anna-rose-leidtke - Hello Poetry

Morning The bird at the window is not there this morning. I hope the storm did not scare it away. I was going to wear my flannel but decide against it Everyone in this town thinks they look original in it My mother made oatmeal and I pick out the raisins, but add extra brown sugar Afternoon I meet my best friend at the junk yard We have known each other since we were two We are looking for an old bicycle so I do not have to pester my bother for rides anymore She thinks I do not notice she has been crying that morning We find a yellow one and she tells me the cheeriness of it matches my face Evening I say good bye to my best friend, I have learned not to ask about her tears anymore I know why, but we do not discuss it My dad is pulling out weeds that never seem to stop growing I show him my new bicycle I kneel next to him and help him with the stubborn plants Night It is not storming tonight My sister comes into my room with a book she wants me to read to her We start exploring far off lands When it is finished I tell her goodnight I settle deep within my covers and let the moonlight flood over my freckled face.

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Jul 26, 2011

Jul 26, 2011 at 3:00 PM UTC

anna-rose-leidtke

A Daily Tale

Morning The bird at the window is not there this morning. I hope the storm did not scare it away. I was going to wear my flannel but decide against it Everyone in this town thinks they look original in it My mother made oatmeal and I pick out the raisins, but add extra brown sugar Afternoon I meet my best friend at the junk yard We have known each other since we were two We are looking for an old bicycle so I do not have to pester my bother for rides anymore She thinks I do not notice she has been crying that morning We find a yellow one and she tells me the cheeriness of it matches my face Evening I say good bye to my best friend, I have learned not to ask about her tears anymore I know why, but we do not discuss it My dad is pulling out weeds that never seem to stop growing I show him my new bicycle I kneel next to him and help him with the stubborn plants Night It is not storming tonight My sister comes into my room with a book she wants me to read to her We start exploring far off lands When it is finished I tell her goodnight I settle deep within my covers and let the moonlight flood over my freckled face.

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Do you remember me? You kissed me Perhaps we simply had too much to drink that night. You tasted passion I tasted lust Coursing through our veins. December was melting away January called us to be reckless To forget about the past and even the future. Our fingers scrabbled to unveil one another We knew each others hearts We wanted to see the other in sacred ways I tasted blood as our lips connected. We threw ourselves across the ground The bruises will be proof it is not all a dream I have forgotten who I am This moment is all I want to be right now Here on this shaggy floor Exchanging California breaths Earnestly hoping I have not forgotten a segment of your body with my fingers January is over February is so cold

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Jul 20, 2011

Jul 20, 2011 at 12:53 PM UTC

anna-rose-leidtke

We Grew Up

Do you remember me? You kissed me Perhaps we simply had too much to drink that night. You tasted passion I tasted lust Coursing through our veins. December was melting away January called us to be reckless To forget about the past and even the future. Our fingers scrabbled to unveil one another We knew each others hearts We wanted to see the other in sacred ways I tasted blood as our lips connected. We threw ourselves across the ground The bruises will be proof it is not all a dream I have forgotten who I am This moment is all I want to be right now Here on this shaggy floor Exchanging California breaths Earnestly hoping I have not forgotten a segment of your body with my fingers January is over February is so cold

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The roof is slick with dew, but tonight that won’t stop me As a rabbit goes into its home I squeeze through the bathroom window Here I can breathe. My soul. Torn. Can tears of sorrow stream down your cheek, but your heart still smile? Like Job when having lost everything still chooses to trust Sitting in a pile of ashes picking the scabs from his skin My teeth are still fuzzy from the cigarette we shared down at the harbor I promised my frail beautiful mother I would never have one With you though, it is a memory forming, not something suffocating my lungs I remember the first night I stroked your hair and told you everything would be alright You left tear stains on my shoulder. Or the morning the crickets awoke us and we lay on the balcony naming our favorite childhood books I do not remember what you said, but it involved a fairy tale It was prophetic; fairy tales always come your way Maybe because your prayers are filled with words like Magic. Happily ever after Princess and King. The morning sun is ascending I am happy for you. I told the cardinal sitting on the birch tree I know you will forget me I am like the smoke of the last cigarette we shared. Vapor.

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Apr 21, 2011

Apr 21, 2011 at 12:06 PM UTC

anna-rose-leidtke

Future Engagments

The roof is slick with dew, but tonight that won’t stop me As a rabbit goes into its home I squeeze through the bathroom window Here I can breathe. My soul. Torn. Can tears of sorrow stream down your cheek, but your heart still smile? Like Job when having lost everything still chooses to trust Sitting in a pile of ashes picking the scabs from his skin My teeth are still fuzzy from the cigarette we shared down at the harbor I promised my frail beautiful mother I would never have one With you though, it is a memory forming, not something suffocating my lungs I remember the first night I stroked your hair and told you everything would be alright You left tear stains on my shoulder. Or the morning the crickets awoke us and we lay on the balcony naming our favorite childhood books I do not remember what you said, but it involved a fairy tale It was prophetic; fairy tales always come your way Maybe because your prayers are filled with words like Magic. Happily ever after Princess and King. The morning sun is ascending I am happy for you. I told the cardinal sitting on the birch tree I know you will forget me I am like the smoke of the last cigarette we shared. Vapor.

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