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 Sep 2018 morning glory
jerely
Shape
 Sep 2018 morning glory
jerely
The society
always have something to say
whether big or small

They will pick you up
Even if you never did wrong
They will do something

About how you speak,
how your actions define you
It always matter

To them, you’re nothing
But in God’s eyes, we belong
to love and be kind

To share one’s beauty
Be grateful for what’s in there
enough and content

Not wanting for more
Because it can only form
destruction, greed, pride

Human can’t value
how much important it is
to feel grateful for

things that can impact
your health, your environment
it can help improve


Nonetheless


Whatever sizes
body, heart, mind, perception
you are beautiful
haiku


I feel like i need to practice writing haiku
and i challenge myself to write haiku everyday.
Hopefully, I can do this!


Jerelii
Sept 12,2018
Copyright
 May 2018 morning glory
Yule
Burn
 May 2018 morning glory
Yule
We were once too close, we almost burned.
08:53 am | ☀️

{nj.b}
Our love was the
Distant and untainted
Patch of ****** snow
I should have never touched
And disturbed

For I now sit with inevitable regret
Mourning for
The muddied loss
Of a possession
That never were
Nor
Could it have ever been.
For I can't even see you anymore
Still, I miss you
I see the folds and faults in the snow
Mountains and valleys of space-time
Impressions of
Objects and people
Whose presence was never witnessed
But was definitely there
As evident by the
Disturbance in the Stardust
The footsteps upon the
Seeds of sand ashore
The Ocean of Existence

And
Since you've been gone
That’s how I see you now
Phantom shapes
Ghost of
What once were
That’s now only visible
Through the troughs
And
Imprints
Left by your
Past and bygone
Intangible soul
Upon the present tangible lives

I see you through
Inference
Through faith
Of
Forever inconclusive
Affections

Through the love
Of
Something
That could have been there
Though
I could never be sure.

For I love not the falling star
But the gaping pit of despair it has left me

For I love even the
Absence of you
coffee breaths -
warmness tickling
my winter cheeks
 Dec 2017 morning glory
Mote
oh man,
do i remember.                                      


[if it's water                                                   you drink it]

i remember.   i have so much time to remember.
           (at work i tame dragons i drink    
            from canteen stunted growth)
it takes some doing.
i remember.               we are
made of time.           whole year spent practicing
insertion (under nylon sky)      
it rained all ways,
it rained with flood lore in mind.  
it molded me.


i was always thirsty:
the rain was constant.

                           i can still smell it
against the sides of a ***** tent-
mixing with sweat on ***** skin.
Her anxious legs, her body feels the absence of the last smoke, the last snort.

She preps her shot thinking it will be boss but down the drain she goes.

She'll fight her mind, her body, her spirit, but doesn't know which way to go.

So her body decides, as she's screaming in her mind, let me go, let me go!

She preps the needle with the spoon as her priorities are left in the dust.

Everything ice cold but not that hole in her arm, it's slowly trickling out blood.

Seconds bring instant comfort, relieving her restless body and anxious mind.

She cannot bear the withdrawals that come along dragging her behind.

A sharp spear laced in poison detracting delicate skin to bruises and scars.

Unit, by unit, her shot dissipates and every inch of her eagerly awaits to embrace the rush of the high.

As time slips by, the high subsides and she is dry, all insecurities exposed in bare sight.

Panic..on the search..broke..fiending..stealing..robbing..lost loved ones..manipulation..broken promises..

The curse gets worse. It's meaningless synthetic comfort, the happy juice she can never refuse fills her receptors, a matching piece to fit the puzzle

The feeling can't be beat, a silent stream reminding her in her dreams creeping into the sunrise bursting with a desperate scream.

Worry and panic demands her full focus and the lies and deceit don't stop until fear of not having money has subsided. Begging and crying, playing the victim with no rest until she got her fix.

She's not happy, she feels dead. Synthetic pleasure breeds depression, and she's cannot function on her own, she disregards her responsibilities and continues to fail

Her presence overdue, regularly absent she won't pass, she'll miss out on every opportunity or simply won't care for consequences.

Dope is her only interest, where she pours all her energy and effort, she even proposed to forever be a servant, for what she loves most.

So much aggressive energy to remain living, guilt-tripping her lover into enabling her, she get's what she wants.

Time and time again until she drains his resources, with nothing left to give, he starves.

Confusion blocks her judgment as she believes the sickness is out to get her, but she has exhausted her funds too, tired of depending on her dope dictator, wishing to be free from the physical and psychological deterioration.

Her best friend ****** left her for dead, locked her in a cage kicking and screaming.

How much do you really love me?? Fight for me and score some more the funds to feed the fire, exhausted, not a dollar to my name.

Validate me, i'm what you need. I'll give you hugs and kisses, dreams of the childhood you never had.

Leave it all in the past because i'm the high that leaves you in a fragile state, mistake by mistake it's the price you will pay.

Near and far, nodding in and out, constantly chasing the dragon. Familiar pleasure filling the lungs provides the sense of stability blocking out pain and discomfort.

Oblivious to the vicious demise quietly poisoning your body, draining your youth as your life is dictated where the abstinence of dope exaggerates the sickness that overruns as you lose control of your life and question your purpose.

Losing touch with reality, addiction becomes erratic-out of control. You don't recognize the face in the mirror anymore, a slave to an demanding lifestyle draining you from the inside out.

Not sure your reason to keep living, hoping one day you can beat your disease never looking back. The day came, you're tired, you've given up, you need out. Looking back, you've accomplished not a single thing.

Only getting older with more expectations, forced to revaluate your progress, found out to be limited to none. You're so done.

Running with open arms into recovery is the only chance you'll succeed, and to breed your goals and dreams you need to believe. To put in your effort and defeat the beast thats waiting for the chance you slip up and bleed.

Take one day at a time, this is a must, far from simple , but you need to trust.

In yourself, a higher power, an inspiration, will be the motivation to reclaim your life back, claim true happiness, and become the best version of yourself
this is a poem about my personal battle with ****** addiction, hope you enjoy!
 Nov 2017 morning glory
Lydia
Woman
 Nov 2017 morning glory
Lydia
now when I think of love I want to puke,
the thought literally makes me sick to my stomach because I know now what it does to a person

how you lose yourself in someone else and then all of sudden you can't breathe anymore without them

I am promising myself to never be that stretched again,
to give myself a try for once, relying only on my intuition and will to power through life and relationships, never getting too blind to see things as they really are

I wanna know what it's like to be so good alone that the earth shatters when I take a step,
electricity radiates from my skin and my soul is so loud it shouts through my eyes
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