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 Oct 2014 Maximilian Ilagan
Ash
Have you seen these oceans?—
They rise and crash on me
But my feet stand strong here
So I do not fall down

You are my own ocean—
Crashing against me
So blue and so unclear
Yet I will never drown
Ever so changing like a rhyme
              Color
                    Never
                           Bound

Falling down one at a time
              Going
                    Sinking
                           Ground

Shivering alone, not really seen
              Cold
                    Lonely
                           Freezing

Waiting for what cannot be foreseen
              Counting
                    Faith
                           Believing

Distant thunder calls for rain
              Dripping
                    Dropping
                           Crying

Inside feeling nothing but pain
              Never
                    Stop
                           Trying

As the seasons change, so does the weather
               Spring
                     Summer
                            Fall

Love keeps all things together
               Emotions
                     Conquer
                             *All
 Oct 2014 Maximilian Ilagan
Julia
I believe
That writers are
So brave
Because each time
They start writing
Blotting ink onto
Their paper
Frustratingly typing on
Their laptop
They rip their heart out
Of their chest
And show the world
What it's made of.
I can be your support,
your shoulder,
your soul mate.

I can be your friend,
your fling,
your fantasy.

And more,

I can be your lover.

But I can't,
Because you don't allow me to.
dark hair, brown eyes,
She saw past all the lies,
higher and higher we get,
rain wouldn't even get us wet,
pills or joints. but whats the point,
I never reached her until she came to me,
calm and stormy behaviors just like the sea,
I finally spoke and her eyes awoke,
fear and love was in the smoke,
I asked about us and she was still,
realizing *it was my heart that she killed.
In 8th grade, I read a book for English class called, "Go Ask Alice" , It then became my favorite book of all time. That's where the title came from. As for the poem, I dunno..
 Oct 2014 Maximilian Ilagan
Miki
"How do you keep so unattatched?"*

What do you mean?
I hear this question so much.
I guess you just dont see.

I'm not holding back
Or doing anything
I just don't know how
To hold onto anything

I never had a home
Or any long term friends
Letting go is manditory
Everything ends

This isn't a good thing
I don't know how to love
Don't try to be me
It hurts. It's numb

I'd rather be attatched
Sown at the hip
Helplessly heartbroken
Longing for your lips

Instead i despise you
For latching on so tight
I just want to run
I know that isn't right

So don't ask me that again
There's no special trick
If i could love i would
If only i could stick
An explanation
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