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 Nov 2017 G Rog Rogers
Seema
Bloom in your garden
Rose
Single petals colorful
Pose
One fully bloomed
Plucked
Desired wish now goes
"...he loves me
     he loves me not
     he loves me
     he loves me not
     he loves me..."

But a small petal yet remains
With heavy heart and dwelling pains
I pluck this last petal
"...he loves me not..."
My mind unsettle
My emotions running into battle
My wish has just become a mire thought
I hoped you were mine
But now I see you with her drinking wine
A celebration of my hearts broken petals
Pierced through it the petals sharp as metal
Fine do what is destined in your way
I have had enough of your dose, I'm drifting away...


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 Nov 2017 G Rog Rogers
Seema
My eyes, a pair of burning candles
All my fears and tears it handles
My heart a blooming flower, without petals
Barred around it are spikes sharp like metals
The pain that my body feels everytime
Is given by you for lying all the time
My arms that hugged you for protection
Now its not appreciated, a complete rejection
The lips that chanted your name with love once
Is now sealed by the silence, been months
The faith and trust that we planted together
Someone else preyed on to gather
The blooming flower is dying slowly
In this race, rather I am walking only
The burning candles now flicks
As my tears roll down the flame and licks
My body almost like a tossed stone
Floating in the sea, drowned alone...


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 Nov 2017 G Rog Rogers
Seema
I laid them to rest
Finally letting it go
My dark memories

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5-7-5 syllables
Haiku
I wanted
someone
that wouldn't
be afraid

of me.

I spent
twenty-one
years
doubting
that person
could ever
exist.

For humans
are far too shallow
and our
complications
are

way too deep

but I honestly believe
we should not have to
be alone.

I believe in independence.
I believe in self-reliance
and I believe in self-respect.

But I also believe that
humans can connect
on a far deeper level
than just what we see.

I believe there is a time
and place
for everything
and that includes
the moments

we fall in love.

You see,
there will be days
that you fill
empty
and lonely
but you have
to be there for yourself.

No one is going to give you
a handout
unless you show them
you are going to
make it count.

No one is going to
rely on someone
that cannot
rely on them self.

Co dependence can be
beautiful
but nevertheless-
it is filled with
even more grief.

You cannot fix somebody else
when you are still
practicing
the craft
of self-love.

Allow your lows
to be reminders
that you
can lose
and smile
knowing
that you can
bounce back,
too.

There is nothing
graceful
in struggling
but there is
something
glorious
in the

overcoming

and believe me-
you will find a way
to live through it all.

And then
some day
somebody,
somewhere
is going to
admire
the way
you refuse
to fall.

And you will wonder
how you ever
let the world
make you feel

so small.

-Andrew Durst.
Do you my friends. Do you so well that you radiate greatness. Do you so well that people can't help but smile when you are around them. Be so grateful that you inspire the people in your life to be just as grateful as well. Be a pillar of hope in the times when the world gives you a struggle. YOU WILL GET THROUGH IT. Every day we have a choice to be better or worse than we were the day before. WHICH DECISION ARE YOU GOING TO MAKE?! Be brave my friends. Be brave(:
 Nov 2017 G Rog Rogers
Lizzy K
Someone
asked me if I
knew you
             A million
memories flashed
through my mind
but I just smiled and said I used to
BY wiz khalifa
 Nov 2017 G Rog Rogers
Star BG
Love
 Nov 2017 G Rog Rogers
Star BG
The universal language I think is Love.
Love is what fills heart, lungs
and puts feet to action.

The language of love
can be felt with
no voice hitting ear drums.

It plays in the wind
and moves inside pools of eyes.
The language of love heals
by weaving words upon tattered wings
for birds who otherwise wouldn't fly.

Love is the natural language of the soul
and all beings here in earthly form.
In the sheets of drizzle below the autumn cloud
eyes beaming with the glow of love
wave at the receding figure
to the farthest visibility.

The man leashed to the cubicle with the screen
would think of those faces
when the day is at its broadest invitation
and light like the luminous ether
fills every dark pocket of the land
listening to the rhyme of the clock
from his abyss of ratios and rates
while the vagabond clouds come together
and break apart in the game of revealing blue
painting new faces and waving hands
on the landscape of the gate
up to the farthest turn
in the sheets of drizzle
beneath the autumn clouds.
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