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A Wishful Sip

Hot Cocoa

I found heart shaped clouds

swirled in my hot chocolate,

a kiss of good luck

brought to my lips

with the giddiness of a kid

looking up at the sky

seeing what magic I might find,

if I allow innocence

to guide my eyes.

     –Leanne Rebecca

I hope your Wednesday night was as delicious as mine! I recommend the Aztec Hot Cocoa at Picassos.

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Highly Sensitive Person

My heart is like the sky,

wrapping around the horizon

like a hug for the souls below,

an embrace that connects

me to you

across the expanse of the Earth.

I can feel the world

inside my ribs

and sometimes I fear

my chest will explode.

–Leanne Rebecca

I’m trying something new tonight. I’m letting the words speak for themselves without influencing the interpretation of my poetry by presenting it with a picture. It’s always nice to mix it up. Let me know what you think!

This poem is dedicated to my wonderful friend Katie 🙂

Much love, Leanne

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Root Bound

Root Bound

The bittersweet truth of struggle is that it serves as unending inspiration for creativity. The beauty of poetry is that it serves as an outlet for struggle. The sadness of poetry is that it is eternal, which means the struggle becomes entombed in history.  I’ve been writing a lot lately, thankful for the inspiration but fighting the sadness of it.

Thank you for reading 🙂

–Leanne

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Tree of Life

Tree of Life

A piece of profound artwork has an incredible ability to stick its hands in our brains and pull out our deepest secrets, emotions, and stories. Great art also seems to chant the words “buy me” in an angelic chorus. Most of the time I can’t afford it, but little splurges have been known to happen. When my impulses get the better of me,  I have to rearrange the art I have hanging on my walls to find the perfect spot to showcase its majesty. Has anyone else experienced this?

–Leanne

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Oceans Away

Oceans Away

This morning I read through the past 2 years of poems I’ve posted on here. It didn’t take long since my consistency with posting has wavered. I’d forgotten about most of them but it took only seconds to remember where I’d been when I wrote them and what emotions were controlling my pen at the time. It’s been a hell of a couple years. I shunned dating, moved back in with my parents, fell in love, had my heart broken, hated life, went through a couple different jobs and two surgeries, started grad school, lost myself, rediscovered forgotten passions, found myself again, loved life, remembered what it felt like to have a crush on someone and how painful unrequited lust can be. I’ve watched friends and family marry, move away, and follow their dreams while others have struggled through breakups. I’ve questioned my choices and realized that I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. I know one thing though, I feel home when I’m writing.

Thanks for sticking with me through it all.

–Leanne