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Aug 2019 · 140
Rain II (summer rain)
Leeann Aug 2019
The summer rains
Bring nothing to me
but a content
melancholy.
I sit and gaze
Upon them, unfazed
and wonder what to think.
Aug 2019 · 936
Rain I
Leeann Aug 2019
Today it rains
Just like yesterday and
I can't hear the rainfall
Through the closed windows
But I'll gaze through them
and wonder what
the fog might feel like
as it ghosts through my fingertips.
Jan 2019 · 57
exit
Leeann Jan 2019
i have an exit plan.
hush
it's for emergencies only
I'll never use it
who knows?
but I'll keep it there
gently now-
a building shy of too short
a secret resting low in my pocket
a couple of pastilles bright
in the palm of my too-steady hand

the departure may be too sudden-
barely a breeze and a sigh before I leave-
but I rest assured that my mind's ensured
by the choice
the exit
my desired desire path

for if it's ever just too much
and tired becomes too weary to smile
i know I'll have the choice
to take a little time
and sit in front of my exit for a while

i don't think anybody sees it in my eyes
it's probably why all those others will cry
but I'll be safe and sound-
Yes, but it all comes 'round!
and im not that selfish of a guy

so I'll cradle my exit to my chest
ill grit my well worn teeth and do my best
ill struggle through
and ill trudge through the rest
and ill smile, smile, smile, and laugh
with hateful pleasantries and pleasant hate
a bright new day to exacerbate
the itch of joy and the soreness of pain
and once in a while
the heavy rain

and when my fingers slip
from the weight of it all
I'll keep smiling
I'll keep laughing
I know that there's an exit,

after all.
finally came back to this site. if nothing else, it's a good place to store my poems.
Jan 2018 · 186
summer
Leeann Jan 2018
dull treacle melting against the pavement
cicadas hissing in the heat
an occasional breeze is a ragtag flag
fluttering before going still

syrup sitting warm and heavy on your tongue
soda fizzing flat and falling sharp
a sour note to end
a miserable heat to begin the day

hot humidity pressing down
wind humming in protest
sweat dripping slick and tacky
eyes slipping slowly closed

until
the heat
ends
I remember writing this while waiting for a bus.
It was very hot.
Jan 2018 · 453
β0×
Leeann Jan 2018
my words are stuck
in a box
my thoughts, my ideas, squared up
neatly into rectangles and angular shapes
trapped and docile
i
want
to
break
out

of this box

let
me
out

let my ideas flow and my mind run wild
let them gallop and scream and cry and laugh
so my thoughts will never stop

break me free from the monotony
of these cardboard wings
these steel appendages
these binding safety bars

let me OUT of this box

please
writer's block really *****
Jun 2017 · 164
betrayal
Leeann Jun 2017
you stole from me
what was offered
willingly
May 2017 · 127
Untitled
Leeann May 2017
blooming
like wet ink
across the sheets-
it spread
like a sigh:
slowly
Apr 2017 · 100
these words
Leeann Apr 2017
These words; they
tumble down into
strings and strings of spaghetti
and loop over here and there

They run around
and run amok
and
I see them everywhere
Mar 2017 · 285
Swing
Leeann Mar 2017
The playground is getting dark
It's almost time to go
But finally I smile and lean my head back
And then I go and swing some more

I dangle from my neck
Swinging to and fro
Isn't this playground lovely?
I laugh and swing myself some more

I tighten the rope a little
There's still a short while to go
But better safe than happy
So off the shaky seat I go
Swinging to and fro

I hang from my rope
There's nothing left at all
There's a smile on my face
As you watch me
Swinging to and fro
Feb 2017 · 288
Reverence
Leeann Feb 2017
Those things look exactly the same
as everything else
Yet they seem to shine with an internal luster and a
glow that exceeds apathy

Those lips don't speak words of following
they speak words from the heart
This envy does rise up like the tide
I wish I don't play the part

Skipping stones skip and shout
Across the surface of a water that I'd rather not see
I turn my head away from the rest
In order to fit my second best
Into the gaping cracks left over in empty cartons and clanging bottles

Hear me call, dear oak
Mahogany heart
Let the light linger, yes please,
do
In the fading evergreen spirit and the glows of the birches
Humble me through the susurration of dusk
Feb 2017 · 501
Si
Leeann Feb 2017
Si
I'd bury you if I could

in smothered kisses and purple bows

to garnish gleaming glimmers of gold


I'd melt you if I could

In embraces smouldering bright cherry red

and umber wings of bliss


I'd **** you if I could

with cavities of love

with bittersweet almonds of truth


I'd marry you if I could

Te amo,

         *mi amor
Feb 2017 · 451
Little Birdy
Leeann Feb 2017
Here little birdy
I've got something to say
Won't you stay
And listen all day?

Here little birdy
Please don't leave
I'm in need
Of a greater reprieve

Here little birdy
I'm really tired today
So please
Will you stay?
Nov 2016 · 221
Ruminations
Leeann Nov 2016
To learn is to move forward
To loath is to turn back
To suffer is to
Fall of the track

To smile is to brighten
To laugh is to reveal
To speak is to deny
A silent appeal

To run is to chase
To skip is to miss
To fall is to learn
Of Aceso's kiss

To live is to learn
To live is to grow tougher
To live is to see your heart
Slowly suffer
Nov 2016 · 251
Snippet
Leeann Nov 2016
A spark-tsk!

Struck on the edge of a burnt-out match

A moment of glory

Then the whiff of smoke

As ethereal as a shadow yet more tangible

than the sorrow

of a sodden matchbox
Nov 2016 · 369
Musings
Leeann Nov 2016
May we dance in the firelight
And sway in the breeze
Set aglow with you
Amongst the midsummer trees

May these flights of fancy
Become long voyages borne
On the wings of dark angels
Blowing on gilded horn

And when the winter breeze
Creaks open our doors
May the grinning hearth
Warm our hearts to their cores

Watch them all; so merry, so bright
So filled with such wonderful light
Envious of those who carry their souls
In gilded mesh cages of lanterns aflight

Listen as the telltale ravings
Of men and women alike
Take flight and flare like midsummer suns
Amongst the chirps of a hunting shrike

And while the swirling storms batter our doors
Tear apart these terrible floors
So when the daily visitors arrive
It will be through pain that they shall thrive
Oct 2016 · 275
Verity
Leeann Oct 2016
The toil and the trouble
of making up double
the lies I tell to myself

The pain and the prickle
of feeling so fickle
while the wistful promises pile up

The signals and the sighs
of my bedridden ties
to something I cannot explain

The recklessness and rigor
of my tight-roped vigor
is a strain I'd rather not bear

The laughter and lies
of those mingling with cries
can barely brighten the day

The depraved and dead
of those long gone ahead
is the bittersweet reality of relief
Oct 2016 · 607
epic
Leeann Oct 2016
A sonnet for the hopeful
where true love never dies
A sonnet for the truthful
where hatred never lies

A ballad for the beautiful
wherein sadness never cries
A ballad for the sorrowful
wherein happiness is full of sighs

An elegy for the successful
whenever they deign to speak
An elegy for the deceitful
whenever they choose to sneak

An anthem for the bountiful
whatever they may claim
An anthem for the dutiful
whatever they may maim

A symphony for the resentful
whoever they may see
A symphony for the respectful
whoever they may be
Oct 2016 · 569
murmur
Leeann Oct 2016
why don't we slow down and watch the tempest
whirling so bright
the shattering of refrains
and the dimming of light

let's leap together through the beat of the drums
and tap our feet in merry dance
as we tumble and laugh
may we ourselves stumble upon a chance

as the fallen don't rise
and the risen begin to fall
let's sway together in step
at the haunted dinner ball

while the wind stirs the silent rushes
and the weeds sway from side to side
watch the ends of the reeds dip into the water
rustling slowly as they hide

listen to the tune of the grasses
swaying slowly to the beat
bending down over backwards
to make way for our feet

why don't we slow down our pace
watch the sky fly by
after all, it's never to late
to change our weary fate
Sep 2016 · 402
Monomania
Leeann Sep 2016
You* would have to smash their skull open
Gouge their brain out
Scatter it into pieces
Reach out, reach in
Climb into their skin
Wear it; take it
Breathe the air they breathe

Feel the blood coursing through their veins
Feel every beat of their heart
Reach through their ribs and grasp it
That thundering, pounding heart and
Make it beat with your own hands
Ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump with every squeeze

Inhale every gasping, shuddering breath
From lungs crushed by every compress
Snap their wrist with the force of your grasp
As you take their pulse
That thrumming, faltering pulse
And make it your own

You would have to dive into their head
Step straight through delirium
Into the twin windows of their soul
Take those lovely, lovely eyes
Between your fingers
And hold them up to look through; each
The ultimate magnifying glass
Pierce their clarity straight through
As you refract the light away from you

Aqueous humor, vitreous humor
Flowing down a waterfall of tears
Tears of emotion? No
Tears running through flesh
Perfect fissures of imperfection

Can you hear it?
Thudding spasms
As they leap; a drowning fish
Choking on their own life
While the red crimson scarlet pours out in rivulets
So thick you could wade in it
Fanning out into a surreal image
A ****** halo
A renaissance painting reimagined in flesh
A living, dying mural

You would have to listen to every whisper
Each shaky inhale
Every wheezing, hoarse exclamation
Every shuddering gasp wracking
Their frail, jittering frame
As you pump air out
As you force air back in
Push down hard and feel; memorise
The rush of air as it leaves their straining lungs

Because then, only then
Will you be able to see through their eyes
Breathe their every breath
Feel their heart beat
Make their life-
A wrapped present so, so fragile
-your own

Yet
For all that you try; all that you do
You will never
Never
Understand their mind
Never
Understand their view
Never
Understand *them
What do you see when you only read the italics?
Sep 2016 · 157
Irony
Leeann Sep 2016
They say they're helping

Dragging me out of the depths

When I'd rather drown
Sep 2016 · 240
Unfinished
Leeann Sep 2016
My life is unfinished
My life is unrefined
Like a ray of sunshine
In a winter storm
Sep 2016 · 459
Chariot
Leeann Sep 2016
The chariot of lost hopes
clatters down the cobblestones
of broken graves and broken hearts
Flag fluttering listlessly down the boulevard
The horses weary and drooping
their hooves heavy as air

The chariot of lost hopes
drifts unmoored
Its weeping driver long gone
faded away into the dark mist
headed to lands never sunkiss'd

The chariot of lost hopes
never makes a stand
Hopes dreams ideals slip past like sand
The whistle of wind itself
is never heard where this chariot lands

The chariot of lost hopes
is always near
If one listens carefully
with growing fear
The sound of empty hooves
gradually becomes clear
Sep 2016 · 148
Greetings
Leeann Sep 2016
Hello?
Anyone here?
Are my chances empty,
Just as I fear?

Poetry is a medium
That speaks to the soul
I found this website
And now I want to enrol

Please tell me, dear reader,
What I must do-
May this feeble poem
Allow my wish to come true?

May my poems
Reach a heart?
Or will they shatter
Before they start?

I suppose
There's not much I can do
Since my writing
May never reach you

— The End —