I held her the way i would hold a cup of water,
Firmly around the sides,
Ready to catch each drop that falls out.
But at the same time, i was driving down a rocky road,
I made it a bigger risk that a drop may fall out.

I thought of her the same way i thought of my home.
A get away from the world,
And where i spent my whole day wishing i could be.
But i guess i stayed too long cause i made the house a mess.

I listened to her the same way i listened to my music,
Ignored the rest of the world,
and hummed to the tune of her voice.
But perhaps i hummed too loud and drowned out her voice too much.

I looked at her the same way i look at each star,
Tilted my head and was shocked
by how something could shine so bright.
But the light got brighter and brighter,
And i could no longer see the star as a whole.

I tried to treat her the way i do with my glasses.
Becuase if i broke them,
I'll never see what I've done.
But i didnt not break them, i have scratched it just enough that i cannot clearly see where it is that i am standing.

Troubling thoughts cross my mind when i ponder on my past.
A ****** start from heaven, but how will my story end?
I am not fair to the ones who brought me up
And i'm more concerned with my cliques no matter how short they last.
Instead of advancing in my studies,
I burn time with fluff.
I could change my story at any time
But i chose to let it slip up.
Is it possible that my book is already written
And i have not finished reading?
Or am i working on a first draft that will be revised once i finish?
So much time has been wasted and i know exactly what i would edit.
But for now, i'll finish my story
And procrastinate the editing for later.

Within a second, the bright autumn sky burned into a dark, smoky nightmare.
7 more hours until school got out,
but only 4 more crashes till the world falls apart.
While cookies and juice were in my hands,
The nation had a situation in theirs.
When I arrived home,
Daddy was staring blankly at the TV.
Mommy hit the couch before her shoes hit the floor.
I sat down with her and watched.
While I enjoyed the movie,
My parents feared the truth.
We watched one building fall
just as fast as my mother's heart.
We saw the second building fall
half as fast as my father's heart.
When the third plane hit the pentagon,
the sudden sound of sadness flooded the apartment.
And as the final plane fell in Pennsylvania,
the night died in silence.
The next autumn morning felt cold and misty,
and I drowned in my thoughts of the movie.
The announcements came on at an unexpected time,
and silence flooded the school
like it did in my house the night before.

As every insecurity creeps into my chest and send shivers through my whole body, i worry about who i have yet to become and what is yet to change.
The cons of a philosopher arent obvious from looking outside, but when you are one, you find depressing times to be harsher than normal. Cause that's when you explore the darker side of philosophy and lose value of life. You think of how pointless our lives are and how in 100 years, the things you have done wont mean anything. You notice that your words can only hold value for so long and when the time comes, you become another careless person of the past or people will question if you ever did exist like jesus or muhammad. You question whether love truly exist or if the things we value are the things we should be valuing. What's wrong with people? How is it that we can share a planet when some of the people view the world as flat and never consider all the dimensions that could possibly exist. What is this ****?

Looking through glasses is like seeing life through a tv.
You never see what's directly infront of you,
Only what's displayed through the glass. 
Our natural vission should not be redesigned,
because this is how we are have been made to view our lives.
if all you have ever seen of this world was through glass,
Then have you really seen the true life you've lived?
Remove the specticales, and look around you.
This is what you're ment to see.
Everything else should not matter,
Cause it's something you should never of seen.

The day you understand that your opinions are not facts is the day you understand why other people can't tolerate you.

But you wont understand until your foot is out of your ear and your eyes are open to these hidden observations.

You've been as ignorant as a child and as mindless as your father. But i guess the apple doesnt fall far from the tree

And no, i'm not quick to judge, i've delt with you for years, but i'm finally old enough to see who you truely are.

So watch where you step, cause when you least expect it, out comes your downfall-- a hidden perspective.

The consistant beat of her gentle heart fills my ears with the great song this world has to offer.  

As i lift my head, i can see all the beauty of the world in the shape of two blue circles that are as clear as the sea.

Nothing will take away the memories of her that have been burnt into my head.

And nothing will dare stand in the way of us, seperating and creating a distance between this bond we have.

We're too close for anything to come between us. Close enough to the point where she steals the thoughts out of my head and echos it out threw her mouth.

And as i sit here, with her in my arms, with trust of protection that i have always wanted to give her, i hear that song, i feel her heart, i smell nothing but her, and i can see everything that this world has to offer me. 

Right in the center of my arms and hidden in the beat of her heart.