I'm 22yrs old and started writing poetry when I was in JHS.. I don't have that much experience, I just write what comes to my head.
I've taken an Intro to Poetry class to help get rid of my writers block... Now I have several unfinished pieces that I've been working on for a while (some for over a year) that I hope to get done soon and newer pieces that I've been working on as ... more »
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Leah Michele Poems
A skull. Fleshless, cracked And empty.
Stuck In My Head
Can't say what I think; Can't write what I want I think the thoughts I think were meant to stay inside. Because when I try to say them I sit there with my mouth open wide
It's dark. There is nothing here but an old, dusty mirror. I gaze into it, But I don't see myself,
My Shadow Demons
The shadows are following me. Every corner I turn, They are lingering behind. I can't escape them.
Passing the Time
Time passes And things change I just can't keep up Even when I try to write
Don't You Know Who I Think I Am? ... 'Ca...
There's nothing original about me Except the way I managed to merge everyone and everything I see together Molding it all like Play-Doh To create me
I wish they'd stop observing me Noticing my oddities And seeing the cuteness in them
I love my friends... Well the ones that last, The ones fade are just a thing of my past. Whether they be friends from the past or the present, they all made me who I am today. Though there are some I wish had stayed,
I watch the street crumble; Concrete cracking all around. Craters so big...
This paper and pen aren't working for ventilation anymore. There's too much going on in my head To write out in a way that makes sense. Lately it's been building up more
Don't Let This Be a Dream
How did we get here? Don't get me wrong, I like where we are...
The look in your eyes says you want me as much as I want you But I'm not sure if it's just lust; the fact that it's been so long for me Or is this what I really want to do
1: 00 am As I get ready to go to bed, I see snow fall from a sky coloured red. Fresh snow on the ground, trees and rooftops untouched. I open the window. I can smell the cold and hear the wind as it blows the silver snow in the air.
The Candy Bar
Pick your poison One is sweeter than the other, But does that make the affect any different
Comments about Leah Michele
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Its vacant eyes
Into the future...
A future that never came.
It, just there
Unable to think
About what could have been
Or to reminisce and remember
Just sitting there.
Once filled with a brain
Full of ideas and memories,
Left to sit there on the table
As if it were a paperweight,
Or a centerpiece.