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Lana Leandoer Oct 2016
the full moon sprinkles it's pale light in
i try to breathe deep
but
i feel like there are splinters in my lungs and
shards in my heart.
just
come inside
and take them out.
Lana Leandoer Oct 2016
i would have stood on rooftops
and bell towers
and light houses
singing your praises;
i believed in us.
i believed i could mend your brokenness;
And with the gift of my
pure
body,
you would be healed.
you disgusted me
you disguised yourself in sheep's wool and made yourself look lovable and malleable and open
but i am allergic to wool and your façade
left me
cold and
violated
and alone.
i believed i loved you
and you loved me
but we see so clearly now,
a wolf in sheep's clothing cannot find love
with a swan.
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Lana Leandoer Feb 2015
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its beautiful outside-
the breeze blows, the sun shines.
im tragically unstable.
no one is listening,
I am tragically unstable.
Lana Leandoer Dec 2014
“Darkness falls across the land.
The midnight hour’s close at hand.”*
Strangers creep and growl and stalk
searching for something to pluck.
A young one,
misguided,
too much makeup on
and too short shorts.
She’s vulnerable and scared,
not ready to stroke.
Her mom is gone,
her dad drinks all day long.
She doesn't listen to anyone;
not a preacher or a teacher,
or a friend or a foe.
She’s out on her own,
so cold and alone.
This is what they look for
for play.
Lana Leandoer Dec 2014
The butterflies in my stomach have all escaped.
Apparently, you can’t care for butterflies when you can barely care for yourself.
My head was filled with sparkles and dreams.
Now, all that remains is ivy and streams.
I only think poisonous thought
and streams of love and lust and heart break and hurt flow from my eyes down my cheeks.
We used to hold hands, now all I hold is this knife.
I contemplate if I should cut myself into a trillion tiny pieces.
I'm continuously trying to make my outsides feel like my insides.
When you’d kiss me, it felt electric yet safe-
I could live off of you
instead of oxygen.
Now the only thing touching my lips is this joint.
Bellows of smoke stomp down my esophagus into my lungs,
beating me up on the inside-
like an army protecting its country-
except noting is protecting me.
***** has become my best friend,
except she’s constantly burning my eyes.
I guess when you drink her like water, she comes out as tears.
My heart used to sound like morning birds and smell like a bed of roses.
Now all that remains is emptiness and longing and
shards of my heart are stabbing my other barely working organs.
It’s cold in here and you’re no longer around to turn up the heat.
The frostbite has begun to set in and even though my lips are turning blue and there is ice forming around my shoulders,
you won’t even get up to bring me a ******* blanket.
Lana Leandoer Dec 2014
The sky opened up and you apppeared.
A man, a memory, a wrinkled smile-
Your laugh runs in and out of my ears.
All is purposeful,
nothing a mistake.
Every twist and curve, of your teeth
were placed exactly where they lie.
Every follicle in your head
for a reason
in the season we call spring.
Cross the street when you did.
The man that hit you-
the way you died.
Nothing a mistake, my love.
Your body floats away.
Your voice is not the same.
I don't remember what you said to me...
I can't remember your noise.
A colossal waste of time is what you were.
you loved me and made me really happy
then you are ripped away
like a comb in this matted hair of mine.
My heart was broken in more ways then just one, the day you left.
Your body stayed,
your bones remain.
*I *have to let you go.
Lana Leandoer Dec 2014
We're not speaking.
You've got a girlfriend,
my heart is broken.
I've cried myself to sleep...
I'll continue to hide in the shadows until
it is my time.
I have unfollowed you,
so I don't hurt everyday
when I see you two together.
"Alanna, just go out and enjoy the weather."
But sadly, it's hard to feel the breeze when
my skin is numb.
I'm frozen,
shattered,
raw.
I may be dumb,
but that's why I stay.
Loving you just feels right
and wrong.
All I am sure about is how you make me feel and
for me,
that's all that matters...
Lana Leandoer Dec 2014
Count the times you cut my heart.
You watched me bleed,
I sparked a port.
Your words caress my face.
Remember when we were just friends?
Rondevous and danger,
what a mix.
Pour me up a little drink,
let me smoke this spliff.
When it was just me and you,
our minds could coexist.
Now that there is like three or four,
I always feel so sick.
Let me love the way you are,
the way you wanna be.
Can I just take care of you?
Let's travel from nation to nation and see what we see.
Hold me inside your world
and let me kiss your neck.
We'll all live happily,
if you just let me in.
Lana Leandoer Dec 2014
hold me tight for one last night.
tell me everything will be alright.
when you said, "I love you,"
it wasn't to me- like i had hoped.
It was to her.
My heart was broken and shattered and it hurt me to breathe for a while and it still hurts sometimes but my breathing has gotten better and
you are not mine.
when you come near, i wheeze and huff and puff and sigh.
You have hurt my heart,
i'll just get high
and burn these thoughts away.
when you make me sad and grey,
i fiend for something to make me sane.
illegal things fill my craving
but they'll never bring me a happy ending.
i will cry myself to death.
Lana Leandoer Dec 2014
I have found you,
but in your eyes, I'm not seen.
I may be different,
but you don't have to be so mean.
I know of my abilities.
I know of yours too.
Just show me something.
Let your indigo light flatter my features
and caress my soul.
It's not red or coral
or navy or white.
We're indigos and nothing compares.
A rare breed, is what we are.
A rare breed of "kids"
We've been here before, we already know better.
We see signs of greatness and glimmers of power.
Don't underestimate us,
for these indigos are anything but cowards.
Lana Leandoer Dec 2014
I want you,
only you,
all of you,
Forever with you.
I believe there’s a plan for you and I.
We’ll grow up,
move on,
then you’ll come back and “we” will be.
Maybe...
My heart throbs
When I see you laugh.
That smile is worth a thousand words
and a million songs.
Yet,
Somehow,
I cannot choose
any combination of sounds
from any of the thousands of languages
found on this one planet,
in this one galaxy,
in the billions of multiversus.
We are nothing in the cosmic perspective,
But you,
You are everything.
Lana Leandoer Dec 2014
i swallowed half a bottle last week.
tell me when the ***** will be enough.
tell me when i'll be enough.
i die a little more each day.
a little piece used to erode away from my flesh when i cried,
now there's no more to go.
"Oh, how rude of me to bring my thoughts inside your bedroom."
i am only a Guilty Sadist,
waiting for my soul to float back into infinity.
These problems are only in my imagination.
"We don't even exist anyways."
That's what i keep telling myself but,
this pain seems so real.
The emotional things are becoming physical
and these cuts and bruises on my body aren't fictional.
I am ****** to hell,
but it's not a physical place.
Heaven and hell are only states of mind.
maybe i can escape
and maybe not.
Don't ridicule me because i don't believe in god or allah or buddah or satan,
i have killed myself enough for the both of us.
i am in a whirlwind of emotions and heartbreaks and tears and screams and ghosts and demons and
music.
let the music play.
hear the gentle strum of the guitar and it will all be alright
... but it is still here.
help me
.
**please
Lana Leandoer Dec 2014
i thought it would be like the movies.
i thought you would kiss me for the last time before i left your arms forever.
i wanted you to chase me as i walked away.
i wanted you to embrace me
and kiss me beneath the moon.
boy, were my thought misguided.
you didn't chase after me like you should have-
like i wanted you to.
the feeling i felt as i tuned away
is the feeling i will feel forever:
unwanted.
Lana Leandoer Dec 2014
i slice my flesh
and watch myself bleed.
you've stolen my heart,
and i've been left with this key.
no door's handles to turn and no locks to unlock.
it is worthless, and
all i have is memories twisting into thoughts.
i'll climb on top
and moan and groan and pant.
you're always on the bottom,
this is a bad, bad romance.
kiss my neck and bite my skin.
love is so terrible,
it's a beautiful thing.
scratch my back and leave red lines,
give me those pills,
let's crush it up and sniff,
we'll be just fine.
rendezvous and mystery,
what a mix.
though this is exciting,
there are some things,
*** can't fix.
it won't bring back the dead
or let me rest my head at night
without an evil thought in sight.
oh ****,
i'm going to miss my flight.
i'll sneak out the window,
down the fire escape.
don't come running after me,
you will be way too late.
Lana Leandoer Dec 2014
break me down, lift me up.
one more day and i'll be gone.
mental states are crazy.
all i want is you and me, baby.
kiss me goodnight.
i'll feel your hair and touch the ground you lay in.
you shot-
me down from the sky.
i'll love you forever,
i don't know why.
"manic depression has captured my soul."
i shot-
my life and ****** it to hell.
lets cuddle and laugh and stare at the stars.
the grass keeps me warm...
i'll love you again
between the bars of these gates.
I seen God today.
oh look! a shooting star,
please, oh please, let's make a wish.
Au Revior, my love.
I'll see you real soon.
The flames gonna consume you again
before the night is through.
Lana Leandoer Oct 2016
in films
love seems inevitable
intimacy seems comfortable
*** seems sensual.
somehow, the writer of my play has changed the rules
love seems impossible
intimacy seems uncomfortable and
*** seems like a mans one and only goal.
Lana Leandoer Oct 2016
my body has been tainted by a boy
with scruffy sideburns
bleached hair and toffee eyes.
i found his brokenness
intriguing
flattering
mysterious.
his skin was like a newport on a nipped february morning
his hair like a wool knitted sweater
he tasted like apricots drenched in wine.
he kissed me like he loved me
he licked me like he missed me
he held me like he'd never let me go.
he rode his bike everywhere,
his heart was cold as snow.
Lana Leandoer Dec 2014
let me hug your limbs.
love me backward and foreword.
we’ll run away with the wind.
let me love your hands,
your waist, your sins.
love me over and over again.
together forever?
that's what we said.
love me backward, forward.
that’s all i need.
Lana Leandoer Dec 2014
When you said such insightful things,
things that make me think and stop and be,
you have me hooked.
When we can stay up until 5 in the morning
and talk about the universe
and aliens and death,
as well as weather patterns and ways we can uncorrupt our nation,
and not be bored,
and not have one second of unfilled silence,
that's the day
I will fall in love.
Argue with my theories and be honest and accept when I tell the truth and know when it's all a bluff.
I don't need to be married to my best friend,
but I need to marry someone that loves me for me.
Someone who can expand my miniscule mind.
Someone who can accept that I am, in fact, insane.
Say things so profound, I have to rethink all that I have thought before.
And when I don't understand or believe in what you do,
explain
or don't,
but be okay with the difference of opinions and theories we will have.
We are not all the same and
despite all the disputes and opinions that may create barriers between us,
we love each other and
we will even through disagreements and rants and assumptions.
I promise to always be willing
to hear out things I may not like
and some things may be false.
There may be personality flaws,
but you will have your way.
I'll see more than your brown,
seemingly soulless, eyes,
because your soul is so stunning.
I have no choice but to see who you really are during our glimpses throughout the day.
When you fall asleep on the couch,
while watching documentaries,
I won't make you come to bed.
I'll bring you a blanket,
or better yet,
I'll cuddle up on the couch next to you.
I can't promise that there won't be a dull moment,
because they do happen,
but I can promise to sing in the kitchen while making dinner and I can promise to dance really badly while I get dressed in the morning,
and I definitely promise I will always play music loud enough the neighbors will hear.
I can't promise that everyday will be I will be the best, but
I can say that sometimes I will be the bigger person
and apologize when I was clearly right.
I vow to love you forever,
even after tragedies and fights and hard times.
And all that I ask, in return is that
you do the same for me.
Lana Leandoer Dec 2014
Play that guitar for me.
Nice and smooth.
Play covers of my favorite songs.
Let's listen to you
and love life
and appreciate the good music the world has to offer.
Do I recognize that song?
Maybe? - Yeah!
I've heard that,
but your arrangement is so rad.
How does one wake up each morning
a little better than the night before?
You make life a little easier.
you make me feel sure
of us and lust and trust and serenity.
I love me and you and the universe.
We will live in happiness for a long time
til infinity.
x
Lana Leandoer Dec 2014
x
2:35 am
i am past the point of sleep deprivation.
all i want is you.
tears well up in my eyes then get absorbed like the oceanic tide.
i wonder how you feel.
some say “he doesn't care”
other say “he wouldn't wan to see you cry”.
what is the truth?
only you can tell me, but since that’s the case, i guess i'll never know.

2:39 am
music plays.
a subtle breeze blows past my window and i don't hear a thing.
i'm finally alone with my thoughts-
something i didn't want.
these aren't even my thoughts anymore since it's just images of the past. flashbacks of us… no words, no noise, just shattered remains of us
scooting through my mind in the early hours.

"TELL ME YOU LOVE ME BABY"

2:44 am
sometimes i can feel your lips on mine,
that's what keeps me awake at night.
the hope that i will be able to experience that again.
our last kiss wasn't an experience, though.
our lips touched but there was no spark.
well in my eyes there was-
but by that time,
yours was long gone.

"SHE COULD BE YOURS FOREVER BUT, BABY, TONIGHT YOU'RE MINE"

2:48 am
i remember the first day we met,
over eight months ago.
my feelings are the exact same- conflicted, puzzled, anxious, lustful.
nothing in particular makes me want you.
its the combination of everything.
every glimpse of who you are and what shaped you to be you
is spectacular.

"JUST LET ME KNOW WUS GOOD"

2:52 am**
a tear shimmies down my cheek onto my neck.
your lips were on my neck not too long ago.
the tickle of the tear is nothing compared to
the rough chin hair and aggressive bites
my neck had received before.
even if my neck didn't like the treatment,
i was fine with it.
i was fine with you.

— The End —