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 Feb 2016 Jayanta
nivek
honestly
 Feb 2016 Jayanta
nivek
if I only showed kindness when I felt like it
I would be the biggest ******* on the block.
 Feb 2016 Jayanta
K Balachandran
The dark purity of the night, I lustily sought,
to juxtapose it with the exhilaration filling in me
seeing her lush,**** body's eager anticipation.

Each cell comes alive, in her libidinous embrace,
Her erogenous silken touches,blends with the satin sheen
of sheer black cover darkness unfurls one end to the other,
the  dreamy lighted spots, embellish the nightscape's  opulence.
Night, anointed us with the fluence of love, when our supple bodies,
entangled in the bed till we drunk slept, blissfully lost the world.
 Feb 2016 Jayanta
aviisevil
an old man sits quietly and watch the sun rise beyond the mountains,
a lonely young girl kisses a red rose fondly and throws it in the fountain,
a small boy runs past a mother of three looking for her daughter,
a man silently lights up a cigarette and stands by the corner,
a fat man eyes the candy shop and quickly turns his head round,
someone in black stares at the sky as they lower the coffin into the ground,
one little girl eye the beautiful lady standing next to her at the shop,
someone walking past the flower shop halts as the traffic stops,
two dreaming eyes gaze at the four eyes staring into each other,
one blind kid screams into the walls where echo lingers,
a lady in wheelchair smiles as she hands herself to her man,
two little kids in the Park slowly destroy the castle made in sand,
one man in uniform looks up at the New shiny building by the street,
a tall beautiful man looks past his eyes as they begin to weep,
a dog barks as the postman delivers the last of his chore,
a frail old man sits melancholy waiting at the door,
two young spirits race each other hand in hand at the shore,
a young boy sleeps merrily as a mother sings him a lore,
a daughter watches her father as he lovingly kisses his wife,
a mother sits by his boy as he battles death with life,
a young couple strolls down the street into their new home,
an old man sits patiently by the pavement cold and alone,
an old woman sits quietly and watch the sun set beyond the mountains,
a lonely young man picks out a red rose morbidly from a fountain.
 Feb 2016 Jayanta
Mystery Girl
There's a storm raging in my eyes
And with it comes a force so strong
It'll knock you off your feet
So be careful
I'll destroy you if you aren't
Don't get too close
It might blow you away
My misty gale
 Feb 2016 Jayanta
Olivia Kent
HENRY
 Feb 2016 Jayanta
Olivia Kent
Watching Henry rising into the twilight sky.
Clouds piling upwards.
As the sunshine says good bye.
The clouds are mountainous.
Oh hell.
The stream will be tumultuous as once again the troll's revived.
Later tonight as darkness falls.
The legend will arise.
Staying indoors.
Snug as a bug.
For tomorrow's skies will be for a short time.
So much more than wild.
"Hooray, Henry".
(c)LIVVI
 Feb 2016 Jayanta
Seth Milliman
I am but lost time in a lifetime,
Small movements disappearing in washed sand.
I can no longer bear this breathing,
Like needles upon the lungs.
Nothing ventured nothing changed,
The fire within dwindling to but a spark.
Shapeless in a crooked shaped world,
I am but lost time.
As far as I can see,
Is life but a memory?
Or a dream?
 Feb 2016 Jayanta
Em
Rain
 Feb 2016 Jayanta
Em
Rain.
Never ending rain.
It's cold, dark, and lonely - but I find comfort here in the rain.
You weren't my sunshine.
My bright, sunny day.
You were the rain, but I found comfort in the pain.
Written 1.27.16
 Feb 2016 Jayanta
jeffrey conyers
That day.
That day when I saw you.
Was the day I found love.

That day when you entered my life.
My luck beginned to change.
Was it a miracle?
Was it planned by God.
I think it was.
That day.
when I first met you.

Across the room  you was notice.
Was it the smile?
That caught my attention.

Was it those eyes?
That got my attention.
That day I came to love you.
 Feb 2016 Jayanta
Haritha Seby
I am who I am
I do not care what others think of me.
Like me or not
that is your choice.
Accept me for who I am.
I'm tired of defending my character.I am what I am. I love me! And I don't mean that egotistically - I love that God has allowed me to take whatever it was that I had and to make something out of it.
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