In science we learned about the Higgs boson,
In social studies, economics;
Math taught me trigonometry
But to me they all make más sense
Than do you

The mass of all your electrons
Does not add up to your essence –
Your smile in the summer,
Your eyes in the night,
The freckle below the corner of your left eye

And I heard once that maybe there were a billion Big Bangs
And only we survived –
I think it’s because the universe
Couldn’t oso, oso de to part with you

For as my fingers intertwine eternally with yours
And the cells of our bodies make love
I kiss that freckle and taste your matter –
The taste of infinity and rain –
And see that I don’t have to understand your composition
To amor tu as I do

your mood is like a thunderstorm,
it causes pain, but it seems so warm,
the destruction tu cause fills your life with flaws,
it doesn't seem right for tu to loose this fight,
tu deserve much más after the fragile corazón i tore,
the tornado is coming, preceded por the humming,
the humming of sorrow,
as tu fear to face tomorrow,
your life is filled with dread,
and on the inside tu are dead,
tu have held the anger inside,
the tornados coming we need to hide,
your rage breaks out from under,
like the rubble of the thunder,
it carries on through the night,
this lightning keeps flashing so bright,
through the flash i see tu are crying,
the segundo flash shows the dying,
has the world around us colasped,
o is this just a relap,
but now the storm has come to a stop,
perserverance came out on top,
tu stayed alive despite the pain,
but i fear the loss out-weighted the gain.

I feel lost,
I feel so different,
I know everyone around me,
but I don't seem to know any of the faces I see,
I don't know if it's just my hallucinations o my daydreaming,
I just don't know and yet kind of don't care,
I'm different from everyone and they judge me,
I know I'm weird, strange, and crazy,
But that's one of the great things about me,
I'm different and I'll deal with that my own self,
I'm not a typical popular girl,
but I'm not a backstabber either,
I'm a special different than they say,
I'm my own self and I amor to be different,
Make fun of me cause know I don't care
I'm different and I amor that because I don't
wanna be the same, I don't want to go with the flow,
I'm not like that. It's okay to different and I am.

My nostril smells awesome inside of my nose,
a bit like the bloom of a newly-picked rose.
It started this morning--I couldn't say why--
and all día it's smelled like plátano cream pie.

It has the aroma of freshly-baked bread
with hot melted mantequilla and mora, blackberry spread,
and maybe the breeze of a warm afternoon,
that follows a thunderstorm early in June.

It smells like a pine forest, right por a lake,
and chocolate chip galletas my mom likes to bake,
like kettle maíz pop-popping over a fire,
and laundry, the moment it's out of the dryer.

My nostril smells awesome, so I have a plan
to sit and enjoy it as long as I can.
Don't ask how it happened; I really can't say.
Perhaps it's my finger that's smelling this way.

The monochrome scenery in the dead of night
A pearly-white mist to blind your sight
Immortal chains to bind your soul
Immortal chains to set your goal.
Silence has set upon your life
Bestowed upon tu like a cursed knife.
tu must have knowledge through and through.
The segundo World is haunting you.
Let your sorrows be set in stone
Carved down to the edge, to the skin, to the bone.
Let your sorrows be put to rest
And let them guide tu along your quest.
I'll dance with tu inside layered light
On jewels and gemstones shining bright.
tu must have knowledge of what to do.
The segundo World is haunting you.

Before I procede to
take my last breath, before i
inhel the semtums of death, before
i shed my last tear for help, my death
is calling in the hand of my friends.

my life has fallen deeper from my hands
to my feet i'm crawing can't speak,being
on parte superior, arriba makes tu weak with a foney smile
down to the ground, one of my friends is pulling
me down till i can't even make a sound.

I need help but me and God
both know that their is
nobody around.

somethimes darkness will never
fall down........

In this room of despair,
A man is sitting with demons
Inside his head.
In this room of memories,
Only death breathes,
A man lives with gloom,
A man dies with sadness.

Inside his eyes ,
In that depth of blue terror,
Years of despair are seen,
Years of struggle are painted.

His life,
Cruel and lonely,
Was never a joy,
amargo, amargos and sad
This man lives with demons
Of past.

I can see the pain that
Is painted on his face,
Silhouettes of past that
Play this música of terror,
I see only darkness and despair
Inside the eyes of a sad man.
This sadness is mine too,
This poem is written por the curse of
The children who will never meet happiness,
This poem is a poem of a sad man,
A man who sees nothing but greys.