LRAE Poetry

I can remember  my  dreams almost  every  morning these short films my brain is forming sometimes I see  these events  happen  in reality,  I wonder if  I’ve gained  a type of  psychic ability  sleepwalking  into a daydream, my eyes go fuzzy  as  I’m  rowing down the stream I'm walking into walls and tripping on air at some point,  I must wake up and come back  down  from  there - Leah Rae

I wish I could  fly to the moon to stand on top  of it  like  I’m floating in  an air balloon I wonder  if  there's  somebody  holding up the  sun  with their left hand  and the moon  with their right balancing the two together floating by wings, taking flight there must be a kind of divine  being  watching over the planets disappointed that we're  destroying  t he place with plastic packets Who will take over when  it all comes to an end? Who will protect the universe when our energy transcends? maybe another kind  like  them,  or even one of us, but it must be a dependable soul, one that  they  can really trust - Leah Rae

forgiveness is  a pleasure although, not  everyone stands  up to what  it measures in order  to forgive,  you have to consider the person’s past life's short and it  goes by very fast to hold onto  hatred forever,  if you get it  off your chest, I promise you'll  feel a lot better you can’t take  back  what happened then and mistakes  cannot  be undone, it's often a  craving  for  unconditional love or a calling for  someone to care I know that making the right  choice doesn't seem so fair because people  change in ways  you never  thought  you knew,  we all do,  but I truly believe  that if it was you, you'd want to  be forgiven too - Leah Rae

Have you ever laid on  s omeone’s  chest and heard their heartbeat? It’s godspeed. you could fall asleep  to the tempo it makes for each breath  that the person takes when there’s aches  under my skin, all I’d have to do  is closely listen I could imagine a  place with no agony, no hostility or such  a  thing as badly bruising even if you’d hit your  knees to the ground,  there’d be  no contusion there’d be no swelling  or black and blueness the sound is the best kind of medicine, a way of healing, it helps to make life’s  problems easier to deal with - Leah Rae

some days, I'll get angry faster   than a pin dropping to the floor as if a knife peeled away  the layer over my heart  and the pain made me yell,  “I can’t take this anymore!” thinking about it  makes my blood boil, like the molecules in the water  have been mixed with hot oil it makes my vocal chords swell  up with word vomit and I spit out all the wrong  things I don’t want to admit some days, I can get sad  as quickly  as a dog yelps  if you  step on its tail like how a train shrieks  if  it goes abruptly off the rail how badly I yearn to tell my  soul  that this is not who you really are you've just been dealt  some unlucky cards after the blackout, I can  hear everything echo back my thoughts peril as I'm opening the tabs how desperately I wish  I  could stop myself, but the feelings won't hesitate  to  openly express themselves how badly I want to say,  the...

trying to tie  a knot  on  the  cherry  stem that was  used to garnish  a  shirley   temple   cocktail  blend conversing with  strangers  in  diners  about the tart taste of  grenadine  that I’ve acquired  I’d flip through  a  newspaper  just to read  the comic and choose a song  on the jukebox like some  classic oldies hit staying for a while  longer to enjoy a melted  vanilla malt even order fries  on the side and  ask for a generous  dash of salt swinging my legs  around on the  barstool  chairs checkered  tiled floors,  alternating black  and white squares enjoying the  informal atmosphere  until  I eventually go on my way  and  disappear - Leah Rae

my heart  burns  for you like candlelight it crackles  and it’s warm like the sun when it comes out to shine and when I look  into your eyes, I see constellations  like  the ones that  come out  at night when I think about how you hold me tight, offering your arms,  I don’t  hesitate to take the invite souls like ours seem  destined to reunite almost like I remember  you from a past life  a moment in time  when I picked up  a crystal covered  chalice and cheered with you  in delight - Leah Rae

I’m waking up, the night has turned dawn and there’s no more  demons walking at midnight don’t worry, the clouds will  blow over soon, just hold on tight who knows the  truth of destiny,  basking in the grief of heartache,  the symbols in  your  dreams mean something   and give foresight for  when you’re awake have trust in the process,  you will meet your fate though maybe there’s  still  wolves gnawing  on your aorta  and ghosts haunting  your cranium, your skeleton is  made of steel with  organs the toughness  of titanium it's a healing  process overcoming the  barriers in our lives,  we’re all considerably  a work in progress  we will always be learning  from our mistakes  and striving for self conquest,  but the matter of the fact is, choking on pride will not make anything perfect - Leah Rae

we’re going  to see  the waterfalls today, hiking through  a plethora  of rocks on  the pathway the snow has  melted and  water is rushing into the drains overlooking  the views of  piled mountains  and  the  plains I'll hideaway across the creek sit down  for  a while and hear  myself think listening to  the nature  and feeling the  calmness  it brings flower petals  on my head pinecones falling  from pine trees - Leah Rae

I found  prosperity and a way  of  living infinitely   I don’t mean  anything  having to do with money,   I mean it about  the butterflies  I felt in the pit  of my tummy emerald is  a green  stone,  a shade darker  than  jade I let myself  explore for a  world that I’m  comfortable in,  so I’ve planted  myself and stayed I’m letting my  roots overgrow  even beneath  the pesky weeds, I grew a garden  in this home I've kept myself  tucked  away in a memory box  under my  bed before I let it all out by  scribbling in notebooks  a candle burning of cinnamon and sage,  for hours on end, I  could turn the page and write about anything while drinking  green tea,  this is wher e  I  always wish to be - Leah Rae

take me in like a  pint of ice cream the warmth from the sun  and the scent of sunscreen salty and sweet,  what a lovely treat days that feel  like the solstice  puts me in  a daydream the combination of the two  seems like our main theme days half full or half  empty by the glassful ben and jerry’s,  salty sweet,  salted  caramel  - Leah Rae

when I was young,  I’d look into a spoon  and saw the world turn  upside-down through my reflection I’d lay back on the sofa  and pretend like I was  walking on the ceiling  in a different dimension I wanted to feel  lost on a planet,  but my feet were glued  to the Earth like how  gravity pulls you  down like a magnet - Leah Rae

I will soar  with  my wingspan  hitting the wind  bringing me up  to the clouds that  when  airplanes fly by, they’ll think they’ve  seen an angel I will protect you with my switchblade  hidden in the  small  of my back  pacing carefully  to the enemy  because we’re all  subjects  in the food chain and  I  will not let you  be eaten alive I will kiss your  wounds  and stitch  together the torn apart  pieces of your past just to cradle your  in my arms because  I know you’ve  lacked the nurture you were thrown into  nature like the lone wolf I will collect the fireflies  outside in a mason jar pricked with  tiny  holes in  the top so  I can say that I’ve  gathered you the stars   I will stick in the  webs  of a dreamcatcher to take away  your nightmares and remind you  not to be afraid - Leah Rae...

one voice is  masculine and deep,  telling me to  keep my mouth shut the one who  battles him is a free spirited  feminine,  telling me  I must use  my voice  and stand up two of them sound like  innocent children needing to  fall asleep  because it’s past  their bedtime, but how could  they sleep when  their imagination  wraps storybooks  together in  perfect rhyme one of them is  a barking dog,  calling out from  the backyard  wondering if  there’s another  kind like him  on the other side he lays by the  fence all day long,  whimpering  from  his cage labeled “Clyde” there’s a  teenage girl,  confused about  who she is, she takes  advice from  an online  personality quiz  there’s an elder man,  wise and concise,  he’d tell you  to think fast,  but always  think twice there’s one who...