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 May 2015 jcc
Anthony Caceres
Lust
 May 2015 jcc
Anthony Caceres
Thats all you are,
From your hair to your hips
It makes me want to do flips

These demons make me not care
These demons make me...
want to tear your clothes apart
Something about your smile
Something about your legs
Its like your stacking pegs
Getting no where
because caring is something
that isn't their


I love the way you look at me when were done
I love the way your body looks when your on top
I love the way you look
I love the way
I love the
I love
No!
I lust
 May 2015 jcc
ochuko blaze
What a powerful emotion
That has propel mortal toward becoming a dead tissue.
As a man who had already committed ****** before stepping out to commit the crime,making the body as restless as the sea that has no dwelling place.
You are has cold has death itself that you victim are like the living dead who had died and still lives at the same time.
You are like a soul destroyer that blast into the better part of one's happiness with a river of tears,casting shadow into the life of your victim.
Putting an end to the existence of a living soul inhabiting two individual. destroying the bedrock in which every relationship is built with a river of endless tears.
Oh my soul
For it is wrapped up with sadness moaning the lost of my happiness,that my soul has become an immortal of tears that never grow tired,hungry,thirsty and never stop crying.
Oh my world
The world I have built with pillars of happiness now destroy with sadness.
 May 2015 jcc
Langston Hughes
Democracy will not come
Today, this year
   Nor ever
Through compromise and fear.

I have as much right
As the other fellow has
  To stand
On my two feet
And own the land.

I tire so of hearing people say,
Let things take their course.
Tomorrow is another day.
I do not need my freedom when I'm dead.
I cannot live on tomorrow's bread.

      Freedom
      Is a strong seed
      Planted
      In a great need.

      I live here, too.
      I want freedom
      Just as you.
 May 2015 jcc
Langston Hughes
I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.
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