I am staring out of the window
watching the wind hit the leaves
she is staring at me and talking slow
telling me that I have a nosebleed
I have planted these little seeds
and now they are leaking out of me
grabbing a tissue
she touches my skin
and it feels like something
a non-believer might believe in
seeping into the sheets
wrapping myself in cotton
I am beginning to feel nauseous
she sat calmly and cautious
holding my hand and my hair
as I began coughing
then becoming sick from it
she cleaned up my sins
then became lost in them

I imagine beautifully full trees
housing families of birds who love to sing
and we will dance as their whistles ring
piercing our eardrums then laughing
at the slight sting
because at the same time our hearts skip a beat
we realize we are where we need to be
skipping stones across a steady stream
growling stomachs waiting
for the fruit this will bring
and the leaves that will give us air to breathe
I am laying in my bed staring at the ceiling
fit to be tied knowing you are asleep without me
I can only hope you are having the sweetest of dreams

I am the branch
and you are the leaf
our souls are two ants
heading for our tree
on their way to you
by crawling on me
you are the destination
and I am the journey

ghosts live in both of our delicate hearts
in a room with padlocked doors
we have swept up thoughts of them
like dust on a hardwood floor
tossing them out
and thinking of them nevermore

a star fell in my yard that night
unannounced and unnoticed
you were staring at my eyes
I may have seemed unfocused
but I felt you the whole time
the feeling consumed both of us
and then we killed the house lights

A moment

A moment in time
Does this flip on a dime
A moment in time
Hanging on like a lifeline
Does this moment in time vanish
Fast like a breeze
Or this moment we speak of roll like the seas
This moment is yours its all up to you
You spend these moments anway that you choose.
Spend them fast where your holding on for dear life
Let them go like a rock dancing across the ice
However you spend these moments let no one judge you
For I'll tell them they're all wrong.
This moment in time is your choice to have
Dont put this fate into another ones slippery hands.

Leanne10/21/24

A gentle breath of air flowed through the willows, taking the leaves on a beautiful flight.
Across the field that's been barren by the seasons' change, yet not noticeable by night.
The leaves land upon the chilling lake,
Displaying themselves upon the top like a decoration on a cake.
This willow tree moves with the breeze
with flexibility.
This willow tree is strong due to its branches, showing adaptability.
This willow tree may look sad because of its weeping vines,
But this willow is not showing sadness as it covers you in time,
Shading you from the sun and all its harmful rays.
It's where you take your best friend to spend a fulfilling day.

STILL A WORK IN PROGRESS. ANY IDEAS ARE HELPFUL.
LEANNE 11/24/24

Stars upon which I gaze from here on Earth,
Each one special, formed in space in its "solar birth."
When I look up to find my "special star,"
In one swift scan, I see you shining so bright, yet so far.
It's hard to find you sometimes with other stars shooting by so fast.
If I could just grab you and keep you, my "special star" in a jar so you could last.
Oh, if I could just hold you right here in this jar made of glass...
I can never touch you by hand, as you're a giant ball of gas.
But if I were to keep you sitting high on a mantle,
My "special star" would be like a trophy in a fine case, only for my hands to handle.
My "special star" is a treasure, so
If you take it from me and then let it go,
My heart would shatter like glass,
My heart would disappear like vapor,
If my "special star" is taken from me, then my constellation would not be complete.
My constellation wouldn't home my "special star" that completes the entirety of me.

Leanne 11/15/24 updated 12/3/24

My heart is like an open window. Every view from inside me is never the same. It seems like the outside looks calm and inviting, but does it really feel that way?
When the rain pitter-patters on the glass or the rumble of thunder rattles, the panes shake like paper. Do I still open it?
I try to be honest, like an open, clear window, and share how my heart truly feels. But words don't come out. My voice can't escape me, like a window that has been forever sealed.
Can anyone really hear me? Do they know the things I'm going through? I feel like my heart is keeping something in.
It would seem so easy to just throw open the window, but everyone would hear the glass breaking the silence in the room.
Do I want that attention on me?
Maybe I'll get to escape it or let this wild heart free. Because it sure has a hold on me.
I have no control what I see out the window just like I have no control over my heart. I'll have to just sit and wait instead.
Only I can see what happens when I open my heart to let it breathe the fresh air vented in by the creaky window frame.
This heart is nothing new. It never has changed. Just leave the crack be on the window pane
My heart is still the same heart; it makes the same beat. That's what makes me the same me. So throw open those windows and let this heart roam free. This heart is like the open window, so please just let me be me.

Leanne 11/1/24