From family to friends to co-workers.
I'm always asked the infamous questions.
Why help?
Why volunteer?
Why not finish your degree?
I don't do it out of pity, or
To add to my resumé.
To see the smile on their faces.
To let them know the world is not filled with evil.
To allow the children the so called
"American Dream"
That is the happiness I get.

They say I have never been homeless,
Or that poor.
And yet I have ridden that line.
I have even dipped my toes,
In that icy water.
I do not except to change the world
I do not except them to remember me
I just want people to know,
Some of us actually care.
Will I finish my degree?
Or will I keep roaming this world,
Doing what little I can?

Why is it titled;
Unforgettable?
Will it be a poem that
Brings forth memories?
Or is it to instill
Sorrow and sadness?
Perhaps its to reflect.
To gaze into the poets mind.

No no,
It can't be.
Can it be to relate with us?
As we pass each other as drones.
Doing what we know;
Work,
Eat,
Sleep, and
Dream.
Does it traverse deeper then that?
Unforgettable.
Such an compelling word.
At times quite daunting.

Now back to the question at hand.
Its nothing.
Its not a poem for one to relate.
Not to omit feelings.
There was no purpose.
An yet I wrote and
You read until the end.
A poem of nothing.
Yes yes,
That is quite unforgettable.

He stares silently up,
At starlit sky.
Taking in the twilight and arctic cold.
He looks past,
The king crowned lake.

Over the mountain range.
The Moon peaks above it.
Letting its power be known.
It sways the king crowned lake.

The Stranger in awe,
At the power and beauty.
The moon rose ever higher.
Dwarfing over the stars.

A tingling feeling swept over him.
A eerie blue light encompassed him.
He began to rise towards the moon
He floated above the king crowned lake.

Fright and the dreaded,
Feeling of heights
Were the initial feeling.
Now freedom swallowed each.

Was the Moon showing its true power?
Was the Moon giving him freedom?
Was the Moon guiding him?
Was he merely just dreaming?

He's body began to rotate.
To the south of the king crowned lake,
Another light shined brightly, on the Door.
A smile etched onto his face.

His freedom.
His mission.

The Earth may sþop spinning...
The Sun may burn out...
The Seas may go dry...
But your name will never leave my heart.

He sits with the rose in hand.

Death.

He ponders.
He dwells.

Death

To be with Ember once again.
To feel her in his arms.
He could see her again.
The rose floats to the floor.
He walks to the mirror.
He stands with the gun in hand.

Death.

He stares into the mirror.
Horror fills his eyes.

Death.

The mirror reflects the room.

There are dreams that grow stronger as time passes instead of disappearing.          
With the long lost smiles and the far away laughs.            
The tears that were shed and the fears that were faced.        
I remember when I didn't second guess myself when I said I love you.
I remember the taste of your kiss and the glow in your smile.
The way you looked at me when I walked in a room as if you never wanted me to leave.           
The way I could see your heart drop when I told you what I did.
The sound of the door slamming as mine did the same.                      
The fear in my reflection deciding what to do.
The crunching of the frozen snow under my feet as I ran from my reality.      
The fear in her voice when she finally heard mine over the phone
'where the hell are you?!'
The uncertainty in mine as I explained my plan and why I did it.                          
The embarrassment as I collapsed on the ground from the pain of my decision.

As I sit at the bar
Chatting with friends
Discussing about;
The Past
The Present( if there was such a thing)
The Future

I drift away unconsciously
Among the many people here
Perception
It rings in my mind
As if to signal church has began
I let my mind wonder

Perception

What it would be like
To walk in someone elses shoes
To feel what they feel
To see what they see
To feel what they been through
To see what the past holds back
And what the future has released

Perception

Wanting to live among;
Asians
Europeans
Other Americans, North and South
Other Africans
Australians

Perception

Being taught by
The many religions
Being bought up
In different way
To live among the rich
To live amongst the poor

Perception

The smiling
The happy
The sad
The depressed
The laughing
All the emotions
Pass through me
As if I was a walking ghost

Perception