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 Feb 2015 Flita Fernandes
Gwen
As thousand of dreams died
So did those who were the makers of them
They wanted to go to a new home
But they'd never reach the other side
The Ship of Dreams
Ended up becoming a nightmare
She was Unsinkable
Yet it took only two hours and twenty minutes for her to go down
About the Titanic
 Feb 2015 Flita Fernandes
Jai Rho
There are angels
where are angels
are there angels
where you are
angels there are
angels where are
angels there you
are an angel
everywhere there
are angels where
you are my
angel everywhere
Mostly I think about the world.

Religion and culture.
Freedom and peace.
Equality and Racism.
The world system.
School system.
The ****** system.
People who **** eachother.
Heartless people.

Heartless people like you.

Yes.
Sometimes I still think of you.
Think about what we could be
in this mostly cruel world..
There's a place inside her that is darkened
She fears the lives of those around her fade.
All inside her mind, there's a black spot and
Now she wishes in the light she'd stayed.

She doesn't think that she can bear the burden
It presses down upon her like a weight
The voices cry around her to let go, but
She is too afraid of what's at stake.

She cries out in wont of such a helper
As one who seemed to be there long ago.
He'd comfort her; always gave her shelter
But now it seems that he has let her go.

Her struggle only seems to bring her lower.
The thought comes to her mind to just give up.
Just when she thinks nothing else can save her,
Her godly savior comes to pick her up.

Now whenever her steps seem to falter,
She will send her prayers to Him above
Who she screamed back to when he came to call her
And now He sends His own to her in love.
To cook something beautiful
You need a few unsightly ingredients.
Like to make a cake
You need flour and baking soda
Baking powder, sugar, and a hint of salt
Water and eggs.
They aren't appealing to look at
By themselves
Or even when mixed together.
But when handled right,
And with a little time
Love and care
An oven and a spatula
You conform them into exactly the right shape
And those unsightly ingredients become
A tasty treat,
But what's a cake without frosting?
It's something bigger than what it was.
It's a combination
The frosting makes it more
Visually appealing,
It masks the overly cooked
Side.
Some air pockets from
An inexperienced
Or careless chef.
It's masks imperfections.
You can't force a cake to become perfect.
It needs time,
it needs love,
it needs care.
Dare I say it again,
It needs time,
It needs love,
It needs care.
When the cake
Gets those, and is left alone
To bake,
To think about what it's job is,
To not just be beautiful
Covered in frosting
But without it as well,
You'll have the best ****
Cake you've ever made.
It won't be over done on one side
Or the other,
It won't have air bubbles,
It'll glisten and gleam,
And be pristine.
You'll have a cake
Beautiful
On the inside and out.
People are like cakes
Cloaked in the world of poetry
You get to feel every emotion closely
Smallest details become extravagant
Expansive and glorious is the world
Praying at the altar of your muse
The warmth seeps through every pore
Wakening the frozen emotions
Grab the cloak closer to your being
That’s poetry and the world you realize
You exist, as poetic world becomes reality
I don't know why I do the things I do.
I hear wise men have a sayin'
To everything there is a reason
If only they could help me out
I'd start believing

I walk that deserted road season after season
Is it because we said our goodbyes there in the distance
Or because the ringing of the church bells give me hope for some reason

Well...
I am told wise men have a saying
To everything there is a reason
If only they could help me out I'd start believing
Age of death finally came
Claiming the one thing he can lend
In a land thought to be unknown
Little flower asking to be grown

"Enough is enough" he said
Second chances can't be begged
A song writtten to it's head
Waiting to be wrote but will die instead

Crying and shouting
A bee can be found lost by wings
Mesmerizing the thought
Same land as the flower, he was caught

"I heard the message my dearest soul"
Death said, being an ironic ghoul
The wings that led him to fly
Caused the pain that made him asked why?

He who had tried
To have the maiden's love
She who have been blind
Pain strucked, faster than one's sight

One deserved more
One should be punished
One who's willing to sacrifice
One who's blinded by pride

Both will own
Same world but in different kinds they are known
Related but not the same
Both aim something but only one should be blame

The day that death set
Destiny is what they get
Flower as the maiden who at first smelled like a rose
Who came out eventually with a heart of a stone
While the bee who can possibly have a strangled mind
But the truth is his heart's the one pure and kind
This poem is about betrayal and love. How people can be blinded by something that has lesser value than the one they have. How come they choose something worse when they could have something better.
Oh God, Oh God
I had wished a perfect life

As seeds grow into sprouts
Which dreams were possible
Sprouts into seedlings
When life is started to be filled with doubts

Seedlings into trees
Which when failure starts to crossed our minds
Most expectations tends to be lowered
With the reality which hopes and dreams can't empower

It is then we start to think of another option
For the dreams, we thought when we were seeds
Is cleared and decided to just be wrong notions

BUT, the replacement doesn't mean worse
IT doesn't mean real life is cursed
Imperfect openings can lead to the best endings
Especially if you know victory's worth greetings
Dreams are perfect. It is the path that leads us to the thought that they're impossible to reach. It is in our decisions if we'll let the path to bring us to the wrong direction or we'll draw our own path for our own success. One thing is for sure, dream is definitely the key for future.
I glanced at your picture
On my wall it's a permanent fixture

I felt a welling up in the corner of my eye
I was so determined not to cry

Despite my best efforts
A little tear drop started to form
It was all salty and warm

It was a determined little thing
Its friends it wanted to bring

To smear my face
and make me look a disgrace

But I fought him back
with my little tissue pack
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