Leah

Leah, 23, Author. Welcome to my online poetry diary. Believer that first drafts are final drafts. Poetry saved me.

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I count the stars

with you on my mind.

I'm fading away....

But I hope to survive.

I'm falling apart.

I hear the sound,

of a breaking heart.

I reach out, but there's never anything to hold onto.

I guess I'll be gone very soon too.

What am I?

Broken promises tangled around my heart.

I've been a mess, I'd like to say.

Giving in to my thoughts,

I'm fading away.

I don't even know what I am and what I'm not.

I'm gone too.

There's a knife in my back and I'm hurting too.

I hope you remember me, I really hope you do.

Because I miss you,

I really do.

~A.T Quinston

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Allez Vous

Allez Vous By: Leah

With a fragile glass of rose is in my hand, I listen to the Indigo Girls' Galileo. I hear Mozart playing jubilant major keys, Chopin playing sad nocturnes like the night, The smart souls of another lifetime. There’s a way about them They all flow like flowery rosé, Like a dove, In another lifetime. You like this music too, Allez vous listen with me? Somehow the songs Still resonate with those today Even with no lyrics, Like you do to me, No matter how much time has passed. All of the musical souls, Allez vous give me inspiration, determination like the songs? Allez vous soul salvation in the dark night like the songs? Allez vous give me reincarnation like the songs? Allez vous give me love? Allez vous listen with me? I love the guitar But I don’t play. I love the violin, But I don’t play. I love the flute, But I don’t play. I love the saxophone, But I don’t play, But allez vous? There’s just something so special About listening To an instrument with you That can instrument so many Wanted and unwanted feelings, That can ground the soul, Get it right, And give night vision. I can see In the highest light And insight When I listen to music From Franz To Emily and Amy To ambient tunes bringing a nirvana And allowing me to be nocturnal in the dark. Come of melody and Many a you Listen the nights away... Allez vous This time?

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Enjoy the little moments. You never know when it will be the last time you experience them.

[chuckakot]

The smell of rain, the blooming of June flowers– never have I been aware of this, to enter the shadow of your laughter, to collapse in those eyes, but what I have enjoyed the most, is the silence of the night– thick silence, just you and I, exceeding in the quiet solitude,

Chuck Akot, from Waterline and Other Poems, Fiori di giugno (via chuckakot)

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Hourglass

By: Leah

Being in quarantine Makes me think of you More than I’m used to. Maybe because I’m lonelier Than I am used to.

You are an hourglass Made of lace.

[love]

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California Strangers

By: Leah I dream of a time where I can Go back to California, Where I can see the surfers on the waves In wetsuits protecting them from sorrow, Where the food trucks have men offering Napkins to wipe away pain. California is full of strangers, Of park rangers And Avengers. I like seeing strangers, People who I don’t know. People I see Are new beginnings. They don’t know me. They will take me as I am. I met a boy at an improv show Struggling to take a tow Of fame and fortune. He had a pretty face And hopes and dreams Made of lace. I met a girl who liked to go to Rodeo Drive And try shoes on but never buy, See the mannequins and admire. She wants to be a fashion designer. I met a boy at a coffee shop Who said he loves Star Wars, And wants to be in a big movie. I like seeing streets of strangers Full of Zac Efron life-size cutouts And conversations waiting to happen About the water and the waves, About the news and the graves. All types of life to talk about And to witness the beauty of, like a sunrise. I dream of a time where I can go back to California Go to a new home, Full of warmness, And strangers With botched dreams Like mine. Maybe they're not strangers after all.

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Geraniums Blossom

By: Leah

Geraniums are children Popping out of the soil The little ones dressed in purple sprout Wanting to get taller But are stuck.

Then water falls from the sky Like an ocean of sorrowful eyes Laced with helpfulness And knowing the feeling Of being stuck in one place.

After the storm The pansies are sprinkled with growth They stretch their arms of velvet petals And yawn And sway as their fragile bodies Blossom.

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Enjoy the little moments. You never know when it will be the last time you experience them.

[samantha-mary-writings]

roots we grow
unsure of what is waiting for us
above the soil

we stretch out, trembling
trepidation clinging to us
like moss

yet still, we reach out
and when we sprout branches

we climb,
we climb