j-s-rogers - Hello Poetry

Our friendship is not an emotional one. It’s intellectual, spiritual. We do not Discuss ourselves or our feelings, but Our Principles and vague Ambitions And Ideals. I brought up love once and You ignored me to watch television. I was glad. We talk about the old times a lot, you and me. There’s humor and fear in our words

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Feb 6, 2014

Feb 6, 2014 at 1:56 AM UTC

j-s-rogers

To Pat

Our friendship is not an emotional one. It’s intellectual, spiritual. We do not Discuss ourselves or our feelings, but Our Principles and vague Ambitions And Ideals. I brought up love once and You ignored me to watch television. I was glad. We talk about the old times a lot, you and me. There’s humor and fear in our words

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you have good days and bad ones mostly bad ones it feels like a good day:twisted smile dimples bright eyes crinkle golden hairs i want to touch you but a bad day curved over your long limbs as you stare blankly down and hunch over and you look so dead as you frown and your eyes are dead and you are dead.you’re ******* dead.a dead angry deer run over in the street.its eyes are still open and it stares out with hatred and resentment,it isn’t natural why are you so dead I still want to touch you

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Jan 31, 2014

Jan 31, 2014 at 3:34 PM UTC

j-s-rogers

To Dennis

you have good days and bad ones mostly bad ones it feels like a good day:twisted smile dimples bright eyes crinkle golden hairs i want to touch you but a bad day curved over your long limbs as you stare blankly down and hunch over and you look so dead as you frown and your eyes are dead and you are dead.you’re ******* dead.a dead angry deer run over in the street.its eyes are still open and it stares out with hatred and resentment,it isn’t natural why are you so dead I still want to touch you

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A happy thought: cold air against my bare skin

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Jan 30, 2014

Jan 30, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC

j-s-rogers

A happy thought

A happy thought: cold air against my bare skin

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sweet boy with full lips and wide eyes baby,what can i do for you tonight? this lonely winter thursday night let me call you and hear your sweet moans

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Jan 30, 2014

Jan 30, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC

j-s-rogers

sweet boy

sweet boy with full lips and wide eyes baby,what can i do for you tonight? this lonely winter thursday night let me call you and hear your sweet moans

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I am what I do. sweet girl, blonde hair and eyes swirling danced into my life with her body ablaze “””””dance with me””””””” enchanting. but distracting broken girl, drugged up and pleading with me you are not what you do. you play.pretend.lie. I work. I thought you understood. but you wanted me to play. I don’t play. Not anymore. Leave me alone with my work. I am what I do.

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Jan 30, 2014

Jan 30, 2014 at 10:50 PM UTC

j-s-rogers

I am what I do.

I am what I do. sweet girl, blonde hair and eyes swirling danced into my life with her body ablaze “””””dance with me””””””” enchanting. but distracting broken girl, drugged up and pleading with me you are not what you do. you play.pretend.lie. I work. I thought you understood. but you wanted me to play. I don’t play. Not anymore. Leave me alone with my work. I am what I do.

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Something should really be said about the power of holding something beautiful in your hands. Because I won’t forget my little glass angel, or that golden locket, or my hand stroking your face. Crystal clear on that winter night when you kissed me and our bodies worked together perfectly.

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Jan 28, 2014

Jan 28, 2014 at 12:34 AM UTC

j-s-rogers

To Andy

Something should really be said about the power of holding something beautiful in your hands. Because I won’t forget my little glass angel, or that golden locket, or my hand stroking your face. Crystal clear on that winter night when you kissed me and our bodies worked together perfectly.

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there is nothing worse than walking down the hall and seeing a sea of blank faces me sadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsad sadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsad sadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsad sadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsad sadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsad sadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsad sadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsad sadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsadsad what’s wrong, my brothers and sisters? why are you lost? who are you? look at me LOOK.i am here. .i am lonely too

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Jan 28, 2014

Jan 28, 2014 at 12:32 AM UTC

The chicken baked in the oven but when i took it out the flesh was pale and bloody.disgusting .the raw smell sickens. .poor ****** chickens. did i do something wrong???????

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Jan 28, 2014

Jan 28, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC

j-s-rogers

cooking dinner

The chicken baked in the oven but when i took it out the flesh was pale and bloody.disgusting .the raw smell sickens. .poor ****** chickens. did i do something wrong???????

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Such dread! I hear my mother’s voice and I I’m sorry I feel off the sound of footsteps drawing nearer don’t come in her voice pierces right to my fear can’t stand it stop

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Jan 27, 2014

Jan 27, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC

j-s-rogers

such dread

Such dread! I hear my mother’s voice and I I’m sorry I feel off the sound of footsteps drawing nearer don’t come in her voice pierces right to my fear can’t stand it stop

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His sweet lips were frenzied and panicked as he Kissed me Before throwing himself back into the seat-- He didn’t mean to do it. His breath comes in short gasps as my fingers work inside him My trembling hands caress the curve of his face His blonde hair is too soft and his body jerks as he pants I whisper in his ear He begs me for more "Please...." Those smooth pink lips will be the death of me He lied to me all night long with those wide dancing green eyes (((They’re ******* shut now in pleasure and pain))) And we drove down those winding roads in the dead of night and his voice dripped with sarcasm ((Like how he’s now dripping with *** And all he gave me was his rock-hard exterior (Now he’s giving me his rock hard **** Nice ******* try. You act like you’re so ******* superior and you treat everyone like **** and you tear me down and you think you’re so cool because you go to parties and drink your beer but I saw it in you and I knew what you wanted and I knew what I wanted and I put up with you and your abuse just so I could Lay You Bare Picked apart right in front of my eyes he’s Beautiful There’s no vengeance here.

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Jan 27, 2014

Jan 27, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC

j-s-rogers

my body turns to you like a child turns to the light

His sweet lips were frenzied and panicked as he Kissed me Before throwing himself back into the seat-- He didn’t mean to do it. His breath comes in short gasps as my fingers work inside him My trembling hands caress the curve of his face His blonde hair is too soft and his body jerks as he pants I whisper in his ear He begs me for more "Please...." Those smooth pink lips will be the death of me He lied to me all night long with those wide dancing green eyes (((They’re ******* shut now in pleasure and pain))) And we drove down those winding roads in the dead of night and his voice dripped with sarcasm ((Like how he’s now dripping with *** And all he gave me was his rock-hard exterior (Now he’s giving me his rock hard **** Nice ******* try. You act like you’re so ******* superior and you treat everyone like **** and you tear me down and you think you’re so cool because you go to parties and drink your beer but I saw it in you and I knew what you wanted and I knew what I wanted and I put up with you and your abuse just so I could Lay You Bare Picked apart right in front of my eyes he’s Beautiful There’s no vengeance here.

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