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 Sep 2016 Jurtin Albine
Àŧùl
You tell me another story.
But I gathered some facts.
Lame excuses' it's a lowry,
I'm so fed up of your acts.
Getting the tinnitus because I'm lovelorn,
So tired of locking yours with my horn,
Are you dead tired of fighting too?

Did you not know this already too?
Gaining what out of the fight you are,
Only we can be the best possible friends.
Come descend back home,
A helpless heart awaits you,
Another ceasefire beckons,
Come let's bury the hatchet.
HP Poem #1159
©Atul Kaushal
Always loved fire,
Daddy the matchstick, Mommy?
she was the pyre.
A haiku
Come sail with
me, far out into
the rolling
waves of
Aquamarine.
Peacefully
between the
endless black sea
and
the shimmering
skies.
Further and further...
Drifting away from
where
we want to be,
who
we want to be.
Come sail with
me and dream
of blue velvet dreams
under the
moon and stars.
Until we get
carried away
by a Moonlight shadow
as the heart of the sea
breathes us,
We slowly sink in the
haunted remains
of the Universe
Love is like the rose
Beautiful, lush, fragrant
Yet forestalls it
Of being plucked
From the thorns
Of our own creation
Cut away your thorns and pluck love while it is ripe!
 Sep 2016 Jurtin Albine
Cara May
Here's a story.
I saw him standing on the hallway
while walking
and I caught myself being a Cheshire cat.

oh lord,
what a Greek God he is.
Gravity just pulled my heart and my soul into the earth core,
I admired his pretty face,
and my mind clouded by lust.

The second time I saw him,
I still caught myself being a Cheshire cat.
superficial infatuation
 Sep 2016 Jurtin Albine
Cara May
when you touch her do you think of me? because every silent night I think of you honey.
memories
what's the source
from sadness to finishing a paper
this is the most asked question
no one wants to hear the little things
no one cares about the small details that make the source so important
we all want to hear about the source
the big bang
they want to open you up and cut it out and tell you if you passed or not
they’ll critique your work and point out those flaws and still ask for the source
the source isn't what hurts
it’s what falls apart due to the build up
it’s what rips you apart from the inside out
it’s the strongest part
why can’t we focus on the build up
so i don't have to fall into this dark abyss that forces me to compare the source of my sadness to the struggles of citing a paper
so i won't have to think of everything I've ever done wrong when im asked what my sources were
who my sources were and how they helped to build my paper
the source only hurts when you poke at it
help me make them stop poking at it
you'll see how little the source matters
my words and my ability to use them to support my claim should be enough to choose whether i pass or fail not the ability to use someone else as my backbone
i should be my own backbone
grade that
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