in the life we experience
there is one thing that is certain
which is death.

each thing, everything,
will come to an ultimate demise
and in which they will no longer exist
and everything they achieved
loved and cared for
is eventually forgotten
and no one remembers who sonnet 18 is written about.

because humanity is selfish,
we care for only ourselves and those who are too close
but even then we forget those ones as well.
and we forget who they were
what they were like
what they did
and if the area around their eyes crinkled or not when they smiled


everyone has a choice in this world, to either do great things,
or to forget those who did them.
everyone remembers the president,
but who remembers the name of the school teacher who gave her life for 16 children three years ago?

You know that utopia where everything is perfect?
No pain, suffering, and no death.
This utopia I speak of isn't a physical place.
It's our love.
The way it will live on forever if it's true.
The way it will make you feel,
Never being angry or unhappy wile you're with them.
Always smiling,
Always thinking of them,
And putting them in front of yourself;
That is true love in the simplest form
It doesn't have to be romantic
It could just be a friendship.
Surround yourself by love
You'll be happy for the rest of your life
No matter how rich, poor, or even sick you are
love will help.

I feel as if I might explode
Filled to the brim
Overflowing with emotion

Love, wonder, hurt, sorrow,
A lightness in my chest
A feeling in my heart
It is something I can't explain

All these emotions filling me
I feel everything
There are no words to describe
What goes on in my mind

This feeling in my heart
It fills me with want
I don't comprehend
What do I do to the end?

Is this to be my fate
Never finding the right words to say
Is this what it means
To have a poets mind?

I'm not very good
Not like the greats
Classics that eveyone knows

Or maybe
I'm just to close
To see my own greatness
For to me
These poems don't fit
I can't use symbols
Or discreetly criticize

Everything straight foreward
But is this feeling in my chest
The potential I have in me?

Your lips on mine
Your hands on me
No secrets here
Just you and me
You're all I want
You're all I need
And everything inbetween
My heart in yours
Your heart in mine
We'll never have anything to hide
All the beauty of the world doesn't compare
It doesn't come close to what we bare
This is a beauty all its own
Of its own creation
Nothing compares to the love we share
It's something special
Of its own kind
A kind of love that you would give up your life
Just to save it; keep it safe
This love is a wonderful thing

Your Rant.
    
                I'll grant . you . this
it wasn't fate

they're always great
and
(no)one
could  (ever)
debate.

so (I)rate and I contemplate
. . .
why do I help the one I love most
be with the one they love most?

because I love . and love . and love.

And then there was me
A **** up
A mistake
A pile of them in truth.
So why do I still try to stand tall
Try to keep my head up
When I know they can all see through it.
Why do I treat others bad
Make people feel like ****
When I know how much it *****.
Why do I bother with life
Why do I bother…

I hope
That she
Will not
Have to
Deal with
The burden
Of a trouble
I caused
I hope
That it
Will all
Be thrown
Unto me
So that
I have
To carry it