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Every time you sigh,
a little of you goes by
And every time you cry,
you always think it's time.

Flower in the wind,
where are you going?
You may have sinned
and stopped growing.

Why are you so afraid?
Always shivering and bickering
You always have a maid
Why aren't you listening?

Words don't mean a thing
Or do they?
You're just a fling
Hurts, nay?

Staring at the daystar,
why is it so afar?
Does it hate the way we live
Or is it because in the wrong we believe?

Notorious it may seem,
fixing at the seams
Why is it notorious?
You're just oblivious.

Thus, would I hate
Doesn't have an excuse.
It may be too late,
You lose

How much it annoys!
Where is that voice?!
Boys will be boys
But the girls, who knows?

© Jerrika Tonio, 2015
A poem made by my friend, Jerrika. (It's her first poem!)
Just as I was about to sail through calm waters, a tidal wave emerges
tossing my ship on a lone island, beautifully wrecked.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
Drove away, broke the breaks
Closed my eyes... where am I now?
Perhaps I've sailed
too close to the sky.
Rowing and rowing,
unminding the splinters.
To bleed just a little
And bleed more and more.

If I'd fly an airplane,
I'd explore the seas
To chuckle underwater
watching a submarine burn.
Went a little insane
or so I was told.
Said they'll build me a fortress,
but they'd call it an asylum.

They'd always visit
when most are fast asleep
Running back and forth
as their tails touch the floor.
I love how their eyes glisten,
clustered stars in a black hole.
But they only saw me once
through the window on the door.

Freed at last!
Or so I thought.
They gave me shelter -
the finest they had.
Pinpointing I was happy
whilst their words deny
So mute the sound,
see how they open their mouths.

Maybe I was stable
so they let me be.
But the more I stay,
the more I drift away.
They may see the goodness,
but I only see the sins.
Crawled back to my asylum -
**the place where I should be.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
Took a little walk
down the empty streets
Not knowing that you'll be the friend
to come along with me.
Picking flowers along every aisle
Hoping to create a magnificent bouquet
But I never knew for sure
that they'd die soon, all the same.

crash, clash, dash, smash

Told you to stay, to not take the risk,
but you still took a step--

The road has been paved
with the broken glass
of shattered promises.

Hopes and dreams, ruthless lies
Obscure imagery, my mind creates-
that my eyes can never see.

Smokes and ashes, there's no boundary

May have picked the rubbles
to reconstruct the whole,
but you built a peephole instead.
It could have been
my first time to see,
but the picture was blurred.
The bold sentence came from a book.
Originally dedicated to my beloved friend, Jerrika :)

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
 Apr 2015 josin137
Sam Weir
I should let you know instead i'll let you go.
 Apr 2015 josin137
HelloPeople
Daisy
 Apr 2015 josin137
HelloPeople
Well it seems that all those days,
All those nights
They were worth it

You now bloom as a beautiful daisy
You look ever- lovely

Now you'll give smiles to everyone
And not just shine on me
I know that you're too beautiful,
For me to pick and keep

My days of watering you is done
I can sadly say I've lost the 'one'

There will be someone...
That'll be your 'sun'
The only daisy that I can give to you.
 Apr 2015 josin137
Estherzz21
Thy who have no hatred,
will never have love;
Thus says the one,
that knows hatred is in love.

Emotions are hateful,
depression is lovely;
yet they say its the opposite,
because they've never tried.

And so I close my eye
in hatred and in love;
To advert it from you,
to amend my mistake.

So Hatred started to fall,
to fall into,
to fall deeply;
and finally In Love.
It's not love when there's no hate.
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