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 Oct 2014 Ishshita Chanda
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 Oct 2014 Ishshita Chanda
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I know you like the back of my hand...




  *Oh, when did that get there?
You never really know someone...

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Leigh
I'm not the talking type you know
(us men will understand;
the women have seen this
in their men)
and being the lonely bloke I am
I bought a parrot for company
and just two hours observing me
in my house
the parrot said to me:
*"We ought to talk more..."
...1st in a series of 5 poems on my imaginary parrot...
 Oct 2014 Ishshita Chanda
raenona
i want to kiss you sometimes.
when i see the sun i think of your name. your voice sounds like windchimes and feels like the cold side of the pillow. please stay. stay. stay so i don't have to wake up in the middle of the night searching for another cold side, i can just search for your hand.
even though your hand feels like a cement block that could **** and destroy me in one instance. but that's okay i guess. i'd love to have my heart crushed by your hands. anytime, any day.
im terrified of your bare skin. every inch of you so beautiful. the birthmark on your face. ill never tell you because i will need to get the **** out of here someday and you'll realize why storms were named after people. but what the ***** in a name anyway?
i hate my name.
maybe one day you'll think of it as a beautiful word that flows so gently off of your tongue.
stay. sit down and promise me you'll keep me here and we both will stay.
stay.
i don't know if im telling myself that, or you.
I am from a town that told me how to walk,
Taught me to step lightly
So my foot steps would be soft
I don’t want to wake the dead
I was born in a town that cannot decide
Between sleep and insomnia
I nod along and watch my step
I shiver at night
This town has been keeping me safe
So they say
But I am restless with the evening
And the hillsides
 Oct 2014 Ishshita Chanda
r
we see the smoke
and hear the drums -

it gets old - the news
of war - no more glory

-  the dead are dying
old and young

- we see the smoke
and hear the drums -

living in our rooms
above the fray -

we turn away
like yesterday -

we see the smoke
and hear the drums -

another day.

r ~ 10/17/14
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   |     neverendingwar
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My Heartbeat is like
"Sonar"
Each beat radiates out,
"Penetrates"
The surroundings
It pings of others beats,
Repelled back to mine,
Secrets revealed within each beat
Friend,
Foe,
Hater,
Lover,
Each has its own reply,
With each beat I release
An essence of those who are
Looking,
Wishing,
Smiling,
Upon a look, each replying
As beats fasten,
Knowing the Sonar has
Penetrated deep within each ,
Showing there feelings,
That each beat echoes out to there hearts.
 Oct 2014 Ishshita Chanda
Jevaugn
Steady, pulsating drips
Form a cacophony of tiresome
Drifts of time
Winding down the twirls of
His paintbrush the trials of
Liquid resonance.
Pattern-less,
The degenerate.
Out of touch with reality,  
The artist,
In shambles.
Dialysis.
How I feel drawing and writing sometimes.
isn't foxhole prayers
it is not hoping God is there.

it isn't something you can skip
because it is relationship

would you go and ask advice
from someone you
had talked to twice?

would you ask for things your end
from someone who was not your friend?

people think prayer gets things free
they want to win the lottery!!

i can tell you... God's angry 'cause
people think He's santa claus!!!

i existed by my whim
a million miles away from Him.

I want to be inspired by
the one who saved me...
... chose to die.

these are plain and simple facts
i've been lazy... very lax.

this world is hurting!
it's headed for a pit!
i didn't pray for all of it!

i gave up. i ran away.
I was cowardly what can i say?

life is hard you must confront
I've been running
from the front!

i want to do so much more
life has got so much in store!

so here i am... at step one
right back where i started from.


catherine jarvis
I have been writing about
Being so "spiritual" and have
Neglected even my most basic
Duties as a Believer.

I must get back to my roots.

I will be reading and commenting
Again soon. But the next few days
I will be taking care of business.

Thanks for understanding.
Sky shows mood of the day
Prematurely turned gray
Once bright and clear
Now gloominess hangs low
Wilting under the pressure
Of threatening clouds
Shades of sadness across
Waiting for it to clear
My dreams can fly again
As the sun waits its turn
At the backyard
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