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May 2014 Will Rogers III

Queen Sidus

i loved every single thing about him. all those moments with him, of course, have already been betided. i desired to repeat the past but i don't behold the possibility.

i have ascertained that he had to scoot away from me. it made me feel woebegone. my fragile heart shattered into pieces. everything i saw bedimmed my mind.

he was my everything. he made me experience transcendence which brought my hopes up high. he just left without any farewells; i was too attached to him.

why did he leave without stating any motive? how could i move on? what would my life look like without his presence? will i persist loving another person?

i guess that i have to carry on. life goes on even though he has vanished. i deserve someone better. yet, it's the juncture to let go.

i apologize if what i have written does not make any sense. it just came from my thoughts. thank you for your time. may God bless your soul.

May 2014 Will Rogers III

D.O.O.M

May 2014 Will Rogers III

WARM WINTER

D.O.O.M

At dooms door,
tears galore.
Not tears of sadness,
but tears of fear,
fear of what lies behind the door.
Furthermore, my soul is sore,
sore from war,
war with myself.
Oh but why?
i need not know,
all i need know is that lies lie within a lie,
it was all a lie.
Truly.

The Minds conviction, the Hearts metamorphosis

May 2014 Will Rogers III

You're Perfectly Beautiful ( いちばん本当にうつくしいです)

May 2014 Will Rogers III

jerely

You're Perfectly Beautiful ( いちばん本当にうつくしいです)

Your eyes that reflects on a sunlight
Were breezing of the air
Relaxed the calmness of your hair
Smoothly aroused by the gentleness of your hands
To the tip of your tongue
To the bittersweet taste of the deluxe eye chocolate.
Your memories could spread by its viral virus
Were thousands of people could catch a cold
Because you are like a hashtag that could be trending all over the world
And that's because of your beauty
that will never die.

May 10, 2014
Copyright
Jerelii

#beauty #thoughts #exceptional #glam

May 2014 Will Rogers III

Addiction

May 2014 Will Rogers III

Fenix Flight

Addiction

White powder
NO
its definitally not Flour

Clear bitter liquid
NO
It's definitally not water

Needle after needle
NO
Its definitally not a doctor's shot

All these addictions
All these Drugs
Swirlled around me

But I didnt touch them
I kept away
I had my own

Little White pills
NO
they aren't my ADHD medicine

Swallow them
Snort them
Take me away

Blissful numbness
To zoned out to think
Perfect sanctuary

The high
I could Fly
I was invincible

The Crash
the reality came back
with a harsh flash

Needing more pills
to keep the high strong
More and more

More
more
more

Suddenly
They are gone
Leaving me to my own Devices

My stomach turns agaisnt its self
Can't keep anything down
Twisting painfulling in knots

A Cold sweat breaks
Shaking so hard
can't think straight

I need them
I need them
I need them

Pray for death
Pray for pills
Pray for this to end

I need them
I need them
I need them

"oh she has the flu"
Stupid doctor
what do you know?

can't you see
my desprete need
My need for those little white pills

I
Need
THEM

Months go by
feels like eons
feels like I'm in hell

Without them I am plauged
by horror and pain
depression peaking

Slowly my body heals
My need dims
My need disapates

5
years
go by

Addiction no more
Dependent no more
Little pill free

But every now and then
I feel that itch
just below my skin

the itch for a pill
for the numbness it brings
Every now and then

No matter how sober
I will always be recovering

Because when you were addicted to pain meds
It's hard not to relapse

Yes I use to be addicted to Oxy when I was fourteen turning fifteen. I never told anyone. I never went to rehab, I was forsed into recovery when my friend whose pills I stole cut me out of his life becuase of his own additcion to Coke, Never knowing he was saving my life in the process. Hawk <3

May 2014 Will Rogers III

my love

May 2014 Will Rogers III

Adel

my love

just like a shooting star across the sky
just like a sunshine peeks behind the green leaves
with its rays and bright lights all over my dull eyes
just like a warm coffee in a rainy days
just like the pigeons that fly happily on the big blue sky
my world stops when you smile at me
and the time stands still when you look at me
and i'm so over with inks
and papers
and words
because you are too beautiful to describe
and my love for you can't be contained in thousand words.

:)

#love #happy #crush #sunshine #warm #heartwarming

May 2014 Will Rogers III

skies

May 2014 Will Rogers III

unwritten

skies

When it's raining
I can't decide
If it's the sky
Screaming out in agony,
With broken roars of thunder
And brilliant, crashing streaks of lightning
Or
If it's the sky
Releasing all it has to offer
In gentle tears of rain
Filled with all the sorrows
And regrets
Of its blue wonderland.

Maybe the sky
Is never sure how
To release all its anger,
All its sadness,
All its confusion.
And so on some days
It rains,
Crying softly.
And on others,
It screams
And shouts
With thunder.

Maybe we
Are like the sky.

(a.m.)

May 2014 Will Rogers III

Thoughts I don't have, I want to Scream

May 2014 Will Rogers III

Elena Martinescu

Thoughts I don't have, I want to Scream

They boil up inside
   unable to escape
I want to scream
   I want to run
      run from my emotions
         my feelings
I feel as if I am suppressing them
   but the problem is
      I have no problems
Everyone writes about
   loss
        love
              death
                      mourning
That is my problem
   I have never
      lost
         loved
            no one has died
               or mourned of my own
That is it
   I am surrounded
      by those screaming for help
         those suffering heart ache
but I sit here
   thinking thoughts that are not my own
                   I want to scream

I have this bubble
   ready to burst,
I need to tell someone
   but what is there to tell...
I have nothing to say,
   no confession to make,
      no promise to break...
Just an overwhelming hole,
   a hole that gets bigger
      with every passing moment...
I feel depressed but about what?
   There is nothing wrong,
      no lover or broken heart,
         no loss, death or mourning...
                                                         But if so why is there a hole...
Why can I write poems that speak of things beyond me....

I want to *scream...