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 Apr 2014 Harkaran
r
Black Lipstick
 Apr 2014 Harkaran
r
She hides her smile
behind black lipstick.
Her voice is low
and in between.
She smells of loneliness
and cigarettes.
She sings for me
when she is high.

She gets me higher
than I can go.
She takes me low
and in between.
Her heart's on fire
when she sings.
Her voice is smokey,
full of pain.

She sings of loneliness
and broken dreams.
Her dance is low
and in between.
She gets me high
and lets me down.
She kisses me
with black lipstick.

r ~ 4/29/14
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 Apr 2014 Harkaran
betterdays
Somewhere
my
doppleganger
sits eating
chinese take out
for one
watching reruns of Friends
alone  
except for
the cat on her lap
and the four more
scattered about her flat.
She sits
thinking
wishing
life was different
How do I know this
because
that would be me
IF
you had found her first
 Apr 2014 Harkaran
Liz Humphrey
Oh, Lac Operon, gene cluster great, you code for enzymes three,
but only if Lactose in the cell arrives to set you free.
Lac Z, Lac A, Lac Y: these genes would be expressed
yet a crafty protein from gene I keeps you so repressed.
Binding to the Operator, I’s Repressor keeps you capped.
Do not despair—Lactose saves you from this cruel Repressor trap,
for Lactose turns the Repressor off, giving you the space
to make galactosidase, transacetylase, and lactose permease.
Then Polymerase binds the Promoter, and the Lac genes have their day.
yet alas! They break down Lactose, taking your savior away.
When Lactose is gone, the Repressor binds and causes you to freeze,
so Operon, to live again, you must find more milk and cheese.
Inspired by science.
 Apr 2014 Harkaran
Devin
I remember it
That day , preserved in my memories for all eternity
The day I saw you
The day my heart was stolen
The day my mind became slave to you
And my heart forever your prisoner.

I live now, heartless ...
Listening to the songs only I can hear
The songs you sing ...
My efforts are futile , for I can't resist you
I let the symphonies erode my being.

Unrequited love has become my dark rainbow
I try to see the beauty , but I am ultimately destroyed
I try to move on , but I cannot.

My heart cries when I see you with her
My happiness shatters and I die over and over again
I continue to cry as the sun hits my face
Oh , I wish I could forget
Forget the start

When a boy , stole another boys heart ...
 Apr 2014 Harkaran
Katie Biesiada
I am an introvert.
Or so they say.
But I don’t know why they say half the things they do anyway…
What is an introvert?
Someone who enjoys the quiet
Page turns of a good book?
Someone who enjoys the
Euphoria of sipping tea?
Someone who prefers yoga
Basked in the candle-light glow
Over a mind full of mary jane?
Why yes, then,
I am an introvert…
…drowning in my own solitude
 Apr 2014 Harkaran
Hayleigh
her eyes
 Apr 2014 Harkaran
Hayleigh
Its harder to get lost in a desert than in her eyes.
 Apr 2014 Harkaran
Jayanta
Today while coming back from work
Make a visit to market of humanity
I saw, our respected friend scruples sales...  
  ...... Maturity... with happiness

I stepped-forward to him...... and asked.....
‘You are here?’
He said, “What I can do! For everything you have to do marketing!”
I asked “how do you sale maturity?”
He replies “it is a matter of investment!
Now definition and priority changes.....
Maturity..... means.... maturity of policy, bond, fixed deposit....
Then only you can purchase happiness in this market.......”

I again inquired,
“What is ‘its cost’.......?”
He replied,
“Your investment is depending on how much happiness you want to procure!
Some time it is free, if you will exchange your getting on happiness with new! “

I left the market, with a plan to make a search
about our getting on happiness to get a new !
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