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When I was just a little girl
Mowing grass was my favorite chore
I even earned play time money
by asking
"Can I mow?"
Door to door
To this day there is something in
Mowing that brings me peace
As I push the mower I jam
To my favorite tunes
All my stress is released
I feel great sorrow
For youth today
The ones who cannot
Comprehend that chores can be play
Some kids today don't even play
Outside
They would rather play
game controller & computer ****
To build their pride
It is true, in this age,
It may not be safe to go door to door
Even still, our children
May learn peace
By doing outdoor chores**
♧♧♣♣♣♣♧♧
Just thinkin while I was mowing today!!
 May 2016 Yume Blade
Lora Lee
I am the Empress of Darkness
I conjure coal and obsidian
from smoke-curled skies
I am bent on destruction
of the inner deaths
                       that exist
creeping up my spine
I am a raging inner momentum
                          of swirling clouds
holding the black seas at bay
I wish to conjure darkness
                       in order to bring light
first clearing out
all that has claimed me
chase it away from the
fog that has coated
                     my bones and organs
Bring it on, I say
Filter right out of me
    Demise: Hear me clear
You are no longer welcome
in the echoed canyons of this heart
I throw you into
the reverse quilt of stars
and you fall like a blanket
upon the night's clear breath
I am the Empress of Light
and I claim myself back
I take back the cloak
of what was always mine
Hear my cry
Let your eyes mist over in
familiar newness
Cower in your own shadow
for it is my time to shine
Song listened to during the writing: Empress by Hiatus (feat Hayedeh)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zhlvpx4I2Ak

No more taking sh*t
 May 2016 Yume Blade
Star Gazer
I'm sat here
Wondering how it went
When the sky bent
Seemingly
I remember sixteen
No matter how many days
It's been
I remember you
Coming home
But it's all so different
I guess what I'm trying to say
Is I kinda wish you'd
Come home again
But then
I don't know if I'll be scared
Or saddened
Wondering if you missed me
Knowing that it's history
But I want you to know
What you really meant to me
And though I'd left you
At mystery
I always wondered whether we could come back
To where we first met
Holding the roses on my chest
Telling you you're beautiful, all over again,
But I've only partly mended
Oh how I wish to see you again
Giving you my favourite pen
Listening to the songs we'd love
Only to realise I'm all alone.
I just wish I could tell you
All of the things I paid hell to
I just wish I could smell you
Let you know,
I'm thinking about you
And all the things we used to do
I don't know if I can live without you.
I don't know if this is called living.

Sometimes it gets easier,
The feelings it passes
And with every class,
I come full circle
To missing you again.
I guess you were right
I am like a turtle.

Why is it that thoughts of you
Never seem to vanish
And though time could stand still
Darling know that's not enough,
I need it to reverse
And hope that you can come back home.
Maybe history is cruel
Keeping my mind on you
Just to see me go insane.
You'd walk through every door
But the one I want you to walk through
Is stuck between life and death
And so I promise this...
Even if it takes my last breath...
I will live to be the man
That you dreamed of,
I will live to be the man
That you envisioned to be perfect.

And I know I'm not much
Nor will I ever be right enough
But darling know that I'm going
To do what's right by you.

I will be a loving husband
I won't ever be a has been,
I'd give my wife
A man with full abs,
I'd give my wife
All the pieces of my heart
And though it's only words
Know that I've tattooed it in my soul
That I will be the man
You have always dreamed of.
That I will hold every piece of you
In my arms.
~I promise, I'm not crying, missing you. The skies...the clouds are stormy, and they just rained a little.
I lose that side of me
Because life has its way,
Of making us forget,
How special was
Yesterday.

And later
We shall regret
The mess we've made
And that's when
We'll look back.

.A mere flashback.
And that's the most painful thing.
**JUST LOOKING BACK.
There are things
I cannot admit to myself,
Lines I couldn't spell.
How far would this go,
I never know.

My heart is*  constricted,
**I      AM    C H O K E D.
I actually don't know,
If what I feel is* **valid.
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The moment I stop guessing
Is the time I ended *caring.
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