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Haylin Jun 2018
If you want to find me,
You know I am easily found.
Watching sunsets,
Sitting at the hideaway,
With the ocean breeze.
Under turquoise skies,
Exploring Lanikai,
Kaena on North Side.
Out here by the sea,
And in forests,
Running along wild things,
Along mountain edges,
Roaming free.
MARK RIORDAN Jan 2018
HAWAII BALLISTIC MISSILE SYSTEM AN ALARM
WAS MISTAKENLY SENT OUT
COME ON GUYS WHAT A MISTAKE
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT



WITH THE TENSION IN NORTH KOREA
A MISTAKE LIKE THIS IS WRONG
KIM JONG UN IS NOW LAUGHING BECAUSE
YOU ARE PLAYING HIS FAVOURITE SONG



DONALD TRUMP AND ROCKET MAN
DON'T NEED ANYMORE TENSION
WHEN YOU ARE DEALING WITH NUCLEAR WEAPONS
STUPIDITY LIKE THIS I HAVE TO MENTION
BALLISTIC MISSILE SYSTEM IN HAWAII WAS SET OF  BY MISTAKE THESE TYPE OF MISTAKES ARE SO DANGEROUS BECAUSE OF ALL THE TENSION WITH NORTH KOREA
Martin Mikelberg Jan 2018
alonenesting
A take-off of onenesting, emphasizing or underscoring the nene's  unapparent attempt to continue the species ( a nene is an almost extinct Hawaiian duck)
Nicole Eden Jan 2018
the ocean is the color of your bluest eyes
the sand is as fine and soft as it is when i run my fingers through your hair
the sun sears my skin in the same way as your lips do when they touch my body
the island of maui is a paradise i used to equal to laying in your arms
now i realize comparing you to paradise was me caught in my own daydream
there can be only one paradise
and sadly that is not you
Elioinai Sep 2017
there's a little starfish gem
hanging from my crystal Moti dish
You brushed it as you entered the room
and even though I told it
whispered no
it twisted farther down
with each calm glance I gave you
Energy
Lightness I hadn't known I lacked
suddenly filled my countenance
*like a charm
I made the word Moti as romantic derivative of the word Emotion. Moti also happens to mean "pearl" in Hindi and Urdu.
Neon Robinson Sep 2017
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Cabin Boy
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Wondering memories of wild adolescence,
Flash before me like a mental Rolodex
Reverberating daze,
Time cannot take away.
A fifteen–year–old,
Broken neck calypso.
Gazing through the jungle-o window
Unequipped to fathom what was about to happen.

I saw the moon in your eyes,
And knew;
You smile in the way that islands do,
And the zephyrs planned to bring your love back to me, too.

You were everything I imagined.
Sunlight on a dismal day,
The lone palm in the tropic heat,
A boyish grin that made my flowers bloom;
You were the Cabin Boy.
Realizing, all you can be at 23
is yourself.

And I am the wanderer's wandering daughter.
The pretty little minor that come hell or high water,
You broke California law for.

I waited at your f i n g e r
t
i
p
s
Just his little Pisces *******.
Who didn't exist till 1996.

An inevitable source of panic that would rise in his eyes
Every time he kissed,
Her Kona lips.
Until deciding he had to leave,
Claiming island fever, on his way out the back door.

Lost as a half-gone waning moon.  
With only the ocean’s waves continuous roar
Sun burnt, white foam, salt spray,
Condemned - to an inevitable end
Unable to prevail past the break at your soul's cliff edge.

I grab a raft to float;
In the deep waters of the heart.
Somewhere in between the no -
longer & the still -
to-come
Washed upon my soul’s sand.

Reaching out with new green shoots -
Resurrecting the chthonic biome
From deep within the molten core
Till the blocky incline fell away,
And I found myself;
On the surface of a lake of solidified lava.
To the boy that broke my heart.
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