This is about apathy in our society. I saw a distressed girl, as we all have perhaps, and I did nothing . . .

My grandmother was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease when I was 18 years old. Over the course of the past 10 years she has slowly left us all alone. Her memories of us have left her, although mine of her have not.

My poem is about some of those special memories that I have of her and of how very much I miss her.

This poem is about the man that I created in my dreams to come to me on those nights when life is just to much to deal with. He is a real person in my life and though I have only known him for a brief amount of time I feel that I have known him all my life. He is my husband's best friend and though I love my husband dearly there are times when I wonder what life would have been like without him.

You may find that crazy or unusual, but there is nothing immoral in the thought of it. I think, at some point in everyone's life, you wonder "What if?"

I have found that love is an extremely powerful force, one not to be played with. I never knew love could be so detrimental until I watched my friend be corroded by the power of love.

She met a boy and they quickly fell in love. Yet his love was not hers to have because he had a girlfriend, actually she was more like a soulmate. For months she seemed hostile and cold to the world when she realized that she would never have him. Whenever she was in need I lent her a shoulder to cry on, and loving arms to embrace her quivering body. I felt as though she may never return to the way she was, but she has. She came back with everybody's support and love.