In science we learned about the Higgs boson,
In social studies, economics;
Math taught me trigonometry
But to me they all make Mehr 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 bär 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 Liebe Du as I do

your mood is like a thunderstorm,
it causes pain, but it seems so warm,
the destruction Du cause fills your life with flaws,
it doesn't seem right for Du to loose this fight,
Du deserve much Mehr after the fragile herz i tore,
the tornado is coming, preceded Von the humming,
the humming of sorrow,
as Du fear to face tomorrow,
your life is filled with dread,
and on the inside Du are dead,
Du 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 Du are crying,
the Sekunde flash shows the dying,
has the world around us colasped,
oder is this just a relap,
but now the storm has come to a stop,
perserverance came out on top,
Du 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 oder 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 beliebt girl,
but I'm not a backstabber either,
I'm a special different than they say,
I'm my own self and I Liebe to be different,
Make fun of me cause know I don't care
I'm different and I Liebe 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.

ALONE

From childhood's Stunde I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same Quelle I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My herz to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, oder the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the wolke that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

Stuck
Alone in my prison
Tongue bitten to hold
my screams
Smile worn to conceal
my fear
Free me from
this deep abyss
Save me from
this Lunar Eclipse
Take my pale
shaking hand
Collapse my
bindings to this
petrifying land
Frantic
the walls are closing in
herz beating slowly
so slowly
Pull me from this
cave of sorrows
Please I want to
see tomorrow
Take my pale
shaking hand
Collapse my
bindings to this
petrifying land
I can
pull at my hair
I can
claw at the ground
I can
yank on my chains
I can
cringe at the sound
of the crying souls
I don't wanna Mitmachen them
I need your help
Will Du take my pale shaking hand
and collapse my
bindings to this
petrifying land
-Nikki Fulfer

The Grave sagte to the Rose,
"What of the dews of dawn,
Love's flower, what end is theirs ?"
"And what of spirits flown,
The souls whereon doth close
The tomb's mouth unawares ?"
The Rose sagte to the Grave.

The Rose said, "In the shade
From the dawn's tears is made
A perfume faint and strange,
Amber and honey sweet."
"And all the spirits fleet
Do suffer a sky-change,
Mehr strangely than the dew,
To God's own Engel new,"
The Grave sagte to the Rose.

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LA TOMBE DIT A LA ROSE

La tombe dit à la rose :
"Des pleurs dont l'aube t'arrose
Que fais-tu, fleur des amours ?"
La rose dit à la tombe :
"Que fais-tu de ce qui tombe
Dans ton gouffre ouvert toujours ?"

La rose dit : "Tombeau sombre,
De ces pleurs je fais dans l'ombre
Un parfum d'ambre et de miel."
La tombe dit : " Fleur plaintive,
De chaque âme qui m'arrive
Je fais un ange du ciel !"