"leanne" poems
i am resilient and beautiful
i wonder why my peers are all so twisted
i hear the irrelevant chatter around me
i see shallow minds and cold hearts
i want to reach out. i want change.
i am resilient and beautiful
i pretend to be confident and sane
i feel as though i’m broken
i touch those i love, yet they are slipping away
i worry that i’m lost, confused, stranded
i cry for attention and stability
i am resilient and beautiful
i understand that the water can be rough
i say that diamonds only come from under pressure
i dream of an unknown happiness
i try to show strength and perseverance
i hope to find what i’ve been longing for
i am jenna leanne.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
DRESSMAKERS to the stars J’Aton have turned designer detectives after one of their most valuable couture gowns was stolen from a bride’s home last week.
The one-of-a-kind gown, which was stolen from Leanne Bartucca’s Greenvale residence along with other valuables, is estimated to be worth more than $40,000.
It weighs more than 18kg, and features intricate 100-year-old vintage French lace that has been carved and sculpted onto leather and layered tulle.
J’Aton designers Anthony Pittorino and Jacob Luppino, who also made the wedding gowns of Rebecca Judd, Nadia Bartel, Jodi Gordon and Yvette Prieto, wife of Michael Jordan, are appealing to the public in the hope that if it goes for sale online, someone will recognise the distinctive dress.
“We are so devastated for our dear friend Leanne; that dress has a special place in our hearts and is so sentimental to us all,” the pair said.
“It’s a dress that we created especially for Leanne, it has her and her husband’s initials embroidered into the train and we just hope that if anyone recognises the distinguishable design for sale on websites or social media, that they report it to the police.”
Ms Bartucca, who wore the dress in March, 2014, says she has been devastated by its theft.
“It’s such a sentimental thing; my family and the J’Aton boys have been checking the internet daily in the hopes that we will see it for sale,” she said.
“I had dreams of using the fabric from it for my children’s christening gowns, and even framing a section of the fabric for our home.
“[The thieves] definitely knew what they were doing. As a former fashion buyer, I was surprised how much they knew — what they left behind was just as telling as what they took.
“They could tell the difference between real and fake jewellery, they left certain shoe brands behind and obviously went straight for the J’Aton dress, which was covered in tissue paper and in a white box at the top of the wardrobe.”
Police said they were investigating whether the burglary was in relation to another in the same area.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/white-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/black-formal-dresses
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 12:12 AM UTC
My girl was born, with black hair;
and as I cuddled her in my chair;
She looked at me with eyes, that could not see;
as if to say hello Dad, it’s me.
Thirteen years later, I’ve seen her grow;
and there’s one thing, I’ve come to know;
That when my life begins to curl;
I’ll always remember, my little girl.
When my girl smiles, there can be;
no other greater thrill for me;
To see her happy, is in my plan;
My little girl, she’s called Leanne.
Sep 25, 2010
Sep 25, 2010 at 11:39 AM UTC
Sleep
Hush little baby
Hush little baby
Mama bout to tell you whats going on lately, yo
Waking up at noon,
sleeping fully clothed
lectures in the afternoon,
i think I should fully go
Teachers always barking
Barking like a dog in this,
place,
we call home (home?)
Hanging on the phone
Hanging on the monkey bars
Teachers told me don't
monkey around
Gotta grow up get paid and be
sound
But its just me against the world now
(me against the world now)
LIKE PAC
it's just me against the world now
LIKE PAC
it's just me against the world now
Waking up at noon
Alarm always belling late
Unless I set it
wrong
can't remember last night's mind state
Darkness in the morning
Up a mourning yawning
another day another
dolla to pay,
another bent,
copper to pay
to the **** poor,
mama tell me what my life might,
got in store!
Girl a like, Hey Hey!
Girl a like, Hey Hey!
Beats in the bedroom,
mac by the stereo and
Pats on the stereo
Pats on the decks
Hey Hey Harriet I tell her that she next
And i tell her that she next
Me against the world
Me against the world
Me against the world
LIKE PAC
LIKE PAC
L-L-L-LIKE PAC
I wish i was a bear
I wish i didn't care,
I wish one day I might grow up,
and be fair
dada told me
son
SON!
SON!
LIKE PAC,
HAIIIL MAARY!
Haaaaaailm Marrt
Harriet
Mum, I'm sparking up!
up! up! Stop Smoking ****
Stop Smoking ****
Met Her once
Might have met her twice
TV show told me its love at first,
sight
sight
Face told me that she looked quite...
nice
She looked quite nice
Harriet, Scott!!!!
Scott!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ahhhh!
I'm Scared Now!
Well we can ask,
Meek Mill and Game
Who The **** Scared NOW!
?
Scott!
And again, Scott!
I'm Lying!
!!
Harriet save me now,
Jesus, Rachel,
forget it, Leanne!
Gone,
Waiting For Godot,
Waiting For, Jamie and Jay at the Gates of Dawn
Waiting
Grow Old
Grow Old
Stop smoking ****
Waking up at noon
Smoking lots of ****
bunning bunning bunning
Who is Kym, Who is Rachel?
who cares
I 1 life
I can be as self indulgent as i like
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 12:09 PM UTC
I am not murdered, and I am not missing, but parts of me have been disappeared.
— Leanne Simpson
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 9:44 AM UTC
Things she's good at...
Hmmm, let's see.
Talking, and napping, and watching TV,
Whining, and crying, and sighing again.
Again, and again, and over again.
Oh crap, this poem, it's about a princess you see,
But so far I've written it about my kitten, Winnie.
My real princess is Ashley, Ash, so lovely.
But don't make her mad or she might even throw things.
Kidding, I'm kidding! Well, I guess I'm really not.
But back to the point, where we first got caught.
His name was Gage, my good friend of youth.
Immature and reckless, he lost her like ****
Yeah, that's right, he dated her first..
But with stupidity he lost her, almost like a curse.
Or was it a blessing, a blessing you see.
Not a blessing for him, but a blessing for me.
We met once again, this time a new friend,
His name was Alex, and that's where it ends.
But that's okay, that story is old,
The story of us is about to unfold.
We met before drinks, shots to be exact,
She took so many and convinced her drugging was fact.
Fast forward now, past the times of drunk.
To the time where I, well, I thought and I thunk.
Girl after girl, I'd dated them all.
From Leanne to Lauren, short and tall.
Just over two years of stagnation and pain,
I found that I actually had much left to gain.
Remembering Ashley and the brightness she held,
I randomly reached out and all of a sudden an end came to my hell.
We texted and talked, sexted and sulked,
We found love within each other, something neither of us had felt.
And there it was, almost two years exact to this date.
That I met and fell in love, with my one and only soul mate.
So there it is, the story of my princess,
nothing more, nothing less.
But now, you see, I have two princesses with me.
One's named Ashley and the other Winnie.
I'll love them forever, and long after that,
my beautiful Ashley and calico cat.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
Is this how it starts? is this how it all begins? a fight between 2 parents with kids left t c who wins, The deafing sound of voices shoutin about whos in the wrong, I'm done with all the fightin iv fought this war for far 2 long.
My hearts feels like it's broken,
The airs so thick it's hard t breath,
Wha am I t do now? is it me who's supposed t leave? is it me who needs t go?is it me am I tha bad?
Was this the way it started when she left us with me dad?
But she walked out n left us,she gave up without fight,I remember all the details from tha sad upsettin night.
I was 6 Leanne was 9 R John was only 3, they both stood in the kitchen dad pretendin t make the tea,
Then they began t talk real quite like we weren't suppose t no,but we knew that's never how it stayed an voices began t grow. Us 3 kids just sat there while the shoutin carried on, then me mum turn t me dad an said her love 4 him ad gone,the shouten stopped he grabbed her arm n marched her t the door,he pushed her out n turned his back her left cryin on the floor.
Back then things didn't get explained n kids never asked why,adults knew wha was best never believed grown ups would lie,
Now I sit here on my own without my baby's here with me,how could I let this happen?why the **** did I not see?
But I won't give up this isn't it coz this is not the end,
my kids r more important than u or any so called friends.
Your stupid to try an fight me,
To make me look like I'm like her,
The only thing she gave me are my looks an curly hair.
I swear u will b sorry u can not take what's in my heart,
I pity those who cross me I'm gunna finish whatever u start.
A mothers love is endless,it's strong n it comes free,ur makin a mistake to try an take my kids from me.
I will never give up fightin until there back were they belong,
the question is can u fight back can u pretend t b as strong
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 9:53 AM UTC
Don't let this dream I dream slip away, don't let it leave the brightest spotlight of my day.
Silent like a sundial in the sunshine,
I can only wish to claim you as mine.
I promise I'm just orbiting the sun in its natural RAYs.
You're a beacon of hope shining through the sunbeams today.
For the moments we share, reaching out to my friend,
in heart, mind, and soul, this bond can never end.
Let our bond be one of a kind,
special, just as we dream,
like a lighthouse searching with its brightest beam.
I'm here not to possess you,
just to bask in the warmth of your words and smile.
Your presence is like still waters on the sea across the miles.
In the beautiful colors of life, you're the most beautiful shade I've seen.
The laughter flows naturally and gently, like water rolling in a stream,
Talking like we are weaving a beautiful tapestry with our words.
Time, like wings that grow on the most beautiful bird.
In your presence, I only wish to exist one day.
Please don't stop showing me that I am worth the stay.
Of all the time passing, of all the days apart,
keep me close to you, in your thoughts and in your heart.
Leanne ☀️
Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 6:31 PM UTC
It’s like you took out my soul and etched your name on it.
I wouldn’t trade it for any other moment.
The etch where your name is, there’s also a heart.
I would have let you put it there right from the start.
The feeling I felt—I knew it that night.
I knew that I would fall in love and feel just right.
I don’t say “I love you” and randomly give it away.
So, for me to tell you I love you, I need and want you to stay.
It’s like our souls connected the first night.
Then we sealed our souls with a kiss that felt wonderful and amazingly right.
I feel it deep down in my soul, right where your name is etched as if it were gold.
I know that my feelings for you will never grow old.
My heart beats so perfectly in sync,
Right within the rhythm of yours, as if they are linked.
I feel like together we are the best mix.
My soul and yours surely know what to fix.
Just so you know, if you haven’t already,
I’ll etch my name on your soul, true and steady
So you can carry me with you when we are apart.
Don’t forget, beside it I’ll even etch a sweet heart.
All my love 💓
Leanne
Mar 5, 2025
Mar 5, 2025 at 8:29 PM UTC
Blue isn't just a color.
Blue can be many things.
Blue is watching the waves spell summer with the sunset on the ocean at Ana Maria.
Blue is crying after finishing that wonderful french film and wondering what it would be like to have Leanne's life.
Blue is eating your favorite cookie doe ice cream and listening to Bon Jovi.
Blue is smelling 'Magnolia Bloom' thinking about your late grandma and missing the sound of her bickering and carefulness.
Blue is loving him even when he leaves you at your weakest because he still sounds like art and dead roses aren't so bad.
Blue is making every bit of the moon your own on the night of your birthday sitting on the roof drinking Cabernet Franc.
Blue is happiness and sunshine.
Blue is heartbreak and sleeplessness.
Blue is despair and loneliness.
Blue is love and pure kindness.
Blue is pure.
Blue is pure art.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 12:33 PM UTC
Im good in bed, yet ****** in my head
Yeah that's what she said
Larger then life, When iv'e done to many lines
Im right off the handle, way to much for her to handle
But it's my life, and she aint no leanne rhymes
They say no sympathy for the devil
Well i dont expect none
Because the devil lived
He was gifted with sin
Flattering his foe's egos
While neglecting the truth
Absolving their sins, for the price of their souls
Im the devl in the skin
Thats what she said
To abbreviate is to hate
She just doesnt want to understand
Guess im not worth her chance
That's all she had to give, and she culdn't do that
Loves become out of her reach
since she will never again reach me
Forever and ever Forever ever
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC
Rain falls swiftly from the sky,
Feeling like little knives stabbing into my skin.
I try to duck and find cover,
All I can do is wait in pain until it's over.
Leanne
11/23/24
Nov 25, 2024
Nov 25, 2024 at 3:13 PM UTC
.love u my amazin dad so much it takes my breathe away...❤️❤️
Poem written by (Carla Goldie)me..
STAND WITH US...
Are world has just got smaller,
Where confused,it's hard to think.
Nothins makin sense like when u have 2 much 2 drink,
Where lost an feelin helpless,
There's a hole left in r hearts,
who r we 2 go 2 wen things start t fall apart,
R worlds been left in pieces dad,
We don't no wha t do,
There's no1 else t fix this..the only 1 who could was u..
We've loved u since forever,
We've always bin r number 1,
Dad come stand here with us,
In r hearts u still live on
U will forever b r hero,
We felt so proud t look up to,
Wen things got hard u held r hand an helped t pull us through
So thank you dad were grateful,
For all the times tha u where..
A million times dad thank u..
Tha it was us ur love u shared..
But now r strength is in each other,
That's the way it has t b,
4 the last time dad stand with us,
Forever, U,John,Leanne and me...xx
*** Love u 4Eva miss u everyday my amazin dad life's so quite with out u
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 1:12 PM UTC
Planets, Black Holes
And Suns of Many
Darkness So deep of
Light not Any
So Far Away It Fails to Me
A Milky Way- Our Galaxy
Near neighbors Unknow
& Unlikely to Be
The sway a Light year
As claimed by We
Of a dark so deep &
Vastly be
Imagination assigned to
An Empty Sea
Dark Matter so much...
The Name given the-
An Earthly night
A Full Moon Bright
Constellations and Stars...
All Shiney and Many
A Full Moon In Love ~
Is Life A Plenty
By: Leanne Hillman Copyright 6-30-17.
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 11:06 PM UTC
We are always on the edge of something:
On the edge of danger,
On the edge of anger,
On the edge of laughter,
On the edge of tears,
On the edge of falling—
In or out of love.
Whatever edge you are on,
Just know this edge is safe,
For at the bottom of this edge,
there is no cliff.
All you need is a little faith,
to make it to the end.
Leanne
11/23/24
Nov 23, 2024
Nov 23, 2024 at 2:40 PM UTC
Anxiety and Fear
Looks like you’re holding a snow globe so intricate and sweet.
Once shaken, the snow starts falling in big sheets.
For this fragile snow globe is not ever really clear.
When it’s shaken and shaken again, then comes the fear.
You can’t see inside to the beautiful scene.
You start to panic; will the view ever be clean?
You keep shaking the snow globe harder and harder, and then,
The questions and anxiety creep right on in.
Will I ever get to see into this beautiful globe?
Why is it so hard to see through the snow?
Why is it like this, what did I do this time?
I’m always ruining something I feel every time .
This perfect snow globe will never be the same.
Why does it feel like I’m going insane?
I’m a huge mess of tears and fears.
This precious snow globe doesn’t deserve to be here.
I then take a seat and set the globe down.
Upon my face, there’s such a big frown.
I’m upset with myself; what did I do?
I’ve broken something beautiful, shiny, and new.
It’s then when I look at that snow in the globe start to slow down.
It starts to settle back down to the ground.
I start to breathe slower; the tears and fear calm their war.
It is then that I realize what I have done, and all becomes clear—
that I do have some power over my anxiety and fear.
Leanne
Jan 1, 2025
Jan 1, 2025 at 11:39 AM UTC