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 Jan 2015 Derekis
Dylan Wallace
I'm walking home
One foot at a time
2 years have come and gone
I never thought I would go back
I left them in pain
Said I would be something great
I would be famous
I failed though
How will they react
I should just turn around
But I have nowhere to go
I'm scared
There is a key under the mat
But I'm just walking home
 Jan 2015 Derekis
Dylan Wallace
I stare at my map
My map to nowhere
It's a simple map
My map to nowhere
Some people follow
My map to nowhere
Don't be fooled by
My map to nowhere
For it is not real
My map to nowhere
It's just a reminder
My map to nowhere
That anything is possible
My map to nowhere
I follow my heart
It's my map to nowhere
 Jan 2015 Derekis
Tide Islands
I’m too afraid
to die.
And far too sad
to live.
And the place
in between
life and death
is such
a lonely place
to exist.
But I am trying my best to live.
 Jan 2015 Derekis
Tide Islands
Such a tragedy
to be robbed of one's youth
like a plant that has been uprooted
before it blooms.

But there must come a day,
be it soon or late, when our bodies shall
kiss the earth as she welcomes us home
with open arms.

We will all
bloom again, but in a different way,
and our petals shall decorate the graves
of those who return.

It is alright to cry,
because our tears shall water
the fields of the ones we have loved,
for when we die,

we are flowers.
I did not know Andy. We never spoke, since I recently joined, but I know all too well the pain of having lost someone too soon.
All I can hope is that everyone who has ever loved him stays safe in this time of grief, and can soon find the comfort and healing they need. I can see he was loved very much. You are all in my thoughts.
This poem is for him and for the rest of you.
I'm sorry it is not very good, since you all deserve so much more, but I can not offer anything except my words. I feel as though anything I say will be the wrong thing to say, but I mean well.

It is my belief that when we die, our remains will eventually become flowers. When I think about this, it personally helps me cope with death. Perhaps it will help someone else through their grief.

With love,
J.E. DuPont
30.12.14

"From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity."
-Edvard Munch
 Jan 2015 Derekis
Tide Islands
We are islands, you and I,
two lonely islands at low tide.

we are separate, yet, in this sea together
through rain, or shine, or any weather

I see you across the ocean blue,
and I want to give my love to you.

i know your shores i'll never reach
but the waves carry my love towards your beach

You smile in the way that islands do,
and the winds bring your love back to me, too.

we've learned to be happy sitting here
but the tides are changing fast, i fear

I can't love you forever, only a moment in time,
because soon we will drown, come high tide.

forever is a long time anyway
and i'm glad to have known you, if only for a day

Please, don't be afraid when we sink;
there's less meaning in eternity than in a blink.

know that i love you as we drown
i promise it's alright that we won't be around

It's okay, because, one day, everyone's gone.
The ocean waves will continue on...

i send my love to you once more
and the water rises above our shores

We were islands, you and me,
two lonely islands drowned in the sea.*

© c.v. & J.E. DuPont
In case you were ever wondering why my name is Tide Islands on here,
this is it.
This is one of the only collaboration poems I have ever done in my life.
It's special to me because it was written by my fiance and I when we  were teenagers.
(I am italics, he's regular font.)
Today is the anniversary of his death:
January 19th.
I apologize for his grammar (it was kind of his style), and the fact that this poem isn't really all that good since we wrote it when we were young, but I can't really change it now that he's gone.
I wish I had a date on this one, but unfortunately, I don't.
I never wrote the date when I was younger, which I really regret not doing.
But yeah.
 Jan 2015 Derekis
ryn
Tornado
 Jan 2015 Derekis
ryn
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             *the *future is...a tornado of uncertain-
          ty• a swirling vortex, in its centre is
me•such power and speed, can ne-
ver see•can never foretell, it's hid-  
den debris•like clockwork, it will        
   make contact•by the second, bra-        
cing for next impact•the past is...      
  yet another•wild winds that echo      
     my mistakes as reminder•this twis-         
      ter within...tearing with no remo-    
           rse•destroying confident strong-
             holds, breaking feebly boarded
           doors•can't ease the rage...eat-
    en from the inside•won't stop
until...my beating heart had
        died•the present is...only this  
   frail little body•fighting huge 
battles that come incessantly  
  •fending off the future, con-        
    taining the past•not know-            
ing how long.......this disas-       
ter would last•but I'm still      
   here.....still holding integ-         
   rity......•still fighting this       
war waged in history's        
folly•will i be settl-
ed? will the winds
ever abate?•
will i ever
      come to    
terms...?
will i
ever
    acc-
          ept
                     fa      
                 t
               e
             ?
             •
 Jan 2015 Derekis
Dark Jewel
Stars in the meadow,
Cascading down into the willow.
Precious memories,
All around thee,
Bark of the willow.
The love of a fallen tree.
 Jan 2015 Derekis
Dark Jewel
My heart is beating,
Faster than lightning.
A rising storm,
Is within me.

He says "I love you",
Breaking every barrier.
Letting me release the feeling,
Like a novel.

I can feel his love,
When he looks at me.
Dark eyes of bark,
Like the soul of a tree.

My hearts desire,
To believe in us.
To have us stay together,
With no hostility.

My love,
You have made me forget.
The heartache so impure,
You've made me release.

I now know,
Where our relationship lies.
It's deeper than people know.
Behind both our eyes.
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