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Insanity

Insanity  She imploded into the cavern inside her chest, fizzled from the outside in like a fading ember until he couldn’t see her anymore. She wondered if he’d ever seen her.  She stayed trapped inside the hole, buried as deep as the years it took to dig, knowing only one hand could pull her out, a hand she knew would never come.   From the darkness she yelled his name, pleading with his fear to reach into her heart and relinquish vulnerability, but he couldn’t hear her, had never heard her.   Still she begged, chastised by the echo bouncing off his silence. She wondered how many ways she could write about the same emotion before she exploded.

My dad asked me a couple days ago if I knew what the definition of insanity was. Yes, I said, it’s trying the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. So he asked me why I keep trying.

Some things are worth going crazy over.

–Leanne Rebecca

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Posted in art, poetry, writing

Chance

Chance  She convinced him with one look to take a chance on her lips, a sideways glance entrancing  hands to wrap around waists and necks, to slip out of the strobe lights and into dark corners.  He wrapped his attention around her mystery, a girl so soft-spoken she almost blended into the wall paint, emerging from invisibility, catching the corner of his eye, her downturned lashes faltering his control.   He needed to know her.  She fed on his intrigue, a vampire preying on his intoxication, his involuntary lust to touch, falling trap to her game, her mastery of magnetism.   But he was just a number, a nameless mannequin to satisfy  a night’s play, a symbol of her fear to  take a chance on love.

I just moved into a new apartment. I feel like I’m starting a new life, starting over, taking ownership of the aspects of my life I didn’t own before. I asked my roommate tonight what her advice to you all would be if she could impart one piece of wisdom. By happenstance, she said “take a chance.”

Beautiful.

–Leanne Rebecca

Posted in art, Band Inspiration, Music, poetry, writing

Invisible

It’s Sunday folks, which means it’s time for me to announce my NEW SUNDAY SERIES on She’s in Prison! The past 8 months have been dedicated to the Josh Dun Poetry Corner, a series inspired by the drummer from the band Twenty One Pilots. But with the new year I retired Josh’s Corner in a bittersweet culminating post, ready to leap into a new adventure.

So here it is…my new weekly tradition:

I will post a poem inspired by one (or two) song(s) on my current playlist. Every week will be a new band, so hopefully ya’ll can discover some great music and I can celebrate my favorites. Win!

Ready? Let’s go!

Invisible

Inspired by:

“No Idea” and “Me Without You”

by All Time Low

Posted in art, Music, poetry, twenty one pilots, writing

Anathema

AnathemaToday’s poem is part of my regular Saturday series of poetry inspired by the titles of songs by Twenty One Pilots. “Anathema” is probably one of their lesser known tracks, but still so worthy of commendation and admiration. Give a listen below and check out the archives of my other TOP inspired poetry in the ole archives