Janelle Griggs
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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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Doubtful Curiosity…
Black Einstein with a brilliant mind I’m curious but not as furious of this unique find… Similar but different I’ve captured an indecisive picture… Two sides to this wonderful mind, strong words soft lips that adjusts certain words that seem to curve to the ear that listens… Instead of settling something counteracts and the so called facts evaporates… The necessary remains unclear having me fear what’s supposed to be crystal clear… Unfortunate disconnection I come to a conclusion to end this curiosity that could have been a disaster… focusing on my own mind that I’m sure a cure will surface fixing the infection of imperfection…
By Janelle Griggs about a year ago in Poets
Exposed hands
So many struggles so I stand and huddle Pressure builds and I tilt just a little Looking to the sky I can see dots in my eyes making it hard to see the sun rise…Flying through my own mind my thoughts multiply and try to comply but some of my thoughts quickly die…
By Janelle Griggs about a year ago in Poets
Sabotage
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.
By Janelle Griggs 3 years ago in Poets
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 3 years ago in Poets
Her
The feeling that’s buried deep down inside being held captive screaming echoing off the mountains trying to reach, grab hold of my attention. I see it I hear it but do I act like I care for it. My actions are going in a different direction crawling away from my words that appear to be so sincere. It’s real to me but convincing her is what I’m fighting towards. I’ve been there always have but looking at all the lost time isn’t looking to good. Her youth speaks through her and for her letting me know the growth she shouldn’t experience so soon is at its peek. Making her grow shouldn’t be in question when letting her grow is everything and more. How many times will she allow me to mess up before not looking back continuing on the journey I forced upon her. Will she rebel against me without thinking will she scream and holler to get her precious point across. Will she allow me to stop the flood that overflows her pupils before entering her dimples. Proving my mistakes are thick but not definite I’ll never quit.
By Janelle Griggs 4 years ago in Families
Burning Affection
The chemistry awakens the feelings speak so loudly and the laughter is so admirable. Having my mind thinking it’s to good to be true like maybe a motive is responsible for his actions. I underestimate his generosity quite often knowing he has a very uplifting spirit. Having the ability to influence my mind so carefully it’s starting to become familiar. His aggression appears in a form that is good not harmful, it’s demanding in away that is dainty. My feelings are a showcase with sarcasm being the star but behind the scenes my sanity comes forth. He’s very understanding under the circumstances that I can be a (bitch) Black.Intelligent .Thurl.Chick.Hindered, when I don’t get my way. I salute the relationship we invested in while being numb to the fact that we were actually building something so special, something so unexpected, something so real. No strings attached to this duo nothing but fate and faith behind the wheel steering in every direction. I believe everything happens for a reason but I question the reasoning behind being able to be in the presence of his beautiful unique soul. His positive outlook on life inspires me to be greater. Love and Lust plays a very important role in this two ring circus. Lusting for desires we should not have while loving one another like we are destined to be together. When he speaks to me it sounds as if he’s singing. His tone so vigorously it hypnotizes my mind sending it to an alternate state. Our fantasy involves a lot of hope and integrity while some might patronize the possibility that what we have might actually be possible. The attention that I deserve he doesn’t mind showering me with so much more. He says “I’m important” so why not treat me as so. I don’t fight against my heart it’s to much to bare so I surrender and what ever it is that’s supposed to happen I’ll let rise to our horizon. What is meant to be may not be. Our relationship is like the very air we breathe, fresh and sometimes contaminated. Addicted to who he is, he’s my controlled substance that keeps me calm with a constant frown upside down. The passion will never cease, the sex will increase with raging affection of love circulating through all our imperfections. What we have is intense and 100% authentic. The motion picture is still to come and I’m waiting patiently for it to be done. Affection! Passion! All in one.
By Janelle Griggs 4 years ago in Confessions
