El Amor ##º
Uno puede amar pero no ignorar,
que el amor duro es.
Puede nacer con felicidad
pero el final... tristeza da
Todos desean mucha felicidad
pero eso veremos si da.
Un amor puede durar?
eso te lo dira el mar...
Talvez este poema no
pueda expresar lo que trato
de amar, talvez yo solo
quise decir que mi existencia tiene fin
Nada puedo lograr
si pienso mal,
solo tratare de amar
a ese ser especial...
Talvez no fui importante para el...
o talvez solo le falle.
El tiempo me dira
si ese amor era especial.
Te amo y nada mas
eso nadie cambiara....
Porque me dijiste adios
nada para mi termino,
aun siento ese dolor
que a mi lado me acompaña hasta hoy
Te quiero no cambiare
eso lo sabes muy bien.
A tu lado siempre estare
eso no lo dudare.
Si me odias estara bien
en ti siempre quedare

Sweat poured from every single pore on his body. Drenching his tight, black clothing and dripping off the edges of his long black hair. The stage had to be a million degrees, or so he thought. Thousands of fans screamed, reaching a pitch so deafening, everything seemed to go numb. Gerard turned his back to the audience observing the other band members. Bob, so involved with his endless drumming, did not look back. His blonde hair dripping much like the observer. Mikey and Ray were simultaneously body banging to the beat screaming from the amps and microphones. And then there was Frankie, a stupid grin plastered on his face. His hazel eyes sparkling like every star in the sky. Eye contact. Gerard’s heart flipped in his chest as he turned back to the audience.
“Mama, we all go to hell. Mama, we all go to hell. I’m writing this letter and wishing you well, Mama we all go to hell.”
The addictive beat of the song gripped his body and tossed it around like a rag doll, no

Gerard:
i walked outside a cafe, cassually looking through the window. where could he be?? i hadnt seen frank since yesterday. he said he'd be here!
Frank:
Oh man...i'm not sure about this. Oh whatever. I knew i was late. I knew he'd be wondering where i was...I turned the corner to see him looking rather flustered. I loved when he got like that. I smiled weakly when he noticed me.I could feel my cheeks blushing red.
Gerard:
"uh,hey" i said why was i always at a loss of words when he was around??  " your late" i said smiling at him. " i know...." he said back...i could see him starting to blush..it was kinda cute
Frank:
"Uh..." He knew i was blushing. I could tell by his smile. I loved his smile so much. "Wanna then get coffee?" Oh great...stuttering. He laughed, "Don't worry Frankie. I know what you meant."
Gerard:
i walked into the cafe, i couldnt wipe the smile off my face, just being with frank made me exited..and he knew it. he was so cute when he stuttered...
frank:
I s

     The night was cold. Every breeze that crept through the crevices of the tour bus tortured his shivering frame. Wrapped in blankets up to his strong, slightly pointed chin, little Frankie Iero shuddered at every chill creeping its way up his spine. Whether from the cold itself or the thoughts passing through his mind, he wasn’t sure. The darkness of the bunks themselves rivaled that of the icy stillness in the air. He was never a fan of the dark. Snores echoed through the small hallway, probably those of Ray, disturbing the eerie silence of nighttime. Frank peered out of the small curtains isolating him from the other members of the band. Why did he feel like he was being watched? Closing them again, he leaned up against the corner of his bunk letting out a frustrated sigh. That’s what you get for welcoming insomnia as a sick thrill. Leaning his head back against the plastic surface of his bunk, Frank wished for sleep, knowing fully well that it w

Atrevete a rasguñar tus centrañas
a herir tu garganta
desangrarte lentamente.
Es eso lo que quieres?
Dijiste que todo era cruel
que ella no estaba presente
y eso;
te carcomia....
Cobarde te llaman,
y no solo yo
¿Pero te liberaste
de ese dolor?
En el piso estas
sin podr hablar
con tu pena consumida
y una bala hay escondida
Tus ojos lloran
la hipotensia sientes,
y el no poder hacer
nada en el presente..
Tomaste aliento,
dijiste adios.
Y con un soplo divino
ya no estas con migo.
"Y Mirarme a mi,
tan sola y triste aqui
Yo soy la que no
puede hacer nada
Porque hay distancia
Deja de Llorar!!
y ponte a actuar"
El viento sopla enfurecido
llevando los lamentos,
las lagrimas escondidas
de tus heridas.
Nosotros desvastados,
sufriendo por dentro
pero no solo el dolor nuestro.
Singular Pena,
frenesí inusitado
bala inesperada
y muerte impregnada.
Llaces en el piso
solo y vacio
esperando que te rescatara
ella, tu amada.
"Muy tarde" pense
entre susurros
Mientras veia el cielo estrellado
Y tus ojos olv