Sabotage
Hate, misery and bitterness cripples sanity... Happiness builds character and brings out the best you no matter what encounters you may face...
Traits one can't escape they search for the great grand replacment to swap souls. Light defeats the darkness and it controls every button you plan on self destructing. Life isn't guaranteed so put aside your pride and fall with grace to replenish your faith to restore the acute root.
black balling every rival starts your journy to survival...
Loving yourself your faith will be so wide eyed you'll understand the dance and start to prance around all your newfound glam...
Overcoming judgment shows deciplin proving your capable to win...
(any critisism will be greatly appreaciated)
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About the Creator
Janelle Griggs
I write what I feel that’s the deal! My emotions have a lot to uphold so behold. Not perfect but some great pen work that you can relate to. She is Me “JANELLE”
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R.A.R.E
My mind is so rare it's difficult to define so I start sipping on a glass of wine. I guess what's real to me can be totally unreal to someone else simply because each person battles are what they make out of it. So why is this rare? My mind is a tornado verses the next next persons mind, even if the situations are similar I say this because not one thing can be handled the same way coming from another mind. Making one believe your thinking is the same is all about knowing how to play the game. Being rare is confusing especially when it's time to defuse the color blue and making everything seem so true, so true that your energy connects or intertwines making the other mind so blind.
By Janelle Griggs about a year ago in Poets
She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
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