I didn't know what love was
til I met you
I thought I knew what hurt meant
but I guess I was wrong
You opened my eyes
to new things
You opened your arms
for me on my saddest days
but most especially
You opened my heart
to new feelings

I thought what we had
was 'love'
But until now
I still don't know
what 'love' is
But I surely do know
what hurt is

I am in love with my bestfriend

Well I don't know if he considers me his bestfriend
He's one of the few who I can laugh with
And at the same time, cry with
Isn't that what a bestfriend is?

I've known him for 2 years or so
We are both the corniest people
He said, "You're the only one
Who really understands my weirdness"
And I said the same

He's a ladies man
And I've been there for him
Each time a girl breaks his heart
Each time he's left crying
Every single time, I was there

Now, he has a new girl
And we've drifted so much
We don't talk as much as before
It hurts because
I'm close to the girl
And I knew him longer
And we used to talk about
How much of a flirt she can be
And now, he loves her so much
And would do anything for her

I think I'm fine with that
Because she makes him happy
But I pray she doesn't hurt him again
Because I can't stand to see him sad
I don't want to be a home wrecker
Because I know how that feels

But another part of my body says
"Why aren't I the one with him?"
"Haven't we grown so close?"
"Why am I invisible to him?"

I wish you'd see me

Mother Nature, why do you do this to us
A super typhoon, ready to hit a poor country who always drowns with all it's power
All cities submerged in water
Houses gone, people left with nothing

But then I realize
We are to blame
What has the human race done
Besides hurt Mother Nature
There are very few who protect her
But what can they do when the rest of the world is against them
We do not realize what our actions have done
Until we have nothing left
When we've used, took advantage, and wasted Mother Nature
We're all going to regret it
One day
We will realize
"We're sorry, Mother Nature"

My mind
Is an endless maze
With countless twists and turns and knots
I have so much to say
That I can't put it into words
They're all rushing to the tip of my tongue
Waiting to be said, wanting to be heard
Some things are better left unsaid
And these are not one of those things

Love is the clouds in the air, swirling, white ***** of cotton
Love is the moon, a gentle glow, a light in the dark
Love is the grass, the cushion beneath my feet, tickling my soles
Love is the sun, a never ending spark, which brings life

Love is the sky, happy and sometimes sad
Love is the water, flowy, clear, a necessity
Love is the land, sometimes breaks down, but is the foundation of everything
Love is the breeze ever so soft, ever so gentle & warm to the touch

Love is the world
You are my world
And therefore
You are my love

I hate how I feel like I'm forced to write in school
Forced to write about a topic I hate
Restricted to few sentences
Forced to write about something I barely understand
Required to go on for 3 pages

Isn't writing supposed to be fun?
Something free, something that's in MY control
Something that no one can call wrong
Something that expresses who you are

And that is why I love poems
I feel like a gazelle in a vast field
Free to do anything, to write anything
Where my deepest thoughts meet the paper
Where I control every word, every phrase
No one can ever tell me I'm wrong
Because
How can feelings be wrong?

I like to watch and observe people

For all I know
That guy over there
Just got his heart broken
By the girl of his dreams

For all I know
My classmate who's an outcast
Has had intense family problems
A broken, maybe even abusive, family

For all I know
Miss Popular, who everyone fears
Is actually scared of herself
Scared that she'll turn into the monsters
Monsters her parents have become

For all I know
Class Clown, who makes everyone laugh
Has the biggest problems
Cries herself to sleep at night
So close to killing himself

For all I know
I dont know anything
One thing I'm sure of is that
Everyone has a problem
No matter how big or small
To each one of us it's all the same
A burden