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[secret-emotions]

Thank you Dagmara K. & the team at @spillwords-blog for publishing this piece,

"Lies & Rumors Backfire"

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[williamrayshine-jr]

Afternoon, loves!♥.Your neibourhood QUEER, here updating you guys on how MY life is going. SO FAR, It's slowly but surely getting a little better, but let's NOT focus on how my entire emotional clock is broken to a degree of no return.

Upon updates, I'm progressing on saving money to be on my own for the first time because IT'S TIME, it's been TIME, whereas, if i wait too long to do something I'm going to be right back where I started.

#Growingup #Partingways #Bigkid #KweerjayI8

I also have a BLOGGER now, so you guys could go & check out my stuff once I actually get to frequently posting on it.

MY BLOGGER

| ALSO, Follow MY journal blog where I post my thoughts & feelings I guess?? >> My Dairy

@kweerjaayyyi8

[lovveisdope]

I’m gonna love you until you tell me it’s not worth it anymore

[just-unis]

[frankph]

Ya no queda nada

[los-muertos-vivientes]

Quise escribirte de amor y sin dolor apuñale esas palabras, pues no sería suficiente el dolor que me causaste, en medio de una insuficiente soledad me conforme con el viento y desperté de aquella vida muerta que permanecía en mis adentros, pues conforme los atardeceres venian y las caricias de un amor inexistente desaparecían, dejaba de comprenderte.

Estuviste ahí cuando lloraba, me abrazaste en medio de aquella noche de invierno, pero ahora que me veo en el espejo no estas ahí, yo tuve la osadía de matarte y ahora escribo en mi diario con letras mas grandes que la ansiedad que siento, consumiendo cigarrillo como para que tu te ahogues conmigo, pero sigo sin comprenderlo, tengo miedo y ahora esa maldita pastilla que necesito para mantenerme cuerdo me quitan cualquier sentimiento, Incluyendo los buenos... (paciente de ezquisofrenia paranoide)

Dragon de colores

[poetryinsnow]

Wait

Patience is a virtue

and the waiting is perpetual 

my thoughts are introspective  

but these joyous emotions are extremely collective

everybody thinks i’m sad because i dont smile

everybody thought i was anorexic because i threw up bile

the truth is, i was anxious

i was in love

and love is tough

i was filled with self hatred before meeting her

she taught me how to love myself

and stuck by me with my mental health 

now my heart beats for her with every breath

wait. she said

10 years, we shall wed.

i vow to love you, like i love the ocean kissing the shoreline

i vow to always call you mine

i vow to wait, and keep these emotions travelling through time

i wont berate this wait

i vow to try my best never to feel low

and i vow, you have all of me, whenever you say so.

[jquesan]

Broken Angel by Jacqueline Santiano

Angel face,

Is what they see you.

Angel that has no halo,

And with broken wings.

You can not fly,

To the places you want to go.

For your two broken wings,

Can not soar.

And so my lovely angel,

Here you are so lonely,

Looking at the sky,

Wondering and dreaming.

Maybe someone will fix your wings,

That will give what your longing.

So don't lose hope,my lovely angel,

For one day you can fly.

We want to fly,but circumstances make us not.

Poem done on February 11,2020

[thesincerethoughts]

I knew I never mattered as much to you as you did to me.

But all I ever wanted was you to prove me wrong.

Instead you proved me right.

[3amsilentroses-blog]

Detective Aly 

[a-silentpoet]

L'Obscurité a meilleur goût quand nous la buvons ensemble

darkness tastes better when we drink it together

[chaotic-minds-blog]

you know, even if you were to die, the stars will keep on shining in the night sky. the earth will keeps on travelling around the sun. people will keep on going back and forth in their lives and eventually your very faint existence will vanish along with your scent. but one thing for sure, your parents wouldn’t be given another opportunity to have a child as dearest as you. and the day after your birthday, your mother would look restless with the dark circles under both of her red eyes, crying herself out the night before. I wish you would know better than to bruise your bones or hang yourself below the door.

[newyorkcitypoet]

On Her Porch

she rocks after dinner flurries of stardust sprinkling her sterling. Inside, the dog, snug

on the still-warm Eames, shudders in dream, and in the tub, her prince of a husband soaks, swirls of pipe smoke crowning his wet, curly mane.

She rocks and nostalgia reigns over night beneath moonlight. Breathless, alit with old flame, she hastens back inside and is struck by the sight of her Prince’s damp curls white — not that bewitching black in the locket of this once starry-eyed girl.

[mayhem-and-stardust]

And my bones ache

And my skin burns

It's so hard to shapeshift

Back to the original form of my chaos

Because you rearranged anatomy of my soul

When i let you in

And now you are not here

The empty void filled by eternal pain and anguish

Are all that are left behind

In the memory of our love.

[just-unis]

[wordsbyhuman-blog]

Love among the carnivores.