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, Â 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
Tonight I had an impromptu date with my dad. The style of this poem is a little different than my usual, but it was all inspired in the moment.
True story.
I should be in bed by now, but I just couldn’t sleep without writing this poem. Now that it’s done, I bid you goodnight…
–Leanne
It’s amazing how the stories in our brains can seem so different than what everyone else sees. We all have our own realities. Only you know your truth. Love anyway.
–Leanne
Just appreciating the little things and trying to keep life from passing by too quickly.
–Leanne
I am thankful for today 🙂
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
Honesty hidden in poetry.
I wish time would pause.
Happy it’s Friday 🙂
Sweet dreams!
I swear I’m not cynical about everything in my life!
Regardless of my social ineptitude and longing for human connection, it was a delicious (and vegan) brunch at one of my favorite places. I woke up a little sad yesterday and that sadness followed me all morning and into the afternoon. Sometimes eating a roasted apple crepe with peanut butter and drinking a sunburnt white Russian on a sunshiny day does not negate whatever emotion nags in your heart. The sadness waned though in the afternoon, thanks to a massage, some quiet time with a book at a coffee shop, and a dinner out with my parents and brother. A bipolar birthday for sure.
Sometimes the beginning of the next chapter of your life and the end of the last chapter of your life bleed together, so you’re left in the middle. That’s how I feel right now. (This is the part where you listen to the “The Middle” by Jimmy Eat World).
Happy Monday!
–Leanne
For my dear sister. I miss you!
She's in Prison 