Un, deux, trois
Je peux voir la lune ce soir.
Les étoiles: un, deux, trois.
Je ne peux pas compter
le bouquet des étoiles.

Voilà, ils sont infinis.

Le temps va arrêter,
maintenant, cette heure, cette seconde
avec moins des personnes.
Le moment ne terminera pas.

Voilà, il est infini.

Finalement, les étoiles, je peux compter.
Un, deux. Seulement deux.
Tes yeux, mes étoiles.

Voilà, tu es infini.

J'ai le coup de foudre pour toi,
sous le ciel ce soir.
Un, deux, trois,
Tu as le coup de foudre pour moi.

Voilà, nous sommes infinis.

As long as I can
I'll keep these feeling at bay
Until the floodgates open
And drown me in you
When that happens
Save me, will you.
Until I learn how to breathe again
Don't let me sink to the depth alone
I just might not rise again if you don't
And just find solace in the cold ark empty abyss
That was once my heart

I cry in your arms
there not too long familiar
but my heart has known

Exhausted Bodies,
Shaky handwriting.
Brain to active to sleep,
Body to drained to move.

This is life.

Work that drains you
To the point of suicide.
Friends that lift you
To the point of feeling heaven.

This is life.

Does everyone feel like this?
Like life is just here to fill you up,
Then tear you down?
To make you feel ecstasy,
Then Death?
To make you think,
No,
To make to you feel that you can move mountains,
Then laugh at you when you fall down from trying?

Do others know this feeling?

Is this really life?

- Blue

I wish my heart
Was steel.
I wish it didn't feel

Anything,
Anything at all.


F.Z.**N

I see you, and
My lips,they tremble.
A swollen tongue My words,
I mumble.
Your voice so sweet,
So very humble.
Your smile so wide,
It makes me crumble.
Your eyes so bright, I trip,
I stumble.

I'm so good at poems I'm like Karl Marx
Pop tarts
Karl was the best poet

I don't know why I'm so good at poetry
It's just my skill, Phil
Dr. Phil, Bobby Hill, Flour Mill

I have all the dope rhymes
I like to eat red vines and read the New York Times
Why are you so bad at poems?
Stop being bad and be good, I wish you could

Binary Code is so poemy
Just so insanely good

I'm the best poet to ever live
Mom

Who would have known that such a strong friendship could start with a pile of books and a pair of crutches?
Strangers at first but sisters next
When sadness strikes my feeble heart she's there to patch it right up
We have had many adventures together which include but are not limited too
Breaking plungers, making forts, watching anime, bothering people, TREPCHMM (one of the many inside jokes), and most importantly failing at life together
A girl who can create the most beautiful things and cure the saddest of hearts
She'll stun you with her beauty and her immense knowledge
The only sad part about our friendship is
She refuses to read this

I might have gotten myself into another attraction that could never work, but at least I think I'm really done with you. Maybe circumstances and time have twisted chance out of my hands, but at least my hands don't reach for the empty air where you were anymore when I'm trapped in my own darkness. Even though my luck is crumpled this time, as it always is, at least I don't feel my lungs crumpling and collapsing into themselves the way I used to, every time I heard your name. At least.