To live the life that we want is God's way of being cruel for we must earn that way of life. It is said that to love the one we care for the most we must be able to make sacrifices. We are suppose to be created in his image but we alter it constantly. In order to love we must as well love ourselves first. How can we love someone who is taken? How can you love yourself in the first place? How can we accept the fact that they won't love you or say "sorry but you're not my type." Or even "I'm not gay." Humanity is constantly being the same way that we've been for hundreds of years. We try to venture out from the norm but it keeps trying to pull us back in. Society tries to change but it pulled back by those that want it to stay the way it is. We can't learn to love ourselves so we try and have others do it for us. We rely of the concept that there is your soulmate somewhere on this little blue planet in this vast galaxy. We say that they were hmm orn in the wrong time period and that they're not alive anymore or that they haven't been born yet. What if you're destin to be by your own side forever in time until you find you're soulmate in the next life. But what if you're alone yet again with no one to love you for who you are? You find that you're in a depressive state that you can't seem to get out of. You've told yourself that you've loved before and you'll find love again. But you then realize how fast that love was taken away from you. How the person that you care about loves someone else. You don't care about *** at all. You just want to come up behind that person, wrap your arms around them and relax you body while saying that you love them and you just want to be held by them. You want your hair played with and you want the occasional kiss or two on the lips. Soft and warm. You smile at this thought over and over until you realize that it'll never happen or come true. You're eyes swell up and you can feel and see the tears forming. Falling to your knees you cry your eyes out and scream at the top of your lungs when all of a sudden you feel a hand on your shoulder. You look around and find someone there who's having the same problems as you are. He/she stands you up and embrasses you in a warm and loving hug. You calm down and lay your head on that person's shoulders then all of a sudden you find yourself in darkness. You hear the sound of a fan going and also blowing on you. You look around and find that you are in your bedroom. You failed to realize that last moment was only a dream. A dream that you've drempt before but still affected by it. You silently cry as you stand from your bed and turn on the lights. You're not ready for the new day that's come to play but you must because you have to live your life over and over and them the days are merging together and you find yourself stuck in an infanent loop. The same day and thing over and over again. You can't do anything though because it's the norm that you're doing. You've failed to venture out from it and now you're doomed to repeat it forever and always no matter what you do because now you are like the others. Because you've failed to venture so now you must survive the best you can do before you die.

(This poem is not my work. The Original author of this poem belongs to Joanetta Hendel. This poem reflects on how I feel when I lose someone that is close to me. Whether it be a friend, family member, or a pet that you once held dear to you.)

Don’t tell me that you understand,
don’t tell me that you know.
Don’t tell me that I will survive,
how I will surely grow.

Don’t tell me this is just a test,
that I am truly blessed,
that I am chosen for this task,
apart from all the rest.

Don’t come at me with answers
that can only come from me,
don’t tell me how my grief will pass,
that I will soon be free.

Don’t stand in pious judgment
of the bonds I must untie,
don’t tell me how to suffer,
and don’t tell me how to cry.

My life is filled with selfishness,
my pain is all I see,
but I need you, I need your love,
unconditionally.

Accept me in my ups and downs,
I need someone to share,
just hold my hand and let me cry,
and say, “My friend, I care.”

The fire is spreading. The Earth will burn by the solar flares of the sun. Buildings collapse and there’s destruction all around. The sound of explosions roar all around the Earth and then after the mayhem is over and there are small fires spreading around. There is ash and smoke hovering in the air as the wind blows over the ground. There are no survivors. There was nothing but death and destruction for everyone that was once alive. What has happen to the world you may ask. It sounds a lot apocalyptic and that’s because it is. The fire twists and turns spreading its destruction all around.

Depression? Psh so what. But in a way depression is silent. It attacks the mind, body, and soul. It doesn't matter who you are or if you're famous or not. Depression can strike anyone at anytime when you least expect it. It will never leave your side. It'll never let you rest, smile, laugh or be happy. It sticks to you like the way glue sticks to paper. You know that it's there but you really can't do anything about it. It attacks you in many ways. Whether it be a bad breakup, seeing someone you love or care about with another person, not being able to see the ones that you love and know. You're in a hopeless spiral and waves of emotions are crashing all around you as you try to swim away from it all but it keeps pulling you back in in a mindless and endless void of darkness. You try to find your way through it but you have no light to guide you. You frantically search around for something to hold onto of find some sort of light in the darkness. As you are walking you're finding it hard to take the next step. You're slowly sinking in the darkness screaming out for help but no one comes to your rescue. You continue to scream as your face is now in the dark void and you start falling. As you fall you start to think of those that have helped you but then you also think of those that abandoned you. Your eyes start to tear up and swell and you start to believe that no one would be there to catch you. There is no one that'll help you out in your times of need and when you want to say something or cry out for help, you're afraid to even do it because you don't know how people will react or what they will say. It's all up to you and how you even say it. They could leave you or they would understand and help you through it. But you're still scared out of your mind because they could turn their backs on you and tell you to ***** off or make you leave them alone for a long time because of what you have said to them. You then have no one to count on anymore. You start to go to therapy for your depression and you tell them what you have done and that you want the pain to stop. They always say to you though that everything will be alright and that things will get better over time and that you just have to wait for that time to come. After a while you start coming to the conclusion that nothing good will come to you anymore. You lock yourself away hiding from the world around you. You become a total shut in secluding yourself in your own comfort zone but you find that you are still lonely and that the depression is weighing you down. It's making you carry it with you where ever you go making sure that you are always in a bind and making sure that you can't get out of it even if you'd try to. Depression is a silent killer. It can strike you at anytime and at any place. There is no running from it even if your in therapy or taking pills for it. It'll still attack you no matter what and when it does, you'll want to give up on everything and everyone. it's just a matter of time.

Ode to the man that sails the seas, He is the captain of his vessel and his crew looks up to him.
He’s been on the ocean for years and years, he doesn’t know what his home looks like nor the love of his life.
He looks over the vast ocean trying to find land but there is none to be seen.
His hope starts to fade and his joy begins being laid.
Laid out for fate to take over.
His spirit weakens as he begins to think about his love and his life.
What has become of the man we don’t know, but as the time goes by many tell his story.
His story lives on in the hearts of all men and women.
It’s just how you look at the story and think,
Think about how this man lived.
Did he live like a king?
Did he live like the poor?
We shall never know for he has passed before he came home.
So ode to the man that sails the seas,
His life and legacy will live on forever more.
And ode to the one that he loved for he shall never see that person again until she dies and ascends to the heavens.
They were parted but then in the end, found each other once again.
So ode to the two lovers that once lived.
For they shall live forever on the other side and once they meet, they will never part again.
Never again for they are at an eternal rest.

As I walk through the falling snow I often wonder where I’ll go.
I find myself at your home and I see you sitting there all alone.
Through your window in your comfy chair I see your face lovely and fair.
Your smile is calming, your eyes are bright as you sit in the glow of the firelight.
I walk to the door and stare at the lock and I do wonder if I should knock.
My heart races as I stand there and think also frozen with fear I can’t even blink.
For some reason I cannot recall I knocked on your door and I heard your call,
“Coming” you said as you came to the door and I found myself not being able to move anymore.
You opened the door and greeted me with a smile then invited me in and asked to stay awhile.
I still couldn’t think but somehow said yes as you laughed and said I look like a mess.
I looked at you with a quizzical look then you brushed off the snow and hung my coat and hat on a hook.
I stood there pondering on what I should do when you looked at me and asked if I was stuck there like glue.
I came to my senses then in a flash I ran to you in a mad dash.
I embraced you close and held you tight as you asked if I was alright.
I looked up at you and expressed how I felt and as I was speaking my heart was starting to melt.
You looked in my eyes and gave off a smile and said that I’ve felt like this to for quite a while.
I felt my face blush as I saw your face flush.
My love for you will be strong and true as you love me like I love you.

What is music one may say?
Is it to hear the sounds of the broken hearted and the soft sounds of love?
To think of those who have written before what we have now?
Or to hear the soft sounds of those who wish to express their feelings towards others?
What does music mean?
Does it mean to be sad?
Does it mean to be angry at something or someone?
What does it mean to listen to music?
People say that music calms the savage beast but does it really?
But what can music do for you?
Can it make you laugh?
Can it make you burst out into a joyous song?
Or can music make you see what is real and what is wrong?
Think of those who dwell in the past and they only had the voice of music.
They close their eyes and think back to the time where they once heard the most beautiful sound.
A sound that everyone wants to hear again.
The sound of music that can calm even the angriest man.
So I say again. What is music?
Music is hope and wonder that fills the hearts of little children.
Hearing them laugh and play while they sing songs of joy.
Of hope, and of peace and of wonder.
The adults may have forgotten what music means to them.
But in the eyes of a child, music means the most to them.
Why? Because music makes you think of those who rose and who fell.
The child learns about them and the music they created and they think that same question?
What is music? And what does it mean to me.