LRAE Poetry

I have these visions in my  head  that play like a broken vinyl these records have an anonymous  artist and a no named title melancholic and eerie, I hear  them scratching from the needle they sound as if they’d play in  the nearby abandoned steeple if I listened to the soundtrack backwards, I’d hear a heartbeat and if I listened to them in slow  motion, I’d hear a voice speak it’d say, “Foretell the future,  but don’t let them know.” maybe they were meant for a psychic,  a  medium, or another magician’s show perhaps I heard these voices  because  they thought I could enact on change   they wanted me to save the world,  so  they asked me to rise onto the stage Dear alchemist, why’d you  have to choose my soul? oftentimes I feel I’ve been  defeated, like I’ve lost control I've begun to think that this  is  my  second  chance to redeem my past  never question the alchemist,  for t...

hold down my  shoulders  before I float away, look at all of the castles   and mansions I've made there’s a cemetery  within every yard  and every golden gate has a gargoyle guard tall and strong with  a heart of kindness the riddle is, you can’t get in  if your mind is oblivious this is our safe place,  our “no place like home” this is where we've learned to play  in the dirt with the sticks and stones where we’ve learned from our mistakes and where we’ve grown these walls, this mind  is  all I’ve ever known for this my body,  this is my own - Leah Rae

my cozy,  my warmth if all fails, let's drive North you are exactly what I  need on these cold days you could be my true  love for the holidays polyester and  sheep’s wool, help me to keep  me  warm while  t he  breeze is cool perhaps, I want us to spend  more time in each other’s arms, my chest began to feel ice cold  from the silver that hangs from my charms my fingers began to  feel like icicles from the rings that I wear,  this one is from a promise that  we both share my nose will burn  and  turn red  when it's exposed  to the cold air hold my hands tightly as  if  you were amidst in prayer I wonder if this  will  survive  until Spring,  at my doorstep,  pretty  flowers  you bring this only happens in movies, its some kind of fantasy but you're  my  protector,  my hug hold  me  as tightly as you  would your coffee mug I...

I don't take life seriously, you'd call it comic relief if you lived through  my  eyes  for one day, you’d have a hard  time keeping  them open because I’m fatigued the things I’ve experienced, you may have never seen I don’t open up easily, so I use humor to tell  my   story there's this sense I have in me, like my life time is cut in half  and the only way I  can  get through  any  of this is by finding  a way to laugh these jokes I tend to make  helps  the  anguish   lighter to take on its behalf - Leah Rae

please help me swim,  don’t watch me sink pour water on my flames, don’t  drown me in any more gasoline I’m more than the sum of my parts,  more valuable than what you think there’s more to a woman  than being a sex machine we’re more than everything  you could ever turn out to be I’m as strong as a woman,  and although you didn’t ask,  I am wholeheartedly  proud to be a woman  like my mother, a beautiful  and authentic person as she - Leah Rae

two boxes of chocolate one for mom and one for me you think that you'll be forgiven because you spent a bit of money, but a box of chocolates  cannot heal the bruises giving into your cravings,  let  it entirely consume us our black and blueness, our caramel and cherry I could only wish you  were allergic to dairy you treated me like  a  candy bar,  as if  I'd  melt  in your mouth  before letting you choke and as if I had more  pieces in me, while you  temptingly wait  for me to be broke when I found a stuffed  animal for  a  baby boy  I held more joy than I  ever felt when we spoke try to swallow me whole and I'll  get  stuck  to the sides of your throat - Leah Rae

I felt the bullet as it lodged  its way  through to the back of my head when I looked in the  mirror, I saw no red it seemed almost as if an  angel  dodged the steel to save me A noble act of bravery, she’s  rather courageous isn’t she? I got up and out of bed, have  I been dreaming all of this up? Is it that I've made  my  skin is too tough?  While I'm still weak, are my  bones just not strong enough? I can’t seem to remember  what  happened  during my dreariness, when I decided to replace  my  emotions  with fearlessness When did everything right turn so wrong? Why am I alive on this realm  when I know that I don’t belong? Where are you  my  strange angel?   Is this  your way of  telling  me  about how you feel? to all those I’ve lost  throughout the years,  I’ve had to cut  away at you with a sharp pair of sheers, I wish you nothing but the best,...

lightly choking,  lovingly doted stitched lips make the harder  words come out softly spoken you've sewn up my  lips  by a stitch and treated me as I was  your porcelain doll, you've since backed away so  that  you  wouldn't  have to feel  burdensome when you leave me to break and alone I fall Isn't it easier to feel too  much   instead of being numb to it all? glossy coated,  sugar smoking I've heard that stitched  lips make the  tartness  of these tragedies taste candy coated I heard a voice say,  "The  operation is complete." I woke up in a daze, painfully  swollen,  and I couldn't breathe you've since stitched  up  my broken wings patched the wounds  in  my heartstrings and  called  the surgery a bloody success no  amount of  sedatives  will help me to forget,  there's nothing strong enough in  existence to  cut  through...

I used to think that redbuds  were just cherry blossom trees after all, they have baby pink  flowers  and other simil arities there's this one that grows on  the  corner of Gilmore and  Florida Avenue it's a beacon of beauty that stands as  tall as a grand statue settled between some potholes  and palms  blooms the redbud tree of cherry bombs there's a time of renewal  before  the blossoms come to drop, the spring will come again,  so will the ride at the bus stop - Leah Rae

to love your tattoos, you  have to appreciate the artist you’ll remember the moment just  like the ink with the same permanence  my tattoos make me happy to wake up and to see them on my skin’s surface there’s something about having them  that  gives me an extra boost of confidence tattoos are my favorite little  secrets and my lucky charms I hope to be covered someday  from my legs up to my arms it’s a way of showing your spirit  without having to say anything, they could tell stories on their own and  show reminders of your upbringing some people don’t like tattoos, but to  me, they're a masterpiece on the body people have this mindset that's like, "You  should never put stickers on a new Ferrari." if you feel like you’re missing some pieces from your life, I suggest you to get a tattoo they will live on forever, so get  something that represents you - Leah Rae

all I have are words, all  I can express is silence there is no worthy fight I  will  act upon in your compliance y ou hide your face out of shyness, but I  look  my demons straight into their eyes,   I tell them they have no control over me,  I don’t have any weapons to draw,  there are no warning signs I change colors like a chameleon,  my scales blend into the atmosphere you can feel my energy, but you’d  never know if I was truly there I can camouflage as if I was  red  tulle draped over a massacre I will grab ahold of you while you’re weak  at the knees on the edge of a banister as you walk away and pout, my instincts unleash I’ll grab your face and pinch you by your cheeks asking you, “Why must you be  in  denial of your whole truth?” your response was, “I’ve been this way my whole life ." and I've found it hard to accept that as a valid excuse the birds that sing and  chirp outside of  my  w...

to make the time pass by,  you would  draw these comicstrips of stick figures  you illustrated them next  the skateboard store stickers you wrote about how you wished  to be elsewhere in that moment, there’s many pages that sound  like quotes from a famous poet as you scribble in the lines of your  school  notebooks, I hope that you remember me you haven’t said a word today, and I know that  you’d like to, but instead you sat there stoically one page is printed, the other is in cursive the way one writes says a lot about a person if you take a  look,  I have  many  messy notebooks I draw lots of flowers and write even more nonsense I don’t leave out any empty  space for a table of contents there are some pages that I’ll show to you,  the   others  I keep hidden under my mattress they display my raw emotions,  those  notebooks I use as a writing canvas - Leah Rae

“Her aura radiates  sparkles.”  “What’s it like to be a fairy?” she’s like a character  you’d  imagine  from a book, her existence is extraordinary she’s destined for greatness and  holds space for others with patience she believes that there's  still a chance to compromise, but when she looks at herself,   she only  notices the darkne ss under her eyes she wants to love deeply  and unconditionally she sees the way of  living  everyday differently translucent skin with  an outspoken  voice, when she walks into a room,  s he  radiates an energy of rejoice she’s territorial about her story,  but  other’s would say she’s unforgettable,   it's been said that  her soul is  celestial,  she's loyal to those she loves  and always dependable her heart must be made up of cosmic stardust sometimes I wonder if  she’s an alien among us - Leah Rae

maybe if I grew taller,  I would  find  something to fill the gap in between when I’m in the shallow end, the  water  is already halfway up my knees maybe if I grew taller, I would be  able to look higher into the sky and all I’d have to do is open my  arms for the wind to help me rise maybe if I was taller, I wouldn’t  have to become stronger I would be seven feet tall and  I  wouldn’t question to be smaller I could just exist to give  my  friends the best hugs when you’re smaller, you’re only  closer  to the ground with the bugs - Leah Rae