hawaii
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As she was thrown out
She found a safe keeping
In a sweaty bout
With her punches sweeping
The opponent off their feet
She lost the fight
Foraging finch, led amiss.
Madescent billows roared, as clouds enshroud
And a sudden cascade coalesced
With a well-timed jet stream & menacing westerly wind.
It’s a monsoon, pitch, and roll!
The sun scorches on the fine, coal-black sand
Sitting there are many birds popping in orange, red, dark periwinkle, and green
This is my cousin’s beautiful and tropical homeland
The thing about the earth is that
It isn’t round
Because god made it like that.
It’s so the sound of my voice doesn’t
Touch yours.
Across the vast blue ocean,
Rising out of the rainbow reef,
Lies a solitary Island.
Its tree-crested mountains,
And river-carved valleys,
On islands where sea-salt breezes blow,
And purple tropic flowers grow,
And trees are laden with coconuts,
On islands where sunrays seldom touch.
Volcanoes erupt and spout with glee,
1893, they overthrew the queen.
Stole the kingdom,
and killed her dream.
A dream that her people were safe,
that they will not suffer.
That dream is no longer.
What is narcissism?
Can’t someone tell me?
Oh wait no ones here but me.
The reflection of myself through the glared glass
Makes it hard to see.
The nature of it, blinding.
Waking up in a panic, I had another dream with out you.
Something like the sky of clouds with out the blue.
This wasn’t unheard of, please she prayed.
This is unbearable, please don’t stray.
Room 203
Room 203, English 10,
She still remembers it now and then.
Every other day theyʻd meet each other,
From the frosty top
of Haleakala,
to the sunkissed sand
of Hanauma Bay.
The beauty nature
is evident everywhere you turn.
The landscape of Hawaii
is awesome.
A variety of ecosystems
I used to be able to time travel.
The time-portal to the past and present was a warm, blue seat.The time-portal to love was through vast, green bamboo stems.
So
I live in beautiful, sunny Honolulu, Hawaii
Pristine beaches and year-round summer weather
Right?
True
For the most part.
I walk to school every morning, 10 AM
He is granted the Moses opening
The water from her eyes drown the aftermath
Penury has foisted her innocence
Extenuating the bedlam accrues everyday
The sight of flesh is beginning to sear
To most, I am a statistic.
A product of a generation raised by absent fathers.
Fathers who chose to forget their daughters and leave their sons to disrespect their sisters and mothers.
We high five each other when we are ready to fail a test we didn't study for
We run around and ho wild when we're with each other
But in front of those scary teachers, we're on our best behavior
I takes two to lie upon the fallen leaves
Whispering of the beautiful scenery
Remembering the good things
Working through the bad
To build a bright future
It takes two to lie upon the fallen leaves
Whispering of the beautiful scenery
Remembering the good things
Working through the bad
To build a bright future
