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 Feb 2018 Acina Joy
Nikki
 Feb 2018 Acina Joy
Nikki
Your favorite number is eight
Because on its side it makes infinity
It became a mark of our friendship
Something you always sent to me

It meant we were friends forever
That we would never part
That you would always feel this way
Deep in your heart

But it didn't mean anything
It was all a lie
And you just left me here
Without a proper goodbye
 Sep 2017 Acina Joy
Jay Lewis
Do you ever forget,
how lonely you are?
When the silence creeps in,
like the moon and the stars.
And all they see above so high,
is untold stories,
seen by those twinkling lights.

Everything that we once knew,
It was false, untrue.
We didn't know the truth,
Watching the stars burn as they die.

We're made of stardust too,
When I look at them,
I think of you.
They know our untold story
and how it'll never touch pen to page.
Why do you think it rains?
They're crying for us two,
Don't feel lonely,
when I'm always with you.
 Sep 2017 Acina Joy
Courtney O
Love in the 21st century
is not for the faint of heart
men hoard at my sides
I have to watch them go

Sell yourself,
read the signals
be strong,
learn to find in the chaos
a little bit of sweet love

Love in the 21st century
looks like a fight for the fittest
only they'll survive
the rest we are underachievers

And in the amidst of my disorders
find you standing taller
maybe as a door to open
the one who ignited me

He touched me and I overflowed
The hottest was the less expected
But he won't call me again
Because love in the 21st century
is tough, is hard, is not for everyone
How you used me, fooled me, entertained me
how long have you been planning this
Love is not enough
in the 21st century
 Sep 2017 Acina Joy
mk
the paper house is blowing away
with the winds of confrontation
the paper people tear and reform
their hands no longer connected
the wars are now in the form of words
and silences

we used to watch these lives on t.v.
never thought they would happen to me
but the hurricane approaches and paper houses fall down
i will have to build myself up from the ground
but i don't have the glue or the scissors
or even the paper people to fix
so i'll sit in this corner and watch the parade
nobody thought it would end up this way
please stop fighting
 Sep 2017 Acina Joy
Vinnie Brown
The heart has died a time or two
Yet, the courage still remains
A new narrative
A fiction rooted in truths
In a world in flames
With a villain called Love
As the story goes
The sun loved the moon
As the waves kiss the shore
And the hero is death
Pitted to lose
For love and life are but the great devils
Descended the gods from the heavens
For in our back story we were lovers
Chasing inspiration
Weaving the old into the new
Treating the pestilence
With simple kisses
Consumed by hope
Seeing something that isn't there
Careful not to bite
We don't forget, what is always there
And sometimes it's so unreal
There will always be some mornings that we will forget where we are and we'll reach for one another across the endless scapes of the mattress we call home
 Sep 2017 Acina Joy
Maria Zyka
AWAKE
 Sep 2017 Acina Joy
Maria Zyka
I clasped his hands
Burning roses struck my heart
─hot blood invading my veins
I laid in his smile
It was an art
We blinked rhythmically together
Once, twice, thrice, and then
─it rains
The sun left, the clouds came
His hands suddenly disappeared from mine
He was shrinking, shrinking, shrinking
But then I realized
─it was just me waking
Differentiate your daydreams from reality.
 Sep 2017 Acina Joy
Àŧùl
True love has knocked my door at last,
How sweetly and how elegantly,
Exactly the love I have always desired.

When I have started putting my effort,
Always precarious is my future,
Yes it is always brutally challenging.

Your smile is not just brilliant,
Of course, it is also very sweet,
Until a long time it'll assure me.

Love was always a complex thing,
Obviating my life off its loneliness,
Violins here play very melodiously,
Ending not before we get old really.

Myself the Adam in our story,
E**ve is yourself in this saga.
Even Mountains Will Make Way For Me Seeing The Way You Love Me
It will be so gorgeous.

Acrostic Continuum.

You are my strength.
I will be strong with you.
Still you are not liable.

My HP Poem #1660
©Atul Kaushal
We are born to die
We die to live
We exist to give
Not to receive, nor to deceive

To be always truthful
And to always stay youthful
To be spontaneous
But conscientious

Life is too short to be unhappy
Spend no time in worry
Do it not in a hurry
And just enjoy the journey
September 9, 2017
9:27pm
 Sep 2017 Acina Joy
Matt
I cannot say that I fell
skyward into the blacks of your eyes
after your crescent moon smile
washed out the ground beneath me.

No, I leapt.
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