Shane Leigh Mar 28
Dear Jane,
Sorry this didn’t reach you in time;
Sorry I couldn’t leave on better terms;
Sorry for leavin' you alone in Virginia ...

                   Dear Jane,
                   Did my last letter get to ya alright?
                   Did you come in happy when you realized it was me?
                   Jane ... do you miss me?

       Dear Jane,
       Notes can't explain how much I miss you;
       there are voids that were occupied by you
       that take up so much space here.
       I can’t stay here because you’re not here;
       but I can’t go back to Virginia.

Dear sis,
I miss you without reason
and I can’t remember what it was we fought for,
somethin' petty I imagine.
Nothin' compares to this emptiness I feel,
but I’m tellin’ ya
I can’t stay here,
but I won't go back to Virginia -
I’d have to say goodbye again.

Dear Jane,
It’s been 3 years ...
Are those flowers doin' alright?
Of course they are.
I can’t say goodbye to you again Jane,
but here I am.
Your tombstone doesn’t fit ya sis,
but I'm happy you died in your home,
on your bed,
all nestled up in the heartland of Virginia.
© Shane Leigh
Enjoy (:
This is dedicated to one of my close friends. Her sister and I weren’t very close but I still feel a great loss and I know my friend is. I will grieve with you for as long as you need me to.
  Mar 10 Shane Leigh
Ciel Noir
We are such            clever creatures to divide
Most everything             into its different sides
With chaos versus             order, dark and light
The stark duality of         wrong and right
We even split the very        world in two
With human versus human,       we and you
But still no matter how much      we divide
Each thing has infinitely many      sides
Shane Leigh Mar 6
There is a sensation,
an itch,
an irritating but wonderful itch,
in the back of the mind
pushing forward,
creeping through the crevices and grooves,
waiting to mesmerize
the eyes,
the ears;
so real you can touch,
can feel.

And then ...


the explosion of words -
like the dynamite ignited -
words that come in
clutters of yelling,
of screaming,
in his head.
What do they all mean?

How to arrange them in the "right way;"
making the impact at the right time;
building suspense
all while the crescendo calms down again.


none of this happens
without the explosion of words
and the spinning and spawning
in his head
in the beginning.
© Shane Leigh
I'm not sure about anyone else, but this is what I imagine the beginning stages of a poem to be.
Enjoy (:
Shane Leigh Feb 27
If there is anything better than rain -
crisp as each drop patters, tat tat tat,
so softly against my window -
it would be kissing you in it;
still the rain would continue to patter -
tat tat tat it does in vain -
and I am none the wiser
of the crisp
cold drops of rain.
© Shane Leigh
Hello!!  Enjoy (:
Shane Leigh Feb 14
I do not wish for petals at my door,
in my bed,
or my heart,
never more;
I wish for kindness,
tender and pure,
embraced in your arms
forever more.

I do not care for dozens of roses.
Foreswear me not to what heart soon exposes;
I shall wait a time as love gracefully doses
and will hide not behind shy,
awkward poses.

no roses my love,
no petals,
just us
and my heart will love you
as it always does;
I do not need a romantic red flower
for your touch is enough,
your heart is enough,
YOU are enough in this sweet,
rose-less hour.
© Shane Leigh
To my boyfriend <3 and for all that have someone or something to love on the day to celebrate love on. (:
Shane Leigh Feb 6
It's true that this life is made of moments that we often forget are full of life. We let them pass by on unscented wisps of the wind, and ignore the dew dripping into a pond creating a tidal wave of ripples for something as small as an insect.

We often forget that the shedding of the trees are an annual thing and each year they are more beautiful; that grass does not die to stay dead but to regrow again; that there are still roads that travel with the natural twists and curves of the land rather than through it with quickly passing glances; that there are trees as old as my great grandparents would have been today, and seedlings just planted at this very moment that will, with time, be just as old.

Even though there are rivers that connect the south to the north and the north to the south, flowing through rocks and crashing against cliffs that, in their own right, are beautiful and steep - seemingly endless - with rocks compacted together and ageless, I'd like to remember there is a sky that does not end beyond my vision can see and that even the most miniscule of things can change the face of a mountain.
© Shane Leigh
I wanted to write something I haven't for a while. Enjoy (:
If people step on my toes
I kick their shins
Step toes kick shins
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