from the depths of our souls
comes a thing we call emotion
if we let it it can take us
from this world of bland and vulgar
on to new horizons

but if we let these feelings fester
slowly suffocating, dying
then we find that in our lives
there is no purpose

-Time-

time is moving forward
heedless of our wants
speeding ever onward
with a deft precision
without a single error
it leaves us in the dust

I am

Somewhere between a man and a boy,
I exist.
In between creation and death,
I live.
In the midst of pain and sorrow,
I laugh.
Among the turmoil of my mind,
I think.
And in this cold and heartless world,
I love.

All these truths speak to me and tell me that,
I am.

love

i sent my sister love
i sent it in a poem
it took my deep emotions
spread them on the paper
it let her know i care

my sister wrote in prose
or maybe it was meter
and told the world without falter
of what it meant to her