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Leah Nov 2014
when mad girls are gone singing love songs
a lonely lass
whose eyes and lips dead shut
lost in a big fat gigantic mess

she lit a cigarette up and all is born again
to put up with the thing she's done
to remind her of who she was
and to take her mind off
like an ocean takes the ***** sands
like an empty bottle takes the rain
like an nuclear bomb takes clear air
like the scars takes time to heal

the world seems to drop dead
mad girls are gone to hit the road
a swift wind from the barley caresses her body
all the stars go waltzing out in black and white
and all the odds left within
Leah Nov 2014
with the right touch of shyness
and kindness
that rushes through my brain
as well as your brain
we found each other

nothing seems to be impossible

every night
before i go to sleep
i ask myself
why the hesitation
what paused me to be loved?

that kind of synchronicity
if it exists
between two hearts
why "what-ifs" and tons of question marks?

if there's anything left
it's an uncanny complicity  
of ecstasy
in my bloodstream
cause i have two palpitating hearts
cause i took yours in me.
  Oct 2014 Leah
Sylvia Plath
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
Leah Sep 2014
i get high on love and travel with happy pills

how do people know
when if they're absolutely in rotting misery?

i wish it'd be possible for us
to measure the exquisite feelings
of raw emotions
and let us know
when it kicks off

i mean, what i'm trying to say, i suppose,
is i won't stand motionless
as life passes by
nor become a predator of my mind
none of us should

again, do tell me,
how do people say
when they're feeling like
leaves
floating around
the ocean
and nothing else?
draft but visible to anyone on hellopoetry until the end of September, 2014.
Leah Aug 2014
1: I made love,
you ****** me.

#2: I believed in the word ‘you’
; There were ‘us’
between you and I.

#3: You never said back
“I love you”, why?

#4: You meant ‘us’
without ‘in love’, oh.
; Okay, I understand.
You burned me.

#5: You could've stopped me from crookedness.
; Tortuousness never stopped me
from believing in you, though.

#6: I shot myself
with broken minds.

#7: Nothing is more heart-wrenching
than me-without-you.
; Everything was nothing,
now nothing is everything.

#8: My-heart-without-chains started gradually burning my insides.
; It’s like,
driving a car with no brakes, isn't it?

#9: My destination has changed, to neverwhere.
; My path to happiness has been interrupted
because of my endless unconditional love to you.

#10: Your spoken words are still lingering.

#11: I started muttering words
after you.

#12: The perks of being alone is none.  
                                                
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