

I didn't choose this class.I didnt choose this class, she said, Triumphant, leaning back in her seat, As though shed said something truly Profound.I didn't choose this class.
I didnt want to be in creative writing, but they put me in here, removing any reality of some kind of existential possibility.
I dont even like to write, and thus, Absolved herself of any responsibility to try. From that point on, I knew the implication.
Its now my job to make this child go from loathe to like to love


These DaysThese days, I sit around trying to will poetry out Of the silence, reaching out into the screen or staringThese Days
Straight ahead into the four asymmetric pictures On the wall. I'd squint my eyes like I was bending
A spoon. Nothing.
Somehow every time a clever metaphor, witty image, Or unique comparison comes up, it fades and I'm left
With a strand of blonde hair stuck between two books On my nightstand. A cup of coffee. Three days, vanishing.
An embrace. Your phantom atmosphere, lingering. The graceful


Kudzu--IIJune.Kudzu--II
Juneteenth and my front yard is alive With thistle blooms and blackberry briars. You'll pray for rain so the heat don't kill you.
Your love is like a kudzu vine baby. Got you crawlin' all over town.
Red sky at night just brings tomorrow, Shimmering cobwebs, shriveling leaves brought low Another sultry, sweaty summer afternoon.
Your love is like a kudzu vine baby. Got you crawlin' all over town.
But tonight, concealed
Beneath pink pastel peals of thunderclouds wails a blues moon.
If you don't quit your creepin',


Found Poem II-I was PissedI was pissed. I'm not really special. I try to make the most out of my life. I work hard at things I care about.Found Poem II-I was Pissed
Well, first off... We don't really talk anymore. But ok. Jesus.
Yeah, you wouldn't want to do it. Sadly enough, I know. Our school has enough problems. But there's no surprise...she knows who I am...
...how much I think you're worth... ...what people really think about you... ...that bitch... Don't worry. It's not you, it's me.
The bomb. Why you feel stupid? The bomb. Traded everyt


That Night, You DancedHow cliché you wereThat Night, You Danced
My darling, To tilt your head back willingly And let the silver shards caress your neck To bathe under the dryness of his breath And taste the salty residue of his ache
Unable to cry after the fading daylight died…
Different colors made of tears Now illuminate our candle-lighten lane Where our footsteps burned our tracks into the ground We left inside the cavern of his heart
A willow never weeped so sweetly…
I watched it all, Your backyard transform into graveyard While you sang in the wind from a willow tree &n
Leah x
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Vivo en el camioneta abajo en la ribera come un dieta constante de queso gobierno.
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"You will NOT sink my cheerio!" -Happy Noodle Boy, JTHM, Jhonen Vasquez
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May your joys be as many as the sands in the sea.
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May your joys be as many as the sands in the sea.
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(*that means you)
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