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 Mar 2016 Leslie Jade
dnc mg
it's the thought that maybe just maybe he has a special way of looking at you
that sometime in the past
you really had it
that there's the connection you've been looking for
it's the wasted chances
the time that could have been for the two of you but didnt
it's the illusion you created which you believed as the reality
that you didnt see it coming
your head betrayed you and you cant accept it
In the forgotten corner
of my junk drawer
I found the remains
of a love poem
I once tried
to write for you,
and I remembered
a different life,
back when you cared
and I said I did too.
Each brushstroke is a jumble of love, sorrow and rage.
His eyes are fixed on the sole thing that keeps him sane.
He strikes the canvas as his mind and heart burst into flames.
He hears the howling wind as blood slides down his face.
He knows that nothing will be the same.
He knows that the curse he bears will never be erased.
The voices inside his head make him cower in shame.
The crows above the wheat field watch him staggering towards his inevitable fate.
He smiles at his brother, concealing the throbbing pain.
He stares at the starry sky, wondering if the sadness will ever fade away.
Inspired by the trailer for the film Loving Vincent (especially the soundtrack). I really suggest you take a look at the trailer as I found it poignant and awe-inspiring.
I tried to depict his struggle with his illness. I hope you like it!
 Mar 2016 Leslie Jade
hazael-fae
I’m curious what others minds think
The thoughts in mine
are they in theres too?
Or am I the only one?
The only one
with
these aggravating thoughts
always built up and crumbled
in my mind.
Its not knowing whats comimg next
That’s the scariest part
To be completely unaware
Of what might happen next
But don’t think
Why should it matter what happens next
It will pass eventually
Youll get through
Just Keep your head down
Don’t ask questions
That takes time
We don’t have time
We need to get to tomorrow already
The days need to pass faster
But why?
Why do we push and push for the end of the week
Only to start another one
But hey
Try to escape from all the mess
Just once in a while
get away
your crazy mind needs a break
So just leave
Exit
And join another world
Just for a little while
Breathe
Then come back and worry about the little things that we stress
And stress
And stress over
Oh and its ok
The unknown is ok
It makes life scary
Sometimes life is scary
And that’s ok
Its ok
rainless morning, awoken by comforting delicate taps on my window
velvet curtains lifted and fragile opalescent feathers revealed
the hummingbird sings songs for you
and my heart flutters in time with the tune
thanks for reading ❤
 Mar 2016 Leslie Jade
torrey
What if all the pretty words
we wrote for other people,
We wrote for ourselves?
What if we romanticized about
our own flaws,
Instead of those who shouldn't be
romanticized at all?
What if we wrote our own love letters,
Filled with all our treasures?
Could you write of your own pleasures?
A love poem to yourself
All that you've seen,
All that you've felt
Your freckles, the crinkle by your eye
Your laugh when you're high
The way you sing in the car
All your dreams to somewhere far
Could you find the beauty,
In all the small things?
Do you even feel the orchids
growing within?
No more 'I'm sorry's'
No more sin
I know it's so hard to see,
All that's inside you.
*If only you knew
Orchids mean delicate beauty
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