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[mleighlikes]

I know we all are aware that life is no piece of cake. But if it were I would so want my piece to look like this 😋🍰.

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[savage-words]

An Elegy by M'Leigh Jones

Weep not for those who are now gone from us, cry not your soul for the lost of theirs in your continued existence. Look back over what they were and rejoice in their being not to morn in the coming forever that remains in you. 

Their troubles ended, gather from your shared time the good that can be found there in your interactions. Think of them in the positive and forget and forgive the negative for it lies within all of us to be no more thus no less that human on this Earth.

Judge not for it is not your place, your duty, your ability. Know that in time the same will be done for you by something beyond your comprehension. Foe now smile in tears, frown in joy, know that in you: your thoughts, memories, lessons learned they that one you have lost will continue to live.

Weep not for those who are now gone from us, for their troubles are now over, look to the heaves, to nature, to who they where to find the peace to move on.

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written and submitted by @mleighsquickspot

[definegodliness]

M’Leigh’s Quick Spot

Winter turns magical in the snow globe Where the girl dances in frivolous glee; Silver bells jingle on her Christmas robe As snow falls in her dome of fantasy. . How precious her gift amid winter's gloom; A spark of joy in the beholder's eyes, Safe from the rain in the warm living room, Shaking her world of miniature size. . Watch closely for the poems she inscribes Within the white of everlasting snow; Surely, they will give you positive vibes When days are dark and spirits are low. . Oh, ‘tis such a precious gift to have found, M'Leigh raises spirits all the year round. . --- Signed, Secret Santa (well, not so secret anymore). I was yours, @mleighsquickspot! Hope you like the poem I wrote for you. Season’s greetings, and I hope you have a wonderful and magical December. Best wishes, Mark.

[poeticstories]

Bottled Messages

Bottled Messages

Where do they come from? I have no idea. For days now they have washed up on my shore, floating to me from the sea. I opened a few in the beginning first few days do to curiosity but, now so many have come that my little slice of so called Heaven is becoming littered with them. I gather them all up and place them around a near by shade tree, only steps away from my island hut home. There are so many now that its beginning to look like a shrine. A shrine from the questioner to the question Gods as to why this persons blight in life is going unnoticed and their messages unanswered.

The few bottles I opened were full of messages that I at one time did share sentiments with. Help me, where are you, can anyone hear me, is anyone out there who can rescue me? I too went for days initially frantic, thinking that I will be left behind, a drift, forgotten, lost to the world and the people in it forever. Are they searching for me, is anyone even out there who cares to know if I’m OK or not, is anyone even aware that I’m gone? But after some time I begun to let go of the worries and just accept that for now, this is they way life is for me. Alone, stranded, lost to the world, time, space, and myself.

 Like the person sending the bottled messages will have to do in time, I’ve used this time to reflect, to prioritize, to look at myself as I am right now. Am I really OK with the person I am or is there more to me than what in my previous existence was being shown to the world. Did I truly project what I wanted others to take away from who I am, or was I nothing more than a shell of what I thought people saw in me? With the few bottles I opened, I send back my own messages to the sender that say, your going to be OK, try to help yourself before you ask others to help you. I don’t know if any of my messages will be received, all I know is that the messages in the bottles keep coming threw the surf, so I will keep gathering and stacking them in the hopes that one day maybe one I return will be passed along in a positive way. 

[artisticcollaborations]

To the Watcher by M'Leigh Jones

To the Watcher…

You see it happening, to a friend, an acquaintance, to a passer by. You see what is taking place but you stop, hesitate, are unsure whether or not to say or do anything. You wonder whether what you say or do will even help or will it just lead you into a situation that you really don’t want to be apart of. You see the harm, the hurt, the faces all around you. Some like you watch unsure of what to do. Others laugh, point and join in on the mistreatment of another human being. While still others look for new or their own targets to begin terrorizing. Yet, you stay silent, keep to yourself and wait for another to do what you know you should be doing.

Have courage, stand up for, stand in front of, stand against those who would gain pleasure from harming others, and are hurt by the infliction of pain and anguish that is being visited upon them. Say enough to those who treat kindness as a weakness and turns one’s weak moment into their strength. Instead be the example of what strength can truly be and help those who find it hard to help themselves. Show those that need to feel better about themselves by hurting others; that its OK to be seen as a flawed individual who is not so different from the ones whom they hurt. Be the tool that lets both sides see each other as people and not as one full of fear and the other as the one to be feared.

We all need to realize that this method of expression is not the way for anyone to have their feelings and inner most thoughts be known. We all need to understand that while there are times of people just messing around, at different stages in life; for others its not seen that way at all. There comes the time when we have to grow up and realize that our actions no mater how miner can have long lasting effects. Thus the expression of emotions needs to be taught to us all in a healthy manner. So, to the watcher, be that one that doesn’t sit and wait for another to step in and stop something wrong while it happens in front of you. Be instead that person who stands up and with each step you take, tries to help both sides that may not be able to help themselves. Show them there is a better way that can lead to a better day.

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Submission by @mleighsquickspot

[mleighlikes]

Take my Breath Away... 🎧🎼🎵🎶.

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[mleighlikes]

I love bird feathers that look like fuzzy fur lol 🐦😊.

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[savage-words]

Returning by M'Leigh Jones

My eyes closed, flashes come to my mind. There’s a face, my face caught in events I can’t remember. A smile here, tears there, some in youth some as I am now. I sit here in this time and space trying desperately to cling to hope it will eventually make since. Some time ago an accident left me in this state, those around me claiming to be of one relationship to me or another. Words of you’ll remember soon or it will come back to you have become my mantra, my theme, my way of current life. Yet as I search for a past I find a future. I seem to have a greater want to live life to the fullest, and not waste anything. I’m told I’m more out going, genuine and ready to be heard as well as seen. Who was I before, I don’t know, maybe I never will again. Maybe a version of me passed that day and now I can truly be who I am. All the flashes do now is teach me lessons of who I once apparently was, yet I like more who I’m becoming. My eyes closed, flashes come to mind. There’s a face my face, caught in events I can’t remember…

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written and submitted by @mleighsquickspot