A Precious Soul.

Today I lost an amazing friend.

He was kind.
He was funny.
He was trustworthy.
He was an overall great person.

I've never once heard a bad thing about him.

He brought a smile to everyone's face.
He would give you advice.
He would even make your day better then before.

I honestly didn't expect it.

But all things happen for a reason.

You will forever be in our hearts, our minds, and our prayers.

I'm sure Heaven is a Hell of alot better then here.
I bet it has everything you EVER wanted.
Like mac and cheese with hot dogs.
Or some Tech N9ne.

I miss you.

R.I.P Travis Hannah

Windows

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul.
But what do you see when you look into my eyes?
Can you see my fears? My memories? My personality?

If I look at my own eyes, all I see is 2 blue and green oceans
with yellow spikes surrounding a black hole.
I see nothing that relates to myself.

But when you look through my two windows, you see something beautiful.
You see a soul waiting to break through.
You see a smile when tears roll down my cheeks.
You see everything that I, myself, can not.

You see through my eyes to another world that I imagine to be perfect.

Burning down the houses.

The flames start with a tiny spark.
The wind brings the spark to life and it grows to a flame.
The flame swallows the dead field and begins to spread like a fatal plague.

All my oxygen taken away from my own lungs
and replaced with toxin, grey smoke.
My inhaling of poison throws my heart off track and looses its perfect beat.

It's all over.
There goes my world.

Swing set

She sat on the swing set all alone in the night.
Her palms cradled her tears.
She was alone in the cold, cold world with no shoulder to cry on.

She sat on the swing and swayed back and forth.
As her feet left the ground, she felt a strange emotion sweep over her.
The air blowing into her face dried her tears and left a smile painted on her face.

Her legs thrown forward and her back bent backwards.
She felt the head change that inspired her.

"The air sweeping through my hair,
Escapes me from the empty nowhere.
My smile bleeds across my face,
as my sadness is replaced."

What makes a human?

Really, what makes a human?

I know that they are capable of breathing.
Thats obvious. But what about the important stuff?
If you think about it, there are two different types of humans that inhabit the world.
One is called real.
One is called fake.

The fake ones are the the ones who's smiles are painted on by insecurity.
They tamper with their own God given bodies to impress the rest of the world.
They are the ones step on others like a giant stair case to get the thing they want most.
They are the ones that will betray you.
The ones who don't mind hurting someones feelings.

They REAL ones are my heroes.
They are the ones who live like every day is there last.
They love everything about themselves, even there flaws.
They are the ones who will make sure there friends aren't lost on the side of the road.
The real humans live in a world where their hearts raise their souls to a better place.

Oh, how I wish there were more of these in the world.