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I think of talking you
Everyday
But you're already asleep
Today too
I think of giggling you
Every time
But you're out there
Always
I know you're tired of my
Meet you some day
Since that grateful event
But I promise
I'll finally meet you
Today..
 Jan 2018 Jyotirmoy
Carlie Sims
She opens her front door only to find the works of god twisted and held under the hands of the devil
She opens the door only to find a wrath screaming and ******* making her unleveled
A wrath from her father who sings in pain and her mother who lost her sane
She tried to open the door yet each time turned her away
Her back is against the wall
She starts to collect dust and soon she starts to fade
Behind it lies insanity yet she knows that that is just humanity
She can’t see
So leave her, wannabe
Swimming pools of tears
Collected from all of these years
She wants to go outside
But her world may just collide
So the door is still kept closed from her soul
For if opened the front porch may swallow her whole
 Dec 2017 Jyotirmoy
a mcvicar
the marble walls are pressing in
and I can't find my way out
your question left unanswered
there are no clues inside my cage
and I know
that if I can't fit in this tomb
that if I don't adapt
            (to whatever
             I'm suposed
             to adapt to)
I'll asphixiate
 Dec 2017 Jyotirmoy
She Writes
I miss you
And you aren’t even gone yet
From experience
I know how this will end

One day you will find someone new
Meet someone funnier; prettier
You’ll slowly slip away
All while denying anything is wrong

When you look into her eyes
You will see a future
When you look in my eyes
You see lust and desire

There is no future for us here
so why do I let myself fall in love anyway?
 Dec 2017 Jyotirmoy
Gaby Comprés
i was born
with a heart too big to fit
inside my chest
and a soul bigger than my body
so i have chosen
to leave pieces of my heart
in the places my feet have known
in the people i have loved
in the words i have read
in the beauty my eyes have seen
and my soul-
i have scattered it like seeds
and i have left parts of it
in songs,
in poetry,
in the laughter of children,
in the arms that have held me
and the hearts that have loved me
 Dec 2017 Jyotirmoy
HLR
Blank Canvas
 Dec 2017 Jyotirmoy
HLR
Blank canvas. Such potential,
so much pressure to perfect.
I painted my first brush stroke
which was followed by regret.

I tried to wipe the canvas clean,
but the paint had sunken in.
Now my canvas is no longer blank
It is stained and it's tainted.

I tried to save the painting
what a mess I did create,
but no brush stroke, ink or pigment
could cover up the pain-
t.
step outside to morning quiet
No a soul is sight
The world slowly starts to wake
From a long and peaceful night
Color returns to the sky
As the stars go to sleep
This is a picture is my mind I will forever keep
Peaceful morning as cars drive by
It's such a beautiful day I will not lie
As I look up towards the sky
I close my eyes and take a deep breath
How I love morning quiet

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