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Leo Letters Feb 2015
What a thrill!
Down halfway on the big street
I was lost, left with a blank stare at all that was happening
but God, I saw a
delicious despair of moments.
Without it, I would have fallen
simply into the pit of
idiocy, conformity, normalcy, an
unimaginative life and a future of
foolish emptiness. Being lost
has only made me so incredibly
incredibly alive
I rise and raise and my head
to take pleasure at this awful wonder
Such is the life of a young dreamer!
Leo Letters Feb 2015
Does a word
die -
when it has been said or
Does it
live through
in another's head?
Leo Letters Feb 2015
A made up 16-year old in red - laid
atop crawled sheets mustered in a smell of midnight sweat.
A man of brows knitted ready to devour the **** sparkling naked and wet.
His crooked smile, svelte lines illuminated dimly under the shade of a cheap block
waiting, ready eager excited motivated in all a man's natural hunger
And a ***** -
legs apart, eyes closed;
her skin warm and tanned, untouched
aching to be severely loved.
Leo Letters Feb 2015
I am a raging fire on the inside and what the
world only sees, a wisp of smoke
emanating through me. Lightning, thunder
crackling on my skin I carve history on streets.
Sneaking quiet tender as a beast,
people bow down to the tremble I speak.

My hair is a string of storm, raising up in
the smell of abhor.  My flesh runs in a fire of lava and gold
Fresh and real, like a snake I peel off my skin. Through the ashes I am reborn
I stir and devour men with my breath of smoke
Tingling, Fleeting like bright sun glow, I
I am the revelation of today’s tomorrow.

Scare, beware my lips a poison of reality
Drunk to the liquor of skulls, I am flexed
my body taken from an Agate stone
Sinister smile I am a black onyx erratic and wild
to every screech I keep. My finger on people’s lips
Be still I come revolting crackers in my head

I am the child of love, born with a stone in my bed.
Come all you who dare, eyes like a cat,
I will slit you naked with a stare
I run the city wild, shouting the ecstasy burning beating in my head
those who are laughing think I’m in despair.
Shiver, I fly high, swiftly like a storm, I greet people with a blow.

This is my confession, the true disclosure of lady leo limbo
I am a magic dynamo, those who cut will bleed and disappear in my timid ****.
Walk, fly, run with me I’ll tie you in my body, those who whisper my name
I’ll build you a cage and and in my presence, I’ll slowly poison your veins.
Haven’t they told you of my stories,
I am a natural force of misery masked in smooth ivory.
The great fire I hold cuts swifter than a sword.
Leo Letters Feb 2015
Through cage's cracks
I peeped and saw and dreamt
As time on balloons tied swiftly on my wrists
A Cheshire smile
worshiping dreamer's street
Into the wild, I walk
stirred and filled with cheated blood
the greed to bleed and feel
Mad convulsing desires;
I am death. I am reborn. I am free.
High on tall structures
Amongst others
Floating mechanically in the air,
the broken bird is finally uncaged.
Leo Letters Jan 2014
Love,
Love
Oh love, was there ever a word more magical than this?
--
We tame ourselves;
our desperations and imaginings
with a bottle of whiskey and Jack
for are we not all just drunkards
all drunkards
constantly drunk on the idea of love?
Leo Letters Jan 2014
Are you still going to love me
If I tell you all about the demons I keep
All the monsters in my head
Caged in insanity

Are you still going to love me
If I tell you I bang my head against walls
As everything haunts my mind every night;
Bleed, as I wound my head in fright

Are you still going to love me
In all the wrecked images imprinted on my head
All the ghosts in my bed
lulling whispers of noise in my sleep

My mind becomes evil
When the world folds in darkness
But I am the creator of my own hell
Alas, to no one I cannot tell.
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