Sometimes on a Friday night, even when you’re tired and worn, and even when it’s late and no one else in your house is awake, you still find inspiration. You’re not sure from where, because your brain is dead and your back is sore and you’re slightly sad for no reason and way too sober. You find a poem in the nothing and that’s pretty cool.
One of these days I’m going to assemble all of the commentary I’ve written on here. I bet I’ll find many poems hidden there too amidst the blocks of unrefined text.
By the way, apparently my last post was my 500th poem. I got a notification on my phone shortly after I published it. Cheers to 501 poems on She’s in Prison. Thanks for sticking around for the journey.
Goodnight.
—Leanne Rebecca
She's in Prison 
You’re right – I do always love reading your commentary as much as your poems. Congrats on 500!
Thank you!
Hi fellow musician, I don’t play guitar but I sing – for years. I have quite a few composer friends. Musical people, like poets, are deeply in touch with their feelings. I just had someone share the same feeling as your Friday night feeling. Good to hear from you. Will I ever write 500 poems, will see! Thank you for liking my new post. It would be pleasure to have you follow my blog, and hear from you.
https://theshowersofblessing.wordpress.com/2016/08/04/clouds-sun/
You are so welcome and thank you for taking the time to read my poetry as well. I hope your Thursday is going splendidly 🙂