Thursday, November 24, 2016
Journal
Once I sculpted you out of letters
and carved quotes into your skin
you became every word
I wanted someone to tell me
even if you said it with silence
you let me spill tears on your shoulder
even though it left a stain
and you never forgot a single detail
while I poured my heart out every day
yet I abandoned you as I always do
when you ran out of space for me
and I realized as I tucked you
behind rows of books on my shelves
that you never asked for my eyes
to spill tears on your corners
and my mind to drip words on each line
I ruined my creation,
my sculpture born of ink,
until I had no more tears left to cry.
Wednesday, November 2, 2016
Every morning when I open my eyes
I find an empty bed
and I'm always surprised
because all through the night
you never left my head.
I find an empty bed
and I'm always surprised
because all through the night
you never left my head.
I did it.
I wrote 365 poems in (a little longer than) a year.
I am more active on my Tumblr (nothingwithoutwords.tumblr.com) where I grew a bigger audience than I ever thought I would! And soon I'll be releasing a poetry book with my work, so stay tuned!
Thank you for your support this past year,
Leigh
I wrote 365 poems in (a little longer than) a year.
I am more active on my Tumblr (nothingwithoutwords.tumblr.com) where I grew a bigger audience than I ever thought I would! And soon I'll be releasing a poetry book with my work, so stay tuned!
Thank you for your support this past year,
Leigh
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