LRAE Poetry

they’ll keep the secrets safe  as long as they get their share of pay profiting off an eccentric personality is  how  t hey keep their Mercedes on the driveway and when their cash cow has  been  slaughtered, they’ll send out a bouquet make a documentary, but  the  truth they fail to portray he told them he had a drug addiction  and  they gave him the pills as if he were a gun  that was reloaded with ruthless ammunition their side of the story is all a coverup they said they’ll personally take care  of this matter and monitor his checkup they told him that when  he’s on  stage, he needs to put his face up a fire scorching on and out of his  brain, but they thought he wouldn’t burn up they offered him a contract, but this he didn’t expect when he had signed up I’m talking about the lyrical poet who wrote  confessions  about his struggle to be sober   he was born on Halloween  night, after the 31st of...

breathing in the stench  of dead rats moving quickly before  the door shuts while you're pacing across the ground  that's smothered   in cigarette butts history is in the making and there sits a one hit wonder, but you wouldn’t notice them  in that  moment since they were a regular bystander in the carrier over awaits a  passionate romance and the independent author who writes freelance a dreamer in the shadows, there reclined the observer maybe the look in their eyes gave away that they’ve  seen someone be murdered there’s also the college bound student and the individual tripping out on drugs  who is unreservedly clueless conversing with strangers, the artist in attempts to share  their works with the public in exchange for the possibility of a mainstream label hearing their music  resting at the end of their shift  from a day spent of being a hard worker tourists are from all over, everybody here is a traveler Have you seen ...

it was like a movie scene with strawberry shortcake  and fresh whipped cream set between the end of a sunset  as light shined through the trees and amidst the leaves it beamed  lying down on a blanket with feet tucked under our knees to the background music we both would sing, “Strawberries, cherries,  and an angel’s kiss in spring.” I'll tell you, "Goodnight." before you fall asleep and when you wake up  soon from this dream I hope you remember our picnic and the memories that bring a euphoric-like high when we are happy - Leah Rae

a red rainbow is a  miracle in nature rare, but possible just as our  small  worlds change, the rest of the planet is impacted the same shooting stars, fairy circles,  and the polar lights you have to catch a glimpse to their unforeseen sights healing is the process when  you  feel that you won't be able to let go but you can, and that's why  the Earth created these things to show that change can only happen once the beholder decides to see the afterglow - Leah Rae

bouncing off the walls is his head and his words Is my mind trying to deceive me, is that what I heard? optical illusions through the hall of mirrors you go down the slide to escape the terrors you're unsure if anyone else can see it too Are the walls closing in or is this a tiny room? sweets and rotting teeth I danced with candyman, I met my reflection in the glass, one look and I've gone mad bitten by fangs,   they told  me   that I tasted  sweet like honey and then they asked me, " Do you like  wax dripped  across your body?" Is this my imagination or is it reality? Do other people have this kind of mentality? I surrendered and gave my speech softly spoken I'd play games with the currency of a golden token running away from a shadow, feeling as though you're being chased by a killer you run and hide behind a spiral  pillar  my dream made me mortified by the truth of people everyone lived out their sadistic and darkest secrets they did such...

maybe I am as unpredictable as a magic eight ball or even as complex as a million pieced jigsaw puzzle maybe my moods are  as  deep as the depths of the ocean  with alternation and cycles of mixed emotions maybe my thoughts are motley  and like a potpourri  you try so hard to solve me as you would a conspiracy theory if you thought that I've come  undone into dissonant  fragments I still put myself back together, although the process is   enigmatic if you assumed that my body  is made for one reason, it’s made to conquer  if you thought that I was  too mysterious to  see-through, you could've just waited longer I am the same bones with the same skin, I'm as real as I once was,  more now than I've ever been I have the same shade of blood  and the same colored eyes, playful in my energy with an intellectual mind it's not that I've changed, maybe it's you who took time to understand me or that you started payin...

on the nights where the moon in its first quarter shadowed a crescent a young girl stared amongst the stars  that gleamed iridescent she’d talk to the moon as it were a friend never to leave or betray her, she knew she’d see it again it’d be there the next day showing more of its shape if only she could live up there, it’d be her great escape as the smoke blew over  and the clouds unveiled she felt at ease and like she  could finally breathe, she exhaled everything that was out of her control she’d write down in her notebook on her last day on Earth, she hopes to  see the moon and give it one last look she liked how it reflected  a memento mori two points that eventually  meet in a timeless story the daytime overwhelmed her, but when she’d see the moon once more she spoke from the heaviness  in her heart as it  called out for someone who would  accept her  as she was  waning or waxing, although she's half full, she's far from collap...

I want the cotton candy  type of love between us one that melts in your mouth like sugar crystals dissolving into sweetness your health would disapprove, but it is your tempting weakness you would stand up from  the  bleachers to chase the vendor down I'd watch you as you'd run in circles  going around and around you'd wait in a half an hour long line to pay a ridiculous amount for if cotton candy could say, "I love you." you'd respond with, "I love you more." no matter if you’re young or old, you'll always have a craving  for the vanilla  scented gold  as you prepare yourself for  the aching throughout , you choose to indulge  rather than go without - Leah Rae

whenever I would  swallow a fruit seed, I was told that my  stomach would grow a tree after these years since I've waited for this to happen, I can honestly say that  I've grown fruitful of passion now that I’m older,  I have an entire orchard of these reminders with each season's harvest,  I become ardently inspired and immersed into my  purpose with heartfelt desires however, something about  summertime is rather sentimental Does it have to do with flowers  and picking off their petals? for a wanderlust, there is not one place to comfortably settle each acre of land I've seen has so much beautiful potential I keep searching though I don't know what I'm looking for, but I know that there  is a love from within too powerful  to ignore and when I finally have  this  breakthrough... I will switch to more grapefruit - Leah Rae

I’m the wolf estranged  from the pack, you take notice to the distinctive arch in my back  and that my senses are  strong enough to fixate on one’s lies I can tell that you’re speechless just by the look in your eyes I walk stoutly by the  side of my loyal companion they’ve protected me  my whole life, their presence I  vow to never abandon even when others are fearful  and intimidated, it’s safe to say that  dogs  have evolved and became domesticated we tread proudly together, with ears docked and pointed high if you pose as a threat to  our beloved,  we will fortify the invective names  we reject and remain dignified because we are truly gentle inside and actually quite shy - Leah Rae

these occurrences  in my life  I should regret, but instead they make  inspiration for  a painting,  a song, and poetry in this way, creating  makes  everything worth healing - Leah Rae

I wanted to embody grace and lightness, but all I got were insecurities that was until I heard a goddess say,  “It adds another layer; another dimension to your tapestry.” my roses are a gift,  aside to a heart shaped box the sweetest things only come  when the others have been lost; the hard to swallow, bitter tasting bites Didn’t you read the ingredients?  love contains of sugar and spice three roses I have tattooed one for grace, one for lightness, and one for Pluto for the loves we’ve had to leave  and told ourselves  it's time to go how we’ve let down our universe for saying that it’s not enough for giving people a hard time so they  could grow strong because it’s tough love you have to watch things closely with  spider eyes,  as blood outpours ink  you have to sit and watch patiently when you haven't had a moment to speak lastly, you're all you have so you must save yourself for every lost soul,  I’m proud of you a nd I w...

Once I went to a beach that was covered with  lady bugs they were all over the place and  on top of the rocks you had to watch where you stepped  so one wouldn’t get squashed it was like a sky full of stars but instead, a plethora of ladybugs on the surface of sand Where did all those ladybugs come from? I still don't understand pasted on my wall are monarch butterflies in a swarm  I keep them there to remind me that in life,  we transform we fly and flutter, but we are very fragile our death can be as quick as hitting a pane glass window we can bring about happiness or cause somebody fear we can be caught and stuck in a jar for an entire year we can be kept as a pet or roam freely through nature a cute little bug with spots, such a lovely creature ladybug or lady bird,  will you tell me if I’m in luck without having to say a word? - Leah Rae

for every hole in the wall,  I attach a love note to conceal it for every piece of broken glass,  I arrange in a crystal chandelier to look elegant for every accusation,  I stand up for the truth there’s so many places to go,  but suddenly my body cannot move for every shattered record,  I place the shards into a sculpture for every cigarette,  I celebrate a birthday as if it were a candle for every name,  I respond with silence the only person you can trust is your own self-reliance for every waste of time, I make a memory for every hurt person I meet, I let them know that everything is temporary that they can find a home  from within themselves and they could paint the walls   of their minds  while  they're learning to be on their own I remind them  that they can dance in the public eye and they can reminisce on the good and bad times that their chaos is something beautiful it just takes a soul  that you can see through ...

what an odd day for a fish I’m being pulled by the hook that's been caught in my lip dragged down by the propellers on your ship and  you’re taking me with  as you grabbed your pole tightly with a forceful grip you pull me out of the water  and looked at me with piercing eyes the water became rough  and uproar the tides now I can taste the blood  as I’m set back into the ocean sensitivity aches my emotion, the saltwater stings me  like  I’ve given up on my devotion water is trapped inside of my lungs and I won't  see until the sun comes back up the far side of the ocean will be as dark as the deep I'm hesitant of exploring the beyond and to leave my reef Would you grab my red  line if I casted it out to shore? If I told you how I felt, would  you stay and wait for more? you’re the fisherman waiting  for a pull at your string your adrenaline rushes  as you hear the bell ring a beautiful animal I once was,  but you were hung...

as a murder  of  crows surround the deceased bells ring at a matrimony and white doves are released three dead crows dispersed  by the bushes that line the street under the trees, where the grass  meets the sidewalk’s concrete Was I being led to hope  by their figurine? How did this happen  and what does it mean? I was guided by my dog  to walk around the corner so I straightened up and kept watch behind my shoulder I picked up a dandelion next to a  tall and overgrown clover I'd blown the wisps away  and wished  for this to be over the death of a black bird  symbolizes new opportunites and change appreciate yourself and  the life that you have made it’s precious and beautiful,  don’t allow anybody not even your brain,  let it be taken away - Leah Rae

How come only the good die young? we’re intimidated by those who speak with a sharp tongue as if they’re more intelligent and better at living really, it doesn’t take a certain person to be willing Marilyn Monroe in her years as a starlet the aspiring blonde shined brightly through her darkness an accomplice to narcotics and her profile on screen the public failed her because they treated her so mean the rise to fame led her into the fall of depression we couldn’t see through her mystery, so there awaited her confession Could it be that her story was tragic? under the fashion and the mania,  was a fragile little girl hair shiny and platinum with its ends in a curl some want everything, some don’t want anything, but to hear one sing is truly something amazing - Leah Rae