And then it hits me, I seem to have a hankering.
This beast called hunger slowly starts to set its anchor in.
So I'm searching frantically, but there's nothing here,
When suddenly, a crunching that's familiar to my ears.
I see the bag, color green, easily my favorite.
And in my mind, I'm already eating them and savoring.
My wife-to-be keeps eating them, my delicious chips,
On her side, some salsa, all I really want's a dip.
But to my surprise, when I attempt to reach and grab some.
All I catch is air, there're just a couple sad crumbs.

That figure that plays tricks with your mind,
Leaving you blind,
Sick inside,
Where your darkest fears hide.
The sneaky shadow, dark walker,
And ever-looming stalker.
The sense of doom you feel before and dread thereafter.
But for me, the dark's a cherished sight.
Cuz where there's darkness, there is light.

Shadows aren't always an evil omen.
So long as you keep the light and hope in.

It's just, three little words,
that hold so much meaning,
I swear, you are my world,
you are the core of my being.
And every day we say it,
and every day we mean it.
"I love you".. Three little words
with big meaning.
Now how can I describe it?
the way I feel inside?
No words could properly define
this love 'tween you and I.
But if you were to ask me,
an answer you'd implore.
If kisses were stars, I'd give you galaxies and more.
I'd do anything to see you smile,
or lift you if you fell,
I'd walk through heaven and through hell.
I'd infiltrate a jail.
I'd moonwalk on the moon,
and fight a whale inside a well.
But three words is all it takes,
to say all this and more.
So every day I'll tell you..
I love you, mi amor.

I open my door, and what do I see?
Naturally, I see the grass and street and barren, cold trees.
The air is frigid, it brings chills to my skin,
But the darkness of this world, makes me freeze from within.
When I think of all the violence, injustice and hate,
It's enough to make me wanna runaway and irate,
But I wait, and I remember, not everything's bad.
This planet's really beautiful, how could I get sad?
I mean, stop and think about it,
It's clear, I do say.
It's really quite the miracle to be here today.
How many other planets out there? And you were born here on Earth
And still, we hurt her badly and treat her like dirt.
So let's take a bit more care when we step out in the world,
And make sure we're leaving something to the future little boys and girls.

I am, highly outspoken,
and, overtly open,
wear my, heart on my sleeve,
where it's not, hard to get broken,
I love, live in the poem,
a life, full of much hope and,
'Love' in my hemoglobin, good emotions keep me going,
Don't take this life for granted, we're all granted special moments.

*I wish I could spread the word to the world,
   Love, be my slogan.

This world is ****** up, so we need to change it.
Some might not agree and think I'm a deranged kid.
Well, maybe I am...
... Then again, maybe not.
We need to save this planet, cuz one is all we got.
If we pull together, we can make this a better world.
But we've grown too focused on sarcophagi and burials.
It's scary though, the situation's pretty grim,
There's a chance to save it though the chance is pretty slim,
We need to keep hope alive, no way that I am giving in,
The world that I envision's better than the one I'm in.
At the most, it seems that all one can do is hope,
Let's rid the world of evil vices, things like guns and dope.
I hope it's getting through, this message that I send,
I fear I'll fight this battle til the day my life does end.
It feels like one against the world,
Surrounded desolation,
Cuz in a sea of people,
I still drown in isolation.

A lonely boy, writing in a cell,
Introverted silence, trapped in mental hell,
Surprised he isn't mad yet, his soul is very brave,
Sooner or later, probably sooner, he will cave.
The weight of the world on his shoulders is too heavy,
Though he tries to keep it calm, it's hard to keep it steady,
He teeters on the borderline of sane and going crazy,
To think of just how strong his bright mind is, is quite amazing.
But the answer's clear, he's sane cuz of the pen,
Though used to being solitary, poetry's his friend.
Often lost in thought, and always deep in writing.
Cutting through the hearts of readers, it is kind of frightening.
His art is beautiful, what this young kid does with synonyms,
Because he realizes poetry makes dreaming limitless.