Saturday July 6, 2024 This morning we Agreed on something I once Asked God to give me. My smile was warm and Your eyes said I could welcome You for forever.
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Haiku no. 9
Pink clouds at sunset Your heart wrapped up in thin string The red string of fate.
Haiku no. 8
It was a nice time. His family is so sweet. Thanks Pittsburgh, again.
Haiku no. 6 & 7
I’m not trying to Keep your time hostage or be A sad little girl. But I want you here. Is that too much to ask you— To hold onto you?
A Tip for the Anxious Mind
Whatever frequency “anxiety” is on, it repels mosquitoes.
Haiku no. 5
Dancing on the edge Do I keep him happiest? I pray; I wonder.
Haiku no. 4
Why are you so sad? Does the iron city cry? So, shut the fuck up.
Haiku in Kennywood
Humid with a chance of Anxiety
There’s a hole in the seams A loose thread on the garment There’s a lack of dreams Bruised head not in torment There’s sweat dripping down My fingers My heart racing My body shakes. My writing cuts off every time I put my phone away
Lost Dreams
It never seems That I remember Lost dreams Nor grind enough weed To satisfy my need To surrender Searching for what it means A contender To life’s insatiable greed A giant pretender Gratitude is the attitude To find the originator Or am I too lost to Find clarity It’s self-preservation In this nation We’re debatingContinue reading “Lost Dreams”
Leanna 