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Oliver Coronado Poem
Can an airplane swim?
With water splashing in its rim.
Does it float?
After sinking under ocean for five minutes long.
Does the plane dive?
Like a king of the sea is going to arrive.
Or does it die?
Like how my dreams fall into the ocean before it touches the sky.
Do you know what I mean?
When you live like an airplane in the ocean.
Stranded in tides and waves, with scenery in vain.
Looking up in the sky, wishing someday I could fly again.
Copyright © Oliver Coronado | Year Posted 2015
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Oliver Coronado Poem
I have a poem in my mind,
A poem that I tried.
I laugh along and I cried,
As the sense of this poem I crave to find.
I have looked on the title but there is none,
Even in my pocket it is gone.
Where would I see you under the sun?
Or is it true that you already left and would never come.
The meaning of this poem still is a mystery,
Though I am up for verse three.
This poem doesn't make sense I guess,
And it is just like me.
Copyright © Oliver Coronado | Year Posted 2015
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Oliver Coronado Poem
I always live in the past.
And I don't know till when would it last.
With memories that haunt me everyday.
With pain in every picture inside my brain.
I found my heart, broken and full of dust.
Now I can't determine artificial from real.
But I always live in the past,
And I will always will.
Copyright © Oliver Coronado | Year Posted 2015
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