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I'm planning my life,
Organizing the hours,
And counting the days.
And I find there is no place
For wasting my time on you.
Wasting time worrying, wasting time on trying to impress you, wasting time trying so hard for someone who doesn't care.
 Sep 2015 Jayanta
Jack Aylward
Pink caress
Your lips
Press
Together
To kiss
Upon mine.

©Jack Aylward,
28/9/15
I wrote this after drinking Isla Negra wine and playing 'Pink Moon' by Nick Drake, softly in the background whilst also watching the supermoon eclipse, tonight, turn a subtle pink!
But what breaks my heart
Is that I messed up again.
How can I fix this?
Is there no place for friendship
In these tangled emotions?
 Sep 2015 Jayanta
Jimmy Hegan
Appreciate Someone's feeling with gratitude and attitude,
Appreciate  Someone's awards with bottom of your heart,
Appreciate Someone's friendship like you are her best friend,
Appreciate Someone's good deeds and  works  & give rewards to him,
Appreciate Someone's love and become bridge between two lovers,
Appreciate  Someone's nature , anger  and name  to give respect.

Misunderstanding
Must be the reason for this
I don't know anything
And I am basing my thoughts
Off of misguided feelings.
 Sep 2015 Jayanta
ThePoet
I live in my own world
Inside of this cruel world
Awaiting the next world

©
 Sep 2015 Jayanta
GaryFairy
subtract sanity from misery
add a little violence
multiplied by duplicity
those voices never silence

divided by the mystery
carried over to tomorrow
this beast that lives in me
the sum of all my sorrow
 Sep 2015 Jayanta
Alyanne Cooper
How is it that I long,
No, yearn,
For a place I've never been,
Never seen,
Never touched
My toes to its land?

How is it that I pine,
No, crave,
For a home I've never lived in,
Never sat down in,
Never woke up
From peaceful slumber in?

How is it that possible?
To be so full of feeling
For that which I have only ever imagined:

Home where tranquility prevails;
Home where joviality reigns;
Home where love utter saturates.

Home where
My hands know their crafting dexterity,
My feet know their dancing steps.

Home where my heart beats.

How is this feeling more real
Than that which I have lived through?
For it is;
This longing tells me it is;
This yearning proves to me it is;
This craving solidifies its existence.

I want the intangible to become tangible.
I need the imaginary to be reality.
 Sep 2015 Jayanta
M
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 Sep 2015 Jayanta
M
no need to make storms out of breezes,
tornadoes out of butterflies,
typhoons out of drizzles. No reason to not just
let it be sunny while it is.
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