What if every wrinkle, scar, or gray hair only made you more beautiful? What if every tear you've shed, mistake you've made, and challenge you've faced, only drew you closer to the light? And what if, Ally, for every breath you've taken, every sentence you've spoken, and every path you've chosen, your fans in the unseen multiplied?

Well, I'd say it's about time you found out.

Be proud, we are -
The Universe

…And to have thought that you could have loved something that death has once touched
Hit the should in the dead center and brought it back to life again
Left you with the tears and the scars
And others with nothing
Six feet under may seem far.
But to me
Heaven is farther
And forever may seam
Long
But to me
Death is longer

Love life death haltered
All of my poems are just a jumble of words at sometimes
If red right
They can possibly make since
And that is why I don’t give them titles
You could read my poems 345678909876 times and have a different analysis each time you read them
And If you were to name it, you could probably call it
"A loving tragedy of a comical girl that loves a boy who hates her dad who cried to day with someone who laughed who cant really seem to figure out her life but her brother who can figure out life told her that she needed to move on the next chapter that was tomorrow and that her grades were not good enough for mom and dad who say that her soup isn't as good as hers and that her skiing wasn’t fast enough but it was but not too fast but still really fast. And everything else of randomness you can think of in this crazy jacked up world we call home."

BRAIN DUMP!

The feeling when you are just dying inside and no one can see it
No one knows how I feel
Know body knows
I could tell them everything and they still wouldn’t know
I am insane
Im not kidding when I say that word
Insane
Help me
I love Christmas music
You just want to sit on a swing
The moment of greatness when the birds are chirping
The sun is beating down on your open back
And your white dress is flowing in the air along with your light blonde hair as you gently glide back and forth on that swing that is your happiness and you think to yourself that no one in the world could possibly be happier and you start to cry
You cant come to a state of calmness
You just cant
You stupid fucking bitch
no one likes you
They say they do and then they all go and turn on you
All the ones who know you
All your feelings
Secrets and dreams
They turn
And you would think I have learned by now
Nope think again
I need a break
Show me the way out
Please just put me in a hospital
Im serous
I need this
Eat!

Train of mother fucking thought bitches!!!

Love conquers the brain
To be trapped in your own mind
Sigggghhhhhhh
Fucking sux
Bored
Wanna go home
Tired
Love christmas
Sad
Happy
Wtf we have HW???!!!!!????
I thought this was supposed to be a party
Wtf
This isnt fun
Bored
Thinking of
Peter
Life
Christmas
People
Dyslexia
Me
Christmas
Candles
Thoughts
Hehehehe
Shut up Juerry
Bored
Yay done

Help me I have voices in my head
They are two little girls
They are telling me to come play with them
They are telling me I m not good enough unless I play with them
They told me they had dolls
One has dark hair and wears a blue dress
An one has blonde hair and wears a pink dress
What do I do

Do I go play with them?

…And to have thought that you could have loved something that death has once touched
Hit the should in the dead center and brought it back to life again
Left you with the tears and the scars
And others with nothing
Six feet under may seem far.
But to me
Heaven is farther
And forever may seam
Long
But to me
Death is longer

Love life death haltered
All of my poems are just a jumble of words at sometimes
If red right
They can possibly make since
And that is why I don’t give them titles
You could read my poems 345678909876 times and have a different analysis each time you read them
And If you were to name it, you could probably call it
"A loving tragedy of a comical girl that loves a boy who hates her dad who cried to day with someone who laughed who cant really seem to figure out her life but her brother who can figure out life told her that she needed to move on the next chapter that was tomorrow and that her grades were not good enough for mom and dad who say that her soup isn't as good as hers and that her skiing wasn’t fast enough but it was but not too fast but still really fast. And everything else of randomness you can think of in this crazy jacked up world we call home."

Help me I have voices in my head
They are two little girls
They are telling me to come play with them
They are telling me I m not good enoghu unless I play with them
They told me they had dolls
One has dark hair and wears a blue dress
An one has blonde hair and wears a pink dress
What do I do
D I go play with them?

It is astonishing how little one feels alone when one loves. ~John Bulwer ….

How much that person has become a part of their heart from the very second they laid eyes on them.
Life a weed they grow in that persons mind until that’s all that’s on it
…and you know weeds, they aren't easy to get rid of
Even if you get rid of them
They will keep coming back
Time after time after time
And then that person will soon find your name written over all her materials and in all of her poems
And that person will text you and tell you that she loves you no matter how long it takes for you to reply saying "I don’t love you back"
That girl will find the courage in herself that she never knew she had
Courage that will lead her back to you EVERY SINGLE TIME
And no matter how many times she is rejected
She wont take "no" for and answer
Because she loves you
And love never gives up.

Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I'll try again tomorrow. ~Mary Anne Radmacher

...And it will
It will take what ever you did yesterday
And do it better today
And it wont put a period at the end of your sentence
Or an "end" in friend
It wont stop the wave from kissing the shore no matter how many times its sent away
It wont let you just hang there with out a great view to look at in the mean time
And if it rains, it will always be sure to splash in a hint of rainbow after
And if it cries the heart will smile
It will make your realize that the sky is not the limit
Because there are footprints on the moon
And it will show you that when you get knocked down seven times
You have to be sure
To always get up eight