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Sprouting by Jessica Ni Leacai

Posted on August 7, 2012 by jessienileacai

I let the lilies lie in their lilted lullabies, of corners that cobwebs craved their cries, When flowers fell in gardens not groomed, and all creatures crawling craved rays of the moon. While humans hindered lights that lit night’s street, … Continue reading →

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When Windows Pull Me Forward by Jessica Ni Leacai

Posted on August 6, 2012 by jessienileacai

When, in hours I held my harms from action, the winds of windows pulled me forward, And asked my leaping loneliness to plunge the night’s air affirmingly. Refusing, I reeled and remorsed these retractions, with hollowed heaving in gasping grief, … Continue reading →

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Wasteful Encounters Spent by Jessica Ni Leacai

Posted on August 6, 2012 by jessienileacai

If I etched these eliminates in so much that they would abscond with your amnesties, I would never more need numbing reminders to fill the frequents of my misering in musings. You not necessary ever in overplayed overtones, A melody … Continue reading →

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In March, In Step, All Trampled in Fury

Posted on July 27, 2012 by jessienileacai

People, they steeped, stepping, they thought necessarily nerved, and I, not knowing kindly why. I could not keep my questions, my quizzical nature of needing, knowledge of why things were. How they hurried here this time, in such comical canters chosen, … Continue reading →

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Of Structure and Grace Formed by Jessica Ni Leacai

Posted on July 27, 2012 by jessienileacai

I would wish myself a wall, a fortress of forgotten time, of stone surfaces in buildings built. No towers there trapping me, nor my heart so horridly bound, And I not melted in marbled moments. No faked fallacy, No whispered … Continue reading →

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A Virtue Lost and Lonely by Jessica Ni Leacai

Posted on July 19, 2012 by jessienileacai

How patience pricks my fingers of valued virtue, When calmness would not keep my callousness, Like the urgency of time ticking on my clock chiming, And you said cats could not companion me here. So hours slide, slippery through these … Continue reading →

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Only Common In Expiration by Jessica Ni Leacai

Posted on July 19, 2012 by jessienileacai

Anger, anxious , I boil to lengths fueled. Insistence, igniting my flames uncouth. No sense No structure Hath minds meticulate of nothing known, expired? Do they transmit void valiancy of non variants? In uncertain signals In uncertain urgencies Versified meters, … Continue reading →

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Birds Breaking My Iced Cages by Jessica Ni Leacai

Posted on July 13, 2012 by jessienileacai

From glass cages, they freed the fathomed birds and their demours dimmed the brightest skies and ice, irked over these grounds of grieving. As I seen them soar over my shadowed sittings, I wished their travels would welcome warmer weathers, … Continue reading →

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To Ashes Left Of Want by Jessica Ni Leacai

Posted on July 12, 2012 by jessienileacai

If the souring of my soul was not forced by putrid airs, I would greet the grimmest days with generosity. But I am held here in this dormancy, and I would not warm the coldest creatures. For my heart’s hearth … Continue reading →

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The Day the Wolves Came by Jessica Ni Leacai

Posted on July 12, 2012 by jessienileacai

I on this hill of hatred, harming myself for missions unfulfilled, These culling chastisements, I cast on my burdened back, and my words wasted,no worth nor use to you. Expelled from ears, unwilling for my merciless devices, I am but wasted … Continue reading →