I look outside and see a world,
A place filled with people, places, and things,
A place where darkness and light befall the same corners,
A place where life is lived and where life ceases to live,
A place that is characterized by individuals not cliques,
   A place that forms its own culture,
A place that doesn’t apologize for itself,
A place filled with clichés,
A place with tragic memories and glorious memories,
A place that makes mistakes,
A place that has its own definition of dreams,
A place filled with love,
A place filled with hate,
A place where classes live simultaneously,
A place that never sleeps,
I wouldn’t have it any other way

In your eyes I found myself home.
You stoked the fire, relit my strength.
Soul reborn by the warmth, brandished on my arm a new gauntlet of courage.

Mere seconds later I was pummeled into the throes of war, fighting self fray.
You stood behind me, giving me armour forged from pain and love.

Without you, I'd be lain weak in loss.
Yet I rise from the darkness...
Heart replenished and wearing hope.

it holds, *consumes, takes over

                   but in the end.
              
                               it reminds me.
                                          
                                            **I'm alive.

There is this feeling.
             That you know you are in love when,
                             That person you want to be with,
                                                           ­ Says, “I’m leaving you”.

In that instant, a weight slams your chest, you think of all that you and that person have done.

The Adventures.
            The Moments.
                         The Minutes.
                                    Everything.

It leaves you
                     Lost,
                     Confused,
                     Broken,
                     Scared,
                     Shaken, and Speechless.

It’s when you try to look into the future, but it’s blank or blurred.

This is because your heart doesn’t want to see a future without them.

In return, that feeling creates a fire in your heart. One that is willing to change you for the better.

*A fire that should never be underestimated or taken for granted.

It's only when
you are in the other room
realize how much you love her.

Stings you the pain
sinks you the gloom
the void seems impassably far.

You wish could walk back to her
cover the space  with a run
look her eyes' dying star
plant there a risen sun.

The other room chills your bone
cripples you with fear
here you are terribly alone
with the hatch shut forever.

Pause before that long distance
where love meets its doom
for hardly is a second chance
once you enter the other room.

We live in a world so blinded by distractions
we don't want to see.
When will enough be enough so we can learn
to fly so free.
To soar like the eagle and truly know
what is.
To feel love, to feel more like a gentle kiss.

We live in a world with hunger, with homeless
poverty.
When will we see a way to help those more
unfortunate than we.
We the ones not living there that we have managed
to escape.  
to help those in need and of emotional pain
and ****.

We live in a world full of hate, resentment,
and fear.
When will we show them what is needed
for them to hear.  
For I write to you these words from in my
heart therin,
please help to do our parts-to care,
for this is the world we live in.