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leah Jan 2017
i searched for depth in the shallow end
of the pool, in a place where depth did not
exist, and yet i somehow managed to drown.
this is an excerpt from a spoken word poem i wrote a few days ago. send feedback if you'd please !
leah Dec 2016
with all the horrors and chaotic energy
that thrives in the universe,
i find it hard to stay positive.
however, the simplicity
and imperfections
in your ever apparent
smile,
somehow
make the un-
pleasantries of the
world, a little bit more
bearable.
i really should post more.
leah Jan 2017
i never really noticed the beauty
in brown eyes
until i met you.

and seemingly out of nowhere,
i began to take notice to
the subtle flecks of russet,
and spots of sepia,
that so beautifully
rested in your taupe, somber eyes.

slowly, but surely i fell in love
with your once ordinary eyes;

who knew brown eyes could be
so lovely, so warm;

who knew
brown eyes could feel like home?
i wrote this a few weeks ago. i wrote this about somebody i used to know, somebody who (for a short while) meant the universe to me; for -. ,a lifetime ago
leah Dec 2016
how lovely was it,
to be held in his arms,
perhaps i was too small,
and his forearm stretched
across my stomach,
but my love for him was
far larger than he.
wrote this a few months ago about my now ex ; its still a decent poem.
leah Feb 2017
i’m finding it hard to even
exist within my own head,
you’re in every corner of my
mind

it’s suffocating
hello ! i'm back ! i hope you enjoy this poem . as always, send feedback if you'd please !!
leah Oct 2016
i got drunk on your words,
drunk on the empty promises,
sipped slowly from the devil’s cup as you
told me you loved me.
i ,
i liked to get drunk on beautiful things,
on sweet nothings whispered into my ear,
on rose petals from wilting flowers that you never
bothered to buy me,
on the lingering scent of your
cologne on the bear you asked me to give
back (you eventually disregarded),
on the thread of white , silk spun lies.
on love,
while you get drunk
off of cheap alcohol,
even though you told me
you hated what alcohol does to people,
the way it manipulates states of mind
for the worst.
but i guess you’ve changed.
leah Jun 2017
oh, what a delicate soul you are
how i long to explore the halls and
corridors
how i long to be with you
I haven't posted in quite some time. However, I'm back and I will continue posting soon!
leah Dec 2016
i like your crooked teeth,
and the fact that you’ve never
attempted to fix them.

i like your unruly eyebrows,
unkempt and raw, they intrigue me.

everything about you is so imperfect,
and its such a shame that those who have
come before me have not fallen in love with
all of your flaws, and its such a
travesty that you,
my love, cannot
see the beauty
in all of your
so called physical
inadequacies.
two poems in one day , oops .
leah Nov 2017
he looks for her
between the thighs
of girls whose faces he cant
make out in the dark
an oldie, but a goodie??? i haven't been writing as often as i used to.
leah Jun 2016
so i’m sitting here, watching the thunder and
lighting crash against the night sky
and i cannot help but think of you,
and the way your electric smile resembles that of lighting dancing
across the night sky, illuminating it,
your booming laugh, imitating the thunder that shakes the earth beneath me.
it is in this moment that i realize that i see you in everything i do,
you make me think such profound thoughts,
your essence serves as a muse for every poem i am now writing,
everything you do it’s so- so intriguing to me.
i see your presence in everything, even the storms that shake me so deeply.
leah Feb 2017
i miss you
and the words you spoke
and the poems you wrote.

i miss you
and your pretty eyes,
and our sleepless nights,
and your lovely lies.

i miss you,
and your messy hair,
and your artsy flare.

i miss you,
and i miss us,
and i really,
really miss
the way we loved.
hi i wrote this in like two minutes, and i think the ending could use a lil work. leave feed back , its always greatly appreciated!!
leah Nov 2017
if i fall in love with you
know that it won't be like the love you see on tv screens
know that my love is subtle
my love is calm, like the ocean,
my love is not backs pressing against walls
my love is not bruise-like marks on collarbones
my love is the brushing of fingertips
my love is the rushing of blood onto shy cheeks

know that when i fall in love with you
my love will not be explicit
i will not tell you i love you
i will let the shy glaces
and the interlacing of our hands speak for me

know that when i love you
you will know
leah Feb 2017
i am unconsiously
looking for him
in the nooks &
crevices of you .
hm, i'm unsure of how to feel about this one. as always, leave feedback!

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