollow organ I call my heart. 

G(r)ave

I often mistake gave for grave. 

A one letter difference,

A one motive difference. 

Because each gift I gained added another doubt to my uneased mind. 

You promised they were sincere,

But in the end,

Life isn't all about receiving

And I gave you everything. 

And when I die,

On my stone I'll leave an inscription of what you really 'gave'

In hopes that one day I'll learn not to accept death in the form of a gift.