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I didnt know
How deep I was
Until you found
A piece of me
So lost
Even I didnt know
It existed
Rome Nov 2
From the texture of your palm in which I believed it was smooth when all this time it had been rough.

From the joy in your eyes whenever I'd look and stare at them as if nothing matters when all this time they were dull and filled with anger.

From the sweet words you feed me in my everyday life where I believed every single word only to find out it was nothing but pure lies and empty.

The laughter, the smiles, the giggles, the acts, the affirmation
all of them were nothing but lies that hides from a beautiful face.

But regardless how much I know this much was true,
I couldn't help but to still choose you over and over again,
until I set my sanity free and chose to be blinded
by the beauty you had

on the outside.
ag Nov 1
I got used so much with your words that it’s the only thing that I’m trusting between us. But by the time you hold me with your arms, I never thought I could love you more than I am giving.

I admit, the world is really scary for us, yet there were no days that went by of me thinking ‘why’d you still choose me?’. But I never heard you stutter on how much you would love to choose me countless times.  

Here we are, hiding under our blankets while sharing the moments being alone together and how we just realized we’re too comfortable with our own skin.

But blankets can’t hide us long, can it?
Amanda Oct 19
I try to do the best I can
Yet everything still falls apart
I end every day with the same problems
Working their way through my heart

Talk but you are distracted
We never find a solution
Stress poisoning the air around us
We keep breathing in pollution

Just keep ignoring the damage
Acting like we are fine
Blind to fact we are tiptoeing
Dangerously on a thin line

Me pretending that I don’t notice
How close we are to the edge
You don’t seem to mind the risk
Associated with the ledge

You listen
You attempt to understand
Why I live with such fear
But can’t change the speed you move at
Or switch into a lower gear

Don’t hear my worried murmurs
Cries fall upon ears rendered deaf
If you continue wheeling and dealing
Soon nothing will be left

Destroying me one piece at a time
As you throw your potential away
Hoping in time you will see the truth
Before it’s too late to stop decay
I hate the lifestyle we live
Shane Leigh Sep 10
Palm fronds are falling,
Floating,
slowly,
like feathers
I lean against the arching trunk
of this beautiful palm tree.
Falling.
It’s an old tree,
leaves will fall,
it happens;
but they fall,
it’s beautiful
but they fall,
too quickly,
but they fall.
I look up to the light.
There’s a never-ending canopy.
Where did all these fronds come from?

Don’t you know it’s time to wake up sister?
It’s warm.
The night is coming.
But it’s warm.
It’s warm?
You were always the logical one.
Telling me it’s time to wake up.

It’s always time to wake up.  
But you’re here.
Yes,
leaning against the trunk,
touching the roughness of the bark,
stretching my limbs like the roots.
No,
You are the soft furs of the fronds,
the small spines
elongating from the rachis,
the parts that are destined to fall.

It’s time to wake up sister.

I am awake
Looking up to fronds,
reaching around the thin trunk –
the other side ...
it's empty.
I am awake,
the fronds keep falling.
I am awake.
This was another writing exercise for my class.
Any and ALL feedback is appreciated but, ultimately, I hope I did a good job lol and I hope you all enjoy it. (:
© Shane Leigh
Zhell Aug 23
I'm smiling at you while where at the park
The sky is so dark
I forgot that you're not in my side
I left behind
Where are you?
I.

She was there.
Wearing her favorite sweater
while she was hoping
to get her life —
beaten like a raw egg
then I made this song,
about Helena.

II.

“So long and goodnight,
So long and goodnight.”
I hummed —
gently touching her cold face
when the chrysanthemums
she holds;
brought me back to her
and the rain pours.
Her unkempt hair —
her cold swollen hands;
her eyes as dead
as the digging hearse
rushes —
into her,
I made this song.

III.

“When the star falls,
I'll be holding on tonight
if I stay, would it make a difference?
Well, carry on
don't sleep,
hear me and stay.”
I strum in the strings of
yarns weaving
the ropes of life
attached — while she dances
barefoot and reckless.
'Til I come running —
and her faint breath, gone.

IV.

This is the last verse of the song.
When slowly the sun
yet to rise again,
piercing through
her damp soul,
I sang the last piece
and wore a vintage smile,
after her last fainting breath —
she heard the song.
Helena sold the pieces of her soul.
I've always been fascinated by the name, Helena. I wrote about her twice. You can check out my short story, 'The Aroma of Her Crimson's Blood' here.

P.S Listen to Helena by My Chemical Romance
mae Aug 17
she isn’t
a missing
puzzle piece
she is
a puzzle
herself
April 17, 2019 – 2:18PM
Alex Jul 28
I use to think home,
were build of anger,
Egos, bruises, and pain,
Back in my memory,
When i was a rope,
that my parents use to play tug of war,
I was so confused,
But i know it was home,
It wasn't feel like though,
But i knew my right arm was held by my dad,
And my mom holding my left,
My wrist were tied like cuffs,
Thinking it was my fault,
And when they let go,
I fell onto a deepest core of earth,
It was burning me,
For all i knew i was a 3 years old,
All i knew back then it was an act,
Playing their part,
And there was the moment that they don't have to,
Fading the blury images,
Make way through new ages,
That day where home felt wrecked by tornados,
They found their happy endings,
On different corners,
And all along,
I was the unfittable piece,
Left on the counter,
And puzzle portrait of a house,
Never completed at all...
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