To many, the world is a place where people are friendly to each other and value the company of others. For the rest of the population, they seem to live in a racist section of the world that time seems to have forgotten. My opinion lies somewhere in the middle. It is because of this, my mind became cluttered. It became a place where thoughts of love and optimism were constantly battling hatred and pessimism. This particular collection of poetry is an inside look at that battle. It is a journey through my life, experiences and my viewpoint of the world. It is written as if each poem is a conversation with the reader, which gives everyone a sense of comfort and it allows the words to be genuine. The poems were therapy during my time of need and I hope they are meaningful to all who see them. What is life? What is love? What is death? These questions, among others, have been able to stump the minds of the world's scholars since the beginning of time. Each word brings up different emotions and forces every person to recall moments in their lives that can easily go from one extreme to the other. The journey individuals take to find their own answers to these questions vary just as much as the people themselves. This book just happens to be a small poetic sample of my journey thus far. Like everyone else, I have been in love, but I have also had my heart broken. There have been times when I have enjoyed life, but I have also had to deal with the pain of death. For some, verbally speaking about their experience helps them deal with their pain. Others, such as myself, have a difficult time speaking about the past. So, we choose to write about it. With my writing, I have been able to recall and deal with the emotions of my past. Although I have dealt with negativity, seeing a written record of days gone by allows my outlook on life to remain positive. We all have individual views and descriptions on the world; this is just My World, My Words. JACOB G. GROVEY began writing early in life. At the age of eight, he first saw people actually valued his words. He was offered the opportunity to write for a magazine, but as great as the opportunity was, Jacob passed on it because he didn't want any pressure to be associated with his writing. As the years passed, he found himself writing less and less, and before he knew it, he had gone several years without writing anything. As he thought back to the times when he wrote daily, he soon became upset with himself for going so long without putting his thoughts onto paper. In 2003, he vowed to never let that happen again. Now he says, "I promise you, the times that you'll catch me without some sort of notepad and pencil are gonna be few and far between because you never know when the inspiration will hit."