• Leslie commented on the post, signs 7 years ago

    There were a million of them when I looked into your eyes… all the signs… and the truths I couldn’t ignore when you were there and I was there and I couldn’t stop looking. So, I ran away. I ran far away, […]

  • Leslie commented on the post, flip 7 years, 6 months ago

    It does it every time you come near; your face 50 feet, two feet, straight in front of me. It does it every time you breathe; once in, twice in, thrice in my room. It does it every time you speak; the words on […]

  • Leslie commented on the post, ratings 7 years, 6 months ago

    it was the third time he speculated that evening on the difference between letting go and giving it over to God… he still couldn’t figure out which would relieve him of the weight of this world on his shoulders, […]

  • Leslie commented on the post, festival 7 years, 8 months ago

    It’s glittering at first… and we sway to the background temp enthused like children in the satisfaction of an arrival to a party… then we sweep in, find the close up, and the grotesque underworld we perceived […]

  • Leslie commented on the post, playground 8 years ago

    An architect of sorts, you surround my heap of wood determined to flame it up into something grand… you admire the way my eyes melt down your every move and begin to conjure up memories past; you’re back home, young… you’re building tents with your sister in your room from hand stitched quilts and heavy […]

  • Leslie commented on the post, shootout 8 years ago

    Like a scent vision clogging my nostrils, the lingering puffs of smoke shot up through my system… I could taste the heaviness of tonights situation, I could feel the coiling and running and finding of death. Five seconds ago the shootout found me ready, and though the fear stung, my adrenaline poured with an unmatched […]

  • Leslie commented on the post, insect 8 years, 1 month ago

    You dissect the lining of my thoughts with superior fucked up ness… you decompose my justifications and you powder down my dispositions with a soft shrug and a hard hand crammed on piano keys for day, just trying to teach me something… or trying to impart a… simple song, I lost the lyrics to weeks […]

  • Leslie commented on the post, salt 8 years, 1 month ago

    I peeled off the scab and stepped gently into the ocean… I felt the salt water gently wade over the open wound. It felt nice; the fragility of my being exposed under the thin pressure of a small wave. I let its chill run through my soul, I let it pour in again and again… […]

  • Leslie commented on the post, punishment 8 years, 2 months ago

    He would place large books beneath his thin jeans… praying father didn’t see the thick lining, the obvious squares of safety from the stinging whip awaiting fall. His punishment was meant to be a physical pain, but drew its breath farther in… grabbed more than his precious, young hide. It banished his emotional self; his […]

  • Leslie commented on the post, elastic 8 years, 2 months ago

    A band… pulling at my heartstrings. Do you even want me, still. There is this light, miles away from my vision… there is a question, yanking, holding tight and quivers to the promise I once thought was made mutually between us. If you don’t want to know me anymore, then what is the wait on […]

  • Leslie commented on the post, lightning 8 years, 2 months ago

    I saw it strike, like a heated feeling, fake and light… whole and changing, coming in and flowing out, evanescent, quickly, unloving, unworthy… this sparkle, this beam, this unlikely participant, shaking in.

  • Leslie commented on the post, ill 8 years, 2 months ago

    She never let on, you never would have known she was sick… she always progressed the day with a smile, always laughed. Maybe she was just good at hiding things… or her love for others sheltered them from the knowledge of her terminal illness. She is strength, she rises still with that smile, that laughter.

  • Leslie commented on the post, skeleton 8 years, 2 months ago

    I thought about the phantasmagoric approach you took to life… you were strong to the touch, like a tigers endoskeleton… I felt the hair on your arms rise, just as I noticed the look in your eyes telling me that it’s okay to be alive, it’s okay to be in love.