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Steph Dionisio Oct 2014
I still remember that sad day, it was May 24, 2013;
the last time I saw you with the body that so thin.
You looked so weak and your eyes were scared.
You held my hand softly- I wasn't prepared.

I hated the way you suffered a lot.
But I've witnessed how you bravely fought.
It has been more than a year,
but what happened are still clear.

Oh hundreds of days are passing by,
You know I love you that my heart can't say goodbye.
Though now I know you're in the best place,
I still miss the moment when we don't have space.

Last night I saw you- in my dream.
You were wearing green and your smile gleamed.
I ran so fast and hugged you tightly.
I knew to myself that I miss you so badly.

I guess it God's way of saying, you are in peace,
and dreaming of you is saying, my love for you won't cease.
Seeing you in my dream is good enough,
believing that you're with the Lord is more than enough.


*-Steph Dionisio, October 15, 2014
This poem is dedicated to my Uncle Seong who died last year of May 2013 because of lung cancer. I love you so much, Uncle.
Our love has been limitless, until now.
It seems as though an earthquake has stricken us,
and the tree of longevity lost its bough.
Lifeless bodies are carried by.

We've had our moments,
from those good, to those bad.
We've fought, we've laughed, but most of all, we've loved.
Our memories shall not fade, nor smother.
Our love may not heal, nor be bought.

In times of hardship, we fought with persistence.
And now, it's all gone, vanished with the last puff.

Let no-one who loves be in deep sorrow,
as even love when it's lost has its own rainbow.
I have no idea what I am writing, but I guess this is what this website is all about! Expressing yourself freely.

Enjoy guys.
Daylight 4U2C Jan 2014
If you give a wishing stone,
she'll travel out all on her own.
She'll  leave behind the fear and pain,
and keep herself from going insane.
While her friends are getting diagnosed,
she'll be somewhere in her boat.
Maybe she'll have tea for two,
but at least she'll know what to do.
And they may ask, and plead, and beg to be in her world,
but she'll certainly say,
"Be gone, be gone, or off with your head."
Which should be said, since they cursed her be dead.
If you give a girl a wishing stone,
she'll truly feel all alone,
and for those who never cared "be gone!"
The queen has finally sang her song.
She was never a fool, just a withered small bud,
and those pigs would throw her around in the mud.
So sure she dreams and dazes off,
but she can do whatever she wants.
She earned a bit of recognition,
for all antagonize and inhibition.
Give that girl some cheer,
she fought a war for all those years.
Stop the hate for her being crushed,
unlike some, she had no love!
The glass shattered hard,
it's no surprised it became shards.
Giving time and yells,
doesn't heal, it kills.
If you give a girl a wishing stone,
you've given her one happiness finally of her own.
anonymous Apr 2014
i was idle in my speech
my fingertips would slowly drift away from yours
my love for you was no longer visible
and my soul would disappear into pure existence

though, there was a part of me
a small fragment of care but my affection truly showed
and i found my self clinging from a high rope
i was fragile, but my strength for love had a chance

i looked down, and i saw failure
i saw loss, i saw plain nothing
then i looked up, and i saw hope
i saw success and i saw something

i took grip, and i clenched my hands on the wire of love
and pulled my self to the surface
one step backward was a step forward
because i discovered determination

now from then on i found you and you found me
me and you created a dynasty
our love towards each other remained an ash
in a box where we were together at last

— The End —