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 Jan 2018 G Rog Rogers
Seema
Don't cry
      If I die
Don't laugh
      When I cry
Don't stab
      When I talk
Don't love
      When I've seen
Don't pretend
      When I ask
Don't lie
      When I caught
Don't judge
      When I go
Don't act
      When you've lost
Don't beg
      When it's over
Don't mend
      When I'm torn
Don't cry
      When I'm gone...

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Just another write.
 Jan 2018 G Rog Rogers
Seema
Now the skies have turned amber
Due to the burning fields, near
The rise of cunning termites
Is at peak, this time of the year

The bumpy clouds have gathered
But there is no sign of rain
The elnino has spread wide
Wrapping wrath in pain

The greenery has shaded
The temperature rising each day
The cool air has waded
Animals dying everyday

Sweat, fills under my sucken eyes
Humidity on troll these days
Birds peek to drink water,
Trying to cool themselves in some ways...


©sim
Climatic change, a devastating downflow we are swimming into. Soon to be drowned in our own geo creations.
 Jan 2018 G Rog Rogers
Seema
A myth untold
A torn page flew
A book, unfold
In the wind it blew

My thoughts, my write
I cannot seem to find
A gist of fright
No pages to bind

Why, my mind
You cannot think
Help me rewind
These eyes I blink

Instead you wonder
In the ruins here
A lot to ponder
If he was near

A writer, proud
I wanted to be
He did not encourage
Nor hoped to see

In these ruins found are pages
Ripped, torn lying naked
Its been long, its been ages
Piece by piece stuck forsaken

It was my fate
To have left you
Even if it's late
I'll still wait for you

From these ruins I oversee
The city where we used to be
Now I have all to give
In torn pages, here I live


©sim
Fictional write. Spilling imaginations!!
 Jan 2018 G Rog Rogers
Seema
They called her ugly
And she cried in silence
I walked to her
We sat and talked for few hours*

My theory 1
While God was making you
He received a call
So he quickly tried to finish the physic of you
Only left was to put a soul in you
So he went to attend the emergency
By the time he got back to you
He realised that you looked ok but not perfect
Since he loved you so much he placed a beautiful soul in you
Therefore, my dear a person with the right vision will see this beauty beyond your ugliness

My theory 2
God made another, very beautiful person
The perfect being, the mesmerizing body
Everything was so godly perfect
As God was about to put a beautiful soul in this body
He was called in emergency, so he left his work there,
By the time God got back, he was bit disturbed
So he placed an ugly soul in this perfect being
Realizing later of what he did
God said, only the people with the right vision will see what you are from within
Likewise, my dear many will be enchanted by your beauty and this beauty will cover up your ugly soul
After this talk this girl felt happy and glad
That she was worth the same as the other made by the same God
Be blessed of who you Are from inside out...


©sim
I wrote this, cause it made that person feel better and worth. I am not discriminating or judging anyone on their looks/appearance, so please don't take what I wrote as negative...
 Jan 2018 G Rog Rogers
Seema
The smell of burning incense
Awakes my sleeping senses
The ringing of temple bells
You got go, that's what mum tells
To the morning prayer
Which I love, is not rare
As each day starts with Gods name
The days go by almost the same
Peaceful atmosphere all around
As the smell of yagna surrounds
The air purified from negative vibes
And silently the bees leave their hives
The locals then extract the pure honey
Which is sold and thus a source of money
Life is just perfect living with less noise
Here in the village, but it's ones choice
To choose the style of life they prefer
And if asked to me, I always refer
To the place where I would love stay
Is in my village, where we all had our own way...

©sim
 Jan 2018 G Rog Rogers
Seema
My heart grows weak
When I see you
My thoughts speak
To be with you
My emotions seek
To love you
But you damaged my heart
Now it leaks, part by part
My veins start to bust
As I write your name on dust
Then I cry and sink in tears
And taunt myself that,
I couldn't console my fears
My mind is stable
But my heart is still weak
It's been weeks
Now I feel better
As there are no leaks
My heart is repaired
And I am ready
For that special one that I seek...

©sim
Fictional write.
 Jan 2018 G Rog Rogers
Seema
I rolled the dice, got FIVE
He pulled away the trigger and kept me alive

I rolled the dice, got FOUR
He punched my face, dislocated my jaw

I rolled the dice, got FIVE again
He kicked me like a crazy insane

I rolled the dice, got TWO
He locked me in a ***** filthy loo

I rolled the dice, got SIX
He dragged me out and took pics

I rolled the dice, got ONE
He said pack your bags, you're done

I rolled the dice, got THREE
He opened the gates and set me free

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Fictional write. Inspired by Snakes 'n' Ladders game.
 Jan 2018 G Rog Rogers
Seema
The lines from my palms were ripped off to make a graph. A plan of my future deeds then am pushed on a raft. The flow of water took me down stream and left afloat. No medics, no boats....no coast to meet. The daring sun shot direct rays in my eyes to blind. The winds did no good and nature became so unkind. Laying half dead with muddy skin, I was caught in a whirlspin. Inside I screamed cause I was alive, outside was ragged and dead then alive. My palms no longer bleed as its been washed off. My face no longer cried as the emotions drained off. Am left in this unknown place, I hear no one...I see no one. I wished to be dead at the end of this day. I have fought but now there is no other way. Am pulled out of water by a great force. A gain of instant energy in my body, I rouse. A new life, a new beginning...all is well, that was my past dwelling.....


©sim
Freestyle writing.
 Dec 2017 G Rog Rogers
esme
Rue
 Dec 2017 G Rog Rogers
esme
Rue
I sit in the sofa, sipping warm tea,
As the world around me shatters slowly .

I read a Cinderella story, a happily ever after;
All the while ignoring the sound of breaking hearts .

It gets unbearable, the cries for help;
So I close my book and turn to the real world:

The one where people violate for pleasure,
The one where people are devoted to materialism .

I see people of different cultures, races, genders and beliefs
All under the roof of destruction;
All bonded by one emotion: Grief.

There’s a toddler, crying;
Two figures lie next to him, lifeless.

I stand up from the sofa,
Tears forming in my eyes .

But I cannot move, I am being held back
By the rope of self-interest .
I'm still fairly new. Go easy on me :)
What our resolutions reveal
most of all is the cockiness
our human audacity to
think we were immortal
despite
living unsustainable
all these years
roaming the planet
eating up the indigenous
all ready endangered
like ourselves
extinct and not a clue wiser
Just ploughing down the wrong way
how we seemingly keep intact
from all of the plucking and pleading
machines as slaves
but looking closer
our delicate image
is fractured by the slightest word
or misdeed
after all that epic stupidity
we
still
learned
nothing
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