"leanna" poems
You were kind and beautiful
and through the nights you remained in my mind.
please, recall you can take all your love on me,
don't decline in restless, but oh Leanna intertwine your hopes and dreams with me.
Lilly.
You have always been wild
so free so to inspire the man's conscious
and just merely leave and follow your ply.
Lilly.
And that I may turn you into literature
and through this ink spill the blued words of shame and unspoken.
Lilly.
From Ben Howard to the coffees,
and your yellow hat to your thoughts knobby,
where would I find you again? And where do I regain desire to what I make more mistakes of?
Lilly.
Is every man an island? or do the wolves shout for company?
What is a travel and curiosity? And the blessed of these in the scriptures?
What is of the nice dancing shoes?
And the late night events? Are they all ephemeral?
Less and less do I believe Leanna.
I'll pick the crumbs of yours, is better than to overflow of anything else.
Lilly,
I fell in love
I miss you
I do not know of this middle ground I live in anymore.
"'Cause I'll always remember you the same"
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 8:32 PM UTC
Don’t worry Sydney,
We’ll soon be out of here;
Away from plain padded rooms,
And white monsters that sneer.
We’ll escape if only we can count,
One, Three, Seven and Five;
They keep getting jumbled,
But still we must strive.
Count Sydney Count!
We must take flight!
It is the only way,
we can stand and fight.
Oh just look at them Sydney,
Sam’s singing his simple song;
Leanna’s licking her leg,
Warren tells himself he’s wrong.
Craig is crying in his corner,
Dave’s drawing dots on the door;
Miss Persilla’s passing out pills,
And Monica’s moaning, “More More!”
Don’t cry now Sydney,
We’ll soon find a way;
To count to that number Orange,
And get out of here someday.
Jan 25, 2011
Jan 25, 2011 at 6:01 PM UTC