It’s strange what can inspire a poem. For me it could be a song or an emotion or a chair sitting in the corner of a room. Today it was the word pursuit. I saw it in a poem I was reading and something sparked inside me. I knew that word had a poem of its own that I needed to get out. So I typed it at the top of my Word doc and without knowing what would flow, I began to type.
I don’t say it enough, but I really do love you guys. Thanks always for reading my unfiltered verse.
–Leanne Rebecca
She's in Prison 
If this is your “unfiltered verse”, then you’re even more of a genius than I first thought…
🙂
Haha thank you! And yes, I didn’t edit this at all. Just wrote it and posted it.
There is nothing better than unfiltered verse. It is raw, real and expresses the truth of the heart before the mind can get its hands on it and try to make it into something else, something that we thought we wanted to say, rather than what we truly wanted to say.
A wonderfully powerful poem written by a wonderful person who is able to express her heart like the rushing water flowing down a mountain stream. Though initiated by pain, your poems always reach for the sun with the sweet resonance of love.
Wow thank you! That means so much to me!
It’s my pleasure. I enjoy your poetry very much because it is so raw and real. It is because of this that I can term your poetry as beautiful. Because the poetry originates from with the beautiful you.
Incredible. I truly mean that.
Thank you so much!!
Really good stuff comes when you don’t filter.
I agree. I think the raw stuff is always the best
That’s a great poem and especially thanks for sharing the story around it. It’s great that inspiration hits from the obscurest moments sometimes. When it does, usually something very special comes out, like your words here.
Thanks! I’d say most of my inspiration is utterly random. I’ll make sure I share more stories in the future!