Leelan Farhan

Leelan Farhan Jul 2013

Atë

You tried to sculpt me out of white stone
But the Underworld is my comfort zone
Evil is all I'll ever know

You tried to put a crown on me
Made of vines and green leaves
But I've sinned too much to look like Eve

I'm not an angel, no feathers in my spine
You can stick them on with tape
But my scales will still shine

*-lf-

Atë is the Greek goddess of mischief, ruin, delusion and folly.
Shoutout to my friend Monica: I said the line "I've sinned too much to look like Eve" to her and she responded with "sounds like a line out of a song". And so this formed.

© Leelan Farhan
July 16 2013

Leelan Farhan Jul 2013

Am I the only one who feels this way about writing?

That even though it is your words that you are penning - your own thoughts, that it’s a friend?

Some sort of company in the darkness, in the empty parts of your life?

That when loneliness drifts into every orifice; seeping into the crevices and crooks in your body, your words are your friends?

When I write, when I see the ink form variations and combinations of those 26 letters, those symbols, I feel as if the answers are staring back at me.

Perhaps not.

Perhaps this is what writers tell themselves to stop them from going off into the deep end; stop Loneliness from truly swallowing them whole.

What do I know.

© Leelan Farhan
July 15 2013

Leelan Farhan Jul 2013

honest lies

And he said:
"Darling,
you are beautiful;
darling, don't be sad."
And even though
he didn't last,
he gave me back
the life
I never had.

*-lf-

I clicked "Write Poem" with the intention of posting something I'd written earlier today, instead, this came out of nowhere.
© Leelan Farhan
July 15 2013

Leelan Farhan Jul 2013

narrow

I envy the feathers,

I envy the sea.

I envy the world,

for the world is not

me.

*-lf-

© Leelan Farhan.
August 30 2011.
written a while ago, but is how I'm currently feeling.

Leelan Farhan Jul 2013

Barricade

I'm everything you don't understand
a little beauty on demand.
Peel back my damaged skin,
let yourself drown in my blood
-- in my body.
Revel in my flesh,
because you will never touch my thoughts

Even these words that I spin
-- you can only lick them,
taste them,
but never hold them.
Never truly grasp my intentions
-- I keep those in a bottle by my bed
Don't even try to untangle the mess
inside my head.

I'm a catastrophic volcano,
going off from time to time.
Lying dormant, but when I explode
there will be nowhere to hide.

There are demons in my mind
-- demons you will never be able
to find.

Touch me all you want
-- drink in my flesh and bone.
You can take my body,
for it's my thoughts
you will never
own.

*-lf-

© Leelan Farhan
June 23 2013

Leelan Farhan Jul 2013

coincidence (10w)

After I speak of you,
my throat burns for days

*-lf-

Leelan Farhan Jul 2013

logic of a mad woman

There's a history of hearing voices
in my bloodline.
And yet I forget what yours sounds like.

I tell myself that it's
better that way.

I'm safe.

I'm safe.

*-lf-