He loves me,

He loves me not,

Eenie, meanie, minie, mow,

Catch a pedal in the air,

ready, set, away they go,

Stem has nothing left to bare,

No, not a pedal left to show.

Woah is me,

I am in woah,

Clumsy, silly, oopsie, daisy,

To be continued.....

(Apparently I jumped the gun. In wanting to see what I could come up with on the spot, while being humorous.. I realized just a little to late that it said, Leaves and not Pedals. But I decided to post this anyway for the fun of it. Don't judge me)

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When I had dared to look inside

The loaded barrels of my eyes

Safety broken in my mind

I must of lost all sense of time

Before bullets fly

I open my mouth wide

Say ahh,

I Say,

Say ahh,

Open wide

Say ahh..

In a fight to flee the scene

Paralyzed beneath the sheets

I try to let out Muffled screams

Desire freedom

From this awful dream

Take a breath and sigh of relief

Write in my journal

Look for the lesson

Why was I held captive

By my own reflection

I can still see both barrels

Of my eyes Inside my mind

I breath out

I stand up to turn on the light

breath in

I face the Mirror

And I say ahh...

Say ahh...

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(Unfortunately, I had to shorten this, because I ran out of time. I am still late in posting it, considering that I may not get too many likes, Thank you for reading anyway.) :)

After a moment, I had spent in Sonder. I had realized how much Grief has to offer, to be taught. I had pain and grief insisted upon me, on this very date, five years ago.

And it has since remained insufferably unchanged in degree, when hit by the wave.

But, I will tell you that if given the choice, I wouldn't trade a single tear I've shed in the experience. Nor would I promise away any pending tears, in which I know I've yet to cry.

"Let yourself be humbled by it."

Something that I tell myself in an attempt to comfort Who, or what I am here. Soothing my soul. Unknown, to say the least.

Whatever, whereever, a soul is truly meant to mean, meant to be. Here? Is it with her and hers? Or somewhere else entirely? I have heard the possibility of all of us as one, a whole, entirety. In being part of everything.

That would explain why it feels as if I am dragging dead weight right behind me. Figuretively speaking, It could be too, that I am Shadow heavy?

I have outlined grief from within the very depths of me, as silly as it seems to do.

I'd be willing to bet that if you split something so far open, at risk of bleeding out. Survival will get you to hum a different tune while you cauterize the wound.

Head on like a Bull, at record speed, running toward the Red sheet, and distressed. I stood my ground and held it up, as long as my knees would stand to let me then. I felt more pain in a moments notice that is hardly close to comfortable.

Dare I say, initially, it is nearly unbearable. However, in a world long turned Black and White, I felt relief for the first time since before my grandmother had died, and I aided her while God laid her beautiful soul in peace.

Grief can teach you many things, both before and after you stop fighting against it.

Most importantly, it serves as a reminder of how much was shared in love.

It's good as set, in being true forever.

Through every shift of Love's expression, given, or received and forced to change.

How unreal would it be if the ache of losing her did not exist here or remain?

Love would not be known at all, without seeing the face of pain.

You can not claim to know what it is like inside the darkness if you have never held a vision of light to guide your way.

You see, It's just the same.

-J.♡L.

♡In Loving Memory Of Katherine♡

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(Note: Please bare with me on this one, I am new to posting on here, well, online in general. I have been having one of those, "Brick wall Phenomenon", in nearly every direction I turn to face and It is really frustrating, not knowing what I can post, or where without it being a future problem, and/or if Copyrights to certain pieces are merely in progress. I know I love to write, and I have well over 1,000 samples between what is on My phone, Computer and a tote full of notebooks, scrap paper. And napkins. I am grateful to be a part of this site, at least I did not have to show all the "professional" experience that I simply do not have, in otder to be given a chance to show what I can do. And Best of all, I did not have to type a 10 page Bio/About me section in order to get further within the site. Thank you.

A little more about me, I sometimes get a little over detailed, and yet I could probably put together a book of Quote's, those being one liner's. I love Metaphor's, I am an, "Almost always, mind outside the Box Creative" and I can write acrossed many genre/styles. I refuse to let anyone judge my writing based on hearing or seeing only few of my samples/works. When It comes to Writing Poetry, Song Lyrics, (From Country, Rock, to Rap), Free Verse, Letters, Prose, Rhyme schemes, and more, I get very confident and passionate, and I cannot often say that for to many things. Such as Painting. I know I can but more than half the time I let myself down. I definitely can be a perfectionist. Thank you so much for reading!

QUESTION:

Are we allowed only one entry?

Thanks in Advance

I can only hope, that you will take care to be mindful, as you read this in it's entirety. And tame any judgements or assumptions you may or may not have. The 'Empath in me, yearns for Nature's beauty and serenity. And So too, does 'The Writer'. I am taking a year away, out of sight, and out of reach. Absent from all the traditioal ways in which you would normally take to contact me. To tend to old wounds, to be inspired and discover myself in ways that I am unable to here. Do not worry, I will be careful, and there are things in place if there were to be an emergency. I love you. Happy Birthday, Merry Christmas, Happy New year, see you in 12.

Kudos to this challenge. This is pay it forward month afterall.

Some links and great sites below for poetry, lyrics, and more.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine

Www.songbay.com

(Sell your lyrics, other people buy them)

Www.listverse.com

You can get paid $100 for each article you submit, this is also a very cool site with many interesting categories. Top 10 type thing.

www.americansongwriter.com

Memberships, Contests, 4 critiques a year, Magazine each month, and much more.

I may post another comment when i get on my computer. I have so many more. Feel free to comment on this to notify and remind me if there is no follow up.

I wouldn’t have anything against the Lord of Darkness,

that is to say he did exist and was exactly that,

through burning horns your painted pictures harness,

I just don’t care to chance existence of that path.

Why should I play Hopskotch,

on lightning bolts,

instilling fear with every other hop, replacing hope,

Led to believe the end of my fate, rests on a flittering static shock.

Zapped down from the Wind, My air cut off, eternal drowning in dark waters, to a lit hellfire- burning hot.

Continue my life toward a doom you say is truth, inside smiteful morning thoughts.

I refuse to wear a worn out, man made, thinking cap,

Full of tangled beliefs from made up laws,

Behind the veil, you claim I’ll meet satacurio himself, on the otherside is god,

You can’t look straight on when were all stuck underneath the claws of Earth’s bleeding paw.

I refuse to be another center knot

In a light vs dark tug-a-war,

on my right wins God, or I’m left with believing I will encounter a 3 headed dog.

Not playing into your life and death of Hells Chess,

If this is a game it’s Heavens checkers at best, with a Pegasus 3x the size of your plastic hell cats.

White Angel’s deserve love and respect, with light more blinding than the fire in what you call hell’s depths.

Your belief in the devil

makes you a pawn.

And what if I told you, that the water element was really god?

Checkmate.

#god #devil #religion #intense #Iwonder

Once upon a blood bath

was a clown they called “Pogo”

don’t be fooled by a kid friendly name

he was a homo, and I’m not homophobic

or against gays- just John Wayne Gacy

sexually assaulted teenage boys half his age

It’s sick and crazy

Ask Rob Zombie if clowns are fucking

funny

When pogo raped, tortured,

and brutally up and murdered over 20

Disordered in pedophillia

entertained children with “memorabilia”

Beyond 31 boys were hit with

This twisted killer clown performance.

Charles manson thought he was a bitch

not the acid crazed kind of hippie chicks

he brain washed to murder for kicks

the knife was absent

he plotted the madness

acted calm and collected,

Manson was batshit with

blood that lingered on his hands

Jeffrey dahmer always did like the flavor of a mad man.

Cannabalistic psycho

Ate his neihbors like they were donut holes

drilled into their heads

Zombiefied and fucked the dead

Necrophilia at best

Unbeknownst to others he wore human flesh on his

breath

Guess he wasn’t the type to ask for permission

Before becoming his neihbors new insane dietitian.

#DarkHumour #horror #serialkillers #CharlesManson #JeffereyDahmer #Pogotheclown #ratedR #Facts #puns

I don't normally write stuff like this, but I can write in many catagories, genres.

#PleaseRespectWritersRights