Maths Makes Me MaD... Or does It Really Do?

This is the 1st poem I wrote. Check it out, is call "Numb3rs".

This poem was inspired by another poem call "The Square Root of 3".

"Numb3rs"

Younger in my times

I won't do my maths exercise

It might be too late for me to realize

If I'm still in school now I would change my mind

Because this square root of 3 is like my life

And it helps me to find

That even numbers can be define

For once I didn't like numbers

After reading that poem, it makes my heart pounders

For a second there, it makes me wonders

How everyone just needs a little

Time

Work

Hope and

Faith to make everything better

After all this time

I thought I can't find the Love of my life

So, with just You and Me

Astounding as can be

A boy and a girl achieving Love like you never seen

There is nothing too impossible

To be unbelievable

But is the trust in Love that will find you

Someday

Somehow

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If you think my poem was lame, wait until you see the next one, but I think is has a beautiful side to it.

Is call "The Square Root of 3".

The poem was feature in the movie "Harold and Kumar: Escape from Guantanamo Bay".

Cool movie, you guys should check out that and "Harold and Kumar: Go To White Castle" as well, both are awesome and freaking funny...

"The Square Root of 3"

I fear that I will always be

A lonely number like root three

A three is all that’s good and right,

Why must my three keep out of sight

Beneath the vicious square root sign,

I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,

with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321

Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When, hark, just what is this I see,

Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,

Together now we multiply

To form a number we prefer,

Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds

And with the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued

And love for me has been renewed

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This poem reminds me of myself

Maybe I'm this person who scare of being alone

And hopefully luck is on my side that the quest of finding the another half of myself pret-tay soon.