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Birds Breaking My Iced Cages by Jessica Ni Leacai
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
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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As A Child I Prayed For Death To Release, Now No More By Jessica Ni Leacai
What a kind creature, you comforting came, When nighttime soured the evening flowers, And I lingered lonely there for you the same. How helplessly, hanging on has haggard worth, For thoughts imprisoned all these visions, And your dust disintegrating in damned dirt. Would not … Continue reading
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In Stance, I am Singular by Jessica Ni Leacai
My voice, should it be a delicate vase, of clear crystal, no sharp edges curved, a ting chiming in man’s ears? My thoughts, should they be non-theoretical, of popular publishings, no substance there printed, a simple sheet for man’s mind? … Continue reading
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At Times You Are Sought In by Jessica Ni Leacai
Would you come to me, a feline, a cordial cat to crawl with me the night’s alleyways? Or perhaps pleasantly perch, an avis, a soulful songbird to serenade me safely homewards? Your absence adorns me, a decendent, the sister of my sorrows that severs my stitchings. … Continue reading
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A Famine of Floral Decadence by Jessica Ni Leacai
I want no more of this grave, this death, all that is embodied within this lingering leftover feeling. It steals in the sun and rots the warmest roots, what dare it to bare fruits and flowers in it’s turbulent soil. For I … Continue reading
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A Beat That Subjects Me to Want by Jessica Ni Leacai
In dreams, realisation, A frame figured in front of me. I questioned what living, This was, this disasterous dwelling done. And it made all the matter to me, to think of all the missing notes in my melody. This melancholy, … Continue reading
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This Kettle Boileth Over by Jessica Ni Leacai
My emotions, a harness, only they, tie me down, not you, You would not wear them, for fear of honesty observed You hide behind your guise, a cloak, society holds you to, not me, I am not a sound rebutal, … Continue reading
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No Want For This Rubbished Soul by Jessica Ni Leacai
Am I not meant to tire of these mundane motions, these wasteful wants and desires of deeds I should abolish, Or do I appear as some carved creature in rock so solid, that you would not find it needful to … Continue reading
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