Posted in art, poetry, writing

Pause

Pause  I expected I’d hear silence, as if the meditation of a moment would quiet  the Muzak of being people.  I listened to the space between breaths and heard the clutter of coffee shop conversation, the footsteps of that boy in the backwards cap when he walked by, the scooting of a chair.  I heard my thoughts, a raucous of angst amassed in pictures and imagined flashbacks, a confused slide show of my participation in this room dotted with strangers. I listened for a second and heard the screams of my closed mouth.  I don’t often distinguish between my poems that are based on real experience or straight up fiction. However, I feel compelled to admit that this one is utterly non-fiction. I treated myself to a tea at this great coffee shop that’s quickly becoming my go-to place for a cup-o-joe, and the next thing I knew I’d written this poem.

Cheers to Picasso’s in good ol’ St. Charles and cheers to Wednesdays.

–Leanne Rebecca

 

 

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Steam

SteamThis poem would not be possible without the patience of the entire Frida’s staff. They put up with me taking up a table for hours at a time and constantly refill my water despite the fact that I don’t order any additional food…So to them, I say a big THANK YOU for accepting me week after week.

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Posted in Music, poetry, twenty one pilots, writing

Migraine

Migraine

I know it’s been a couple days since my last poem, but what better way to get back into the swing of things than with my twenty one pilots inspired Saturday Series–original poems sharing the same titles as TOP track titles! Check out the others in the series below and as always, check out twenty one pilots’ version of Migraine too.

Addict with a Pen

Implicit Demand for Proof

The Run and Go

Holding on to You

Air Catcher