Sara Leal

Jan 2018

blake

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She gave me a daisy
Although she didn’t know
That I fall in love so easy
And that it’s sure to grow.

She gave me a lilac
Somehow she’s unaware
That she cannot turn back
And that she should beware.

She gave me an orchid
And I know it’s been said
There’s something bad she did
And now she hangs down dead.

Jan 2018

Imperfect Desire

My Demons

Am I the only one that has their demons feasting upon their souls?
They say it is easy to tie a noose around your mind,
To overcome the urges and temptations of ending your life with a suicide
They don't know the true pain and torment that is going on in my head
An epic battle that leaves me with restless nights in bed
"End your life already" they say, as they prey on me during my weakest hours
Sometimes I give into the voices, carrying the sharp blade to my wrist
Crying as I struggle to mutter three powerful words that keeps me going
Choking on my sobs, my lungs deflate with a desire to say that God loves me
I try to convince myself that God is trying to test my faith
And to just wait, wait and wait
Then my Demons will eventually go AWAY.....

~Imperfect Desire **

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Jan 2018

Eudora

Another Trip

Release the thoughts
and daunting images,
from the prison of this mind.

Allow peace,
trust and faith,
to remedy these exhausted breaths.

Knead sincerity,
wisdom and positivity,
into this growing passion.

Efface the insecurities
and depressed inner voices
from this feeble self.

Fuel this heart
with goodness, patience,
strength and kind selfless love.

To keep going and living,
one day at a time

*as the earth takes another trip around the sun.

Jan 2018

Misty Meadows

Inquietude

In my dreams, I always hide and I shut
Them doors tight
Because it feels like I might die in the
Next fortnight.

These apocalyptic thoughts don't
Strike me as a trend.
I feel grief during rest, contemplating
How it ends.

Not complex as the monsters or the
Boogeyman in closets.
But as simple as rusty water dripping
From the faucet.

It's the everyday things that seem to
Cause the most pain.
It's a concept: You can slaughter or
You can be slain.

Danger drifts through the air as
Polluted molecules.
So fear clings to my flesh, rooted in
My follicles.

See, the deadline on life has no real
Estimation.
So every street, every pavement feels
Like my final destination.