Grown to love.

Grown to love.


We began really shaky.
I didn't know you and I was really shy to come up to you.
Like everyone else we had our problems.
In our time back in grade school,
I could hardly talk to you.
I felt stupid so, I turned my back on you,
and I didn't think I would ever try again.

Then graduation was done and I decided to start over,
this time in High School as a freshmen.
Was I scared? No, I was terrified.
First time I confronted you in front of 100 people.
I shook to keep myself from running away,
I used really simple words just to get by,
and once it was over I thought I'd just break down and cry.

Next a sophomore and this time I felt a little bit at ease.
I couldn't deny the fact that I was scared,
I still couldn't get over it.

Now a Junior except this time something hit me,
and I came across a whole new reality that I never wanted to admit.
You were my new type of addiction,
I couldn't get enough of you.
I looked forward to stand by you and for you to greet me,
not with just a smile, but also with open arms of acceptance,
knowing you would even if thousands of others wouldn't.
I no longer needed to hide my face behind paper,
or use simple words and rhymes to impress you.
Because you were my new passion, my new shelter.

You were everything I wanted, maybe even more.
But when you weren't around oh how lonely I felt.
How I ached to have you near.
And then yet again I realized something after all these years.

So I have finally mustered the courage to say,
In front of everyone in this room and
all those who happen to read this,
and any person that decides to listen that,
this theater, this stage is what kept me going,
because without her acceptance I couldn't have the courage to express my feelings.

I wouldn't have the courage.
The courage to say that without her, and without all of you,
heh I wouldn't be who I am today, I wouldn't be me.

Extinguished hope.

Extinguished hope.


My eyes have seen beyond life itself.
They have seen the very depths of hatred that came into existence.
They have witnessed the end of the time that stood beside you.

My eyes cannot stand what has come to greet them.
The countless lives that have been sacrificed for the sake of war,
The animosity that tore at our fellow brethren,
The starvation of our kin, who begged us for forgiveness,
The oppressors whom left thousands at the poverty level,
And the self inflicted violence that millions have done
in hopes to rid themselves of their depression.

My eyes have gazed upon the eyes of others and found that,
hope is no longer in existence.

Over the Top.

Over the Top.


My imagination used to exaggerate the simplest of thoughts.

Thus, I have come to a conclusion that
simplicity isn't at all simplistic.

Does that make sense? Oh god, now I'm just being rhetorical.

Here let me start over, to put it bluntly.
Over time I realized that "simple" things that stimulated my mind,
really weren't at all "simple."
In fact, there were probably the most difficult ideas that have ever crossed my mind.

These thoughts, these ideas were inevitable.
They were bound to come about soon or later.
Rather then sooner or later, never would have been sufficient enough for me,
yet that wasn't the case at all.

To complicate the matter, it appeared as though,
I felt compelled to carry out actions that never crossed my mind.
I began to feel that I was loosing my mind.
That everything just began to slip away.

Then it hit me like a bullet.
I had fallen into the trap called, "Love."