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Of Structure and Grace Formed by Jessica Ni Leacai
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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Only Common In Expiration by Jessica Ni Leacai
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
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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The Day the Wolves Came by Jessica Ni Leacai
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
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Windows In Daylight Disruption by Jessica Ni Leacai
Inertia exclaimed in dizzying depths, Of carpenters coursing hammers heavily. Windows wide for breezes blowing, Sit anxiously attendants unnervingly unkept. Opals opened more perplexedly posed, As caffeine craved alights anatomy. This poem can be read on poetry.com- http://poetry.com/poems/336012
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Blind Are Their Books by Jessica Ni Leacai
What would one care of said dormant despairs, With notions nailed furiously in frozen stares. Heads held suspending self serving wares, Ornaments of ornate ideas implement scares. Nonchalant nerves trip thoughts ensnared, Forming a fleshed falant of eyeing impaired. Minds … 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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Rambling in These Streets by Jessica Ni Leacai
How I wish your rambling roguery would lead you lovingly to your destination, That your youth was spent not so solo, as this one man parade of partying pleasure. How oft do I shelter your shadow a greeting of rain … Continue reading
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