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I finally gave him
All that I said I would.
Thoughts revolve in my head
sometimes good , sometimes bad.
I feel like I am in carousel
that rotates endlesly
arousing my fantasy.

Sometimes it relives me
but increases my fear.
swetty hands and dificult to breathe
try to push away but it resist.

I become tense
emotions is raging inside me
because Im very sensitive.
And its dificult to get peace.
Usually it helps to get it out
in form of lyrics to show how I feel
with hope to get a positive refill.


Doctors try to cure and control the thoughts
in my head with medication and therapy.
But is it good to get stable
without passion for my creativity?
Without compasion and possibility
to discribe and explane how I feel...
Rain is pouring down
my ear hears the sound
dancing in the rain
Bring me down
like the pouring rain
Lay me down
love me over again
So let the rain
come pouring down
let us close our eyes
and feel this moment
Feel the raindrops
roll down your face
its a beautiful night
my heart is singing
I feel it
I am by your side
I am happy
only when youre around
Link to the song: Rain is pouring down:
https://soundcloud.com/martinavenkova/rain-is-pouring-down
reading this morn's newspaper was different
said the father to his son
the prints are loud and bold
alphabets glitter as gold
crystal lucid is the page
and from the balcony,
whee, i can see every tree
without the haze.

the next twenty four days
he  was joyously rediscovering a world
in the exuberance of one reborn
only missing the car that ran him down
on the twentyfifth morn.
My father died of a road accident on the twentyfifth day after the cataract surgery and i would never forget his elation during that brief period at the restoration of clear vision.
a sad poem for my dinner
one gloomy for day meal
my smiles are getting thinner
dying my living will.

give me some fun write
am crying all the while
break me if you might
break me into smile.

a dark poem for my dinner
a crier for breakfast
my joys are getting thinner
sunshine is into rust.

make me one a fun read
a sparkler jolly bright
so joyous tears quickly roll
blur words from eyesight.
 May 2015 Jacquelyn Morgan
jerely
If i can paint my words or canvas
to get there when you're not~
If you could feel the pressure, the intensity
in my eyes~
You are the ocean to my sparkling mouth
The shining stars in the night
the adorable abyss to my story
One & only.,
profound on my dictionary
my encyclopedia  to my deepest vision of memories.

Don't you forget the way we looked up each other!
Don't you forget my words that i carved for you in my heart;
sincerely, the best gem that you're into <3
Jerelii
May 16, 2015
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 May 2015 Jacquelyn Morgan
Skai
It was NOT necessary for those ignorant ******* to protest today.
There was NO need for those graphic signs and mean words.
There were ******* CHILDREN seeing those signs.

People need to get their heads out of their ******* ***** and realize what women do does NOT ******* effect them.
They "****" a ******* FETUS.
A fetus who CAN'T feel anything
because their nerves haven't developed yet.
A fetus is just a bunch of CELLS.

I hate the ignorant part of the human race who think they have ******* control over others.
Get your head out of your ******* *** and realize you are a piece of trash.
I'm 15 and ******* ******.

Also not meant to **** anyone off. I also don't want confrontation about it. If it bothers you simply unfollow me.
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