This is the life of a College Kid. No Super powers. Just his mind and soul.

The poem: What Lies deep within.

Before I start all of this crazy story I want to shed some light on the story:

All of these poems are mine, I wrote them and edited them. I didn't go online and get them.

Some of this stuff is dark, as you will soon come to know.

Music will be posted as inspiration to those having struggles.

Finally A normal Valentines poem For Valentines day:

Happy Valentine's Day,

The time of appreciation is near,

The moments of joy that we all hold dear,

The moments we cherish,

And though at times all may seem lost,

We think back to this time,

And though it may seem far and distant,

It really is just visit from home, email, text or a call, away.

So when Today ends and Tomorrow comes,

Remember where your happiness came from.

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It has been three months since my first poem was published. The Newspaper for NCSU(North Carolina State College) has  wanted a good poet for years. I am finally here. Anyway the paper published my most recent poem in the newspaper. Here is the poem:

"What lies deep within"

"You think that you know me,

You may be right and all,

But maybe you just need to see,

What I go through,

Every time that I rise and fall.

This will teach you of the horrors,

The ones that lay dormant,

This will teach you to be kinder,

And guess what, some of you won't,

But at least I tried to show you some hope.

Your pain versus mine,

Your pain is a joke; something funny,

A flick in the ear,

Mine like being stung by many lethal scorpions,

One sting away from God, my only sanctuary

You think that you know pain,

You think you know,

You have never been hurt in vain,

You don't have broken heart, a dead body,

And in comparison to mine,

Your soul is whiter than the snow,

Everyone here thinks that they know me,

You people may be right and all,

But maybe you all just need to see,

What I go through,

Every time that I rise and fall.

You have everyone that loves you around,

Or at least some,

With me all I have is myself,

Otherwise I have none,

They say God loves you,

They think this is true,

I feel God's love,

But it is coming from you,

So it is not truly his, At least from my point of view.

I gaze into the stars wondering when my pain will end,

You look up in wonder at all the things that lay hidden within,

I see the pain of the world, you see the joy,

In the end you are a human filled with good, me just a possessed toy

I beg and plead with God to let me go,

You thank him for everything,

I want to leave the bad world,

But God never made it so

The pain you describe as fire,

Ha.. That is like a feather to me.

My pain can only be described as a living hell,

Satan consuming my soul,

This isn't even a bit of my pain,

And though you may feel like I am acting crazy,

I feel alone and that drives people crazy,

I feel like meds are the only thing to help me,

But I resist temptations.

I do this knowing one day I will finally reach

My salvation

But then again you have actual happiness,

Me just a fake mask for me to hide behind,

Me filled with things like scantiness,

For you emotions are real,

For me they are just an act of fitting in,

This is the pain I go through every day,

My smile is a painful thing,

Yours so beautiful I can't even think,

But where does yours come from,

Deep in your Heart,

Or from the fires of hell,

Like mine; and yet it seems,

That you and me have no relations at all,

Except for 1 thing,

We all go through rises and falls."

I smile knowing that many people are reading this poem in the Newspaper and wondering who it is. And they have no idea that it is me, Michael Angelo. I laugh and remember that I have to go out to see my Mother, Holly Patterson, and help her on her farm a little north of here. My Mother is a very Strong, determined woman. My father, Miguel Angel, is back in Ponce, Puerto Rico helping to rebuild the community after Hurricane Santiago. My father is a very smart builder and a great writer. My brother, Michael "Maiky" Angelo, took to Florida State University. My sister, Yekci Mayralene, was such a good cook and model, that she now owns her own fashion magazine, and her own restaurant. And so I get into my Ford F-150 and Started to drive down.

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The pic you see on the cover is how the Main Character Michael Angelo looks.