Making Room
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Cotton temperament,
Emerging gingerly
Through shifting times,
Caring about very little;
Only making room for
What delivers quality.
There isn't any more space
For smoke to steal
When the days shine
In every little thing.
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Andi Leigh 04/28/2024
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We Choose to Share
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Maybe we share too much
And maybe some really want
To know
While others prefer secrecy
Over the spotlight
Straining their eyes—the blue
Light, damaging us every time
We choose to share or
Peek at what others have
To offer. May we realize
We must protect ourselves
Even with a disconnect.
We might be kinder
To ourselves that way.
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Andi Leigh 04/27/2024
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Dermatillomania
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An itch I shouldn't scratch.
Skin bleeding—I don't care,
I fade into the pain—elated trance,
Before realizing the torment.
It's too late.
The damage is done,
Might as well keep scratching,
Despite the blood and
Broken skin.
I try to stop, clipping my nails
Short, but I'll still find a way.
I beg myself to stop.
Maybe one day.
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Andi Leigh 04/26/2024
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Only Thursday
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In a cold room—
Dehumidifier whirring,
In another,
Silence stirring outside
Of a mind working
To sweep out fog.
Wake up—wake up, please.
It's only Thursday but
My head is still spinning
Through
Three Mondays ago.
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Andi Leigh 04/25/2024
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Hello! Here's a little bit of an update:
I'm getting into writing prose poetry more so I'll be publishing my prose poems on my Vocal page. I hope you'll take the time to read my ramblings!
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Melted
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Death of the fool,
Birth of the greedy—
Drowning,
Sorrow.
Warm in the bath,
Dry off the sweat—
Agony,
Pleading.
Change hardly shows,
Life does a flash—
Over,
Waiting.
No more to give,
Drawing of straws—
Melted,
Deceiving.
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Andi Leigh 04/24/2024
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I Will Rot
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I wish I were a peach
But then
I'd rot away. Imagine—
A young blossom hopeful,
Beautiful, gulping the sun.
Sailing in the breeze as
Branches grow fruitful.
Unripened and truthfully
Soft to hardships.
Bracing storms and smoky
Heat. Droughts have not stopped
Me from fulfillment.
I am pastel.
I am mature—no longer a blossom.
I fall from the tree—branches
Cross above me, a web in my eyes,
A view to show me that I'll
Never reach the glittering sky on the
Other side of the stretching limbs
Enclosing me.
I am in the grass and dirt,
With rocks as friends and ants
I must shoo away.
I will rot.
I will be okay.
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Andi Leigh 04/23/2024
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Strung Bizarre
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A web in nettle gives a ring.
A home where moths
Mistakingly cling.
Though dear spider lurks
Not so far—dewdrops
And blood are strung bizarre.
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Andi Leigh 04/22/2024
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Odd World
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We are in an odd world.
I itch to smile at its colors
But some days they are blurred;
Mixing together, smearing mud
Across a body we experience
Then escape once—
Not more, only once,
But for now the assortment of shades
And hues are beyond our control
While we stay.
Perhaps it's how it's meant to be—
A striking display,
Appealing one day
But grotesque after steps are taken.
Maybe it's okay to walk backward
To recall the familiarity—holding off
What is unknown and unseen.
But the odd world won't wait forever
So at some point we must walk.
Even if mud stains our clothes.
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Andi Leigh 04/21/2024
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The Softness It Wears
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On an island of mulch in
A concrete sea,
A tree waves
In the wind—gentle,
Like linen
Drying on a line, it is dressed
In white petals;
Branches peeking
Through the softness
It wears.
Surrounded by what is
Man-made
And empty, the tree does not
Know emptiness—
Even when its
Limbs are draped
in snow
Rather than
The pillowy flowers
It may love more.
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Andi Leigh 04/20/2024
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Layers
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A teeming heart—thumping
faster than an upbeat song.
A practice
To keep my spirits high,
An antidote to keep
The ice from shaking me.
I'm covered in layers,
Not wanting to be seen,
But I want to beam
And be evoked.
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Andi Leigh 04/19/2024
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The Cough Bellows
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A drip in the dark,
No peace of mind when
A cough tickles you
To deadly wakefulness.
If only the rain that
Drips—trickling in the
Gutter and off the roof side—
Could write letters for
Illness to read, responding
With its own drastic echo—
Maybe it could rid
The cough from lungs that
Need a break—that need
Mending, but the rain cannot
Write and the cough
Bellows deeper in the dark
Against the quiet drip
From the misty outside.
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Andi Leigh 04/18/2024
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Subtle Gems
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Illusion speaks and my ears
Beg not to listen—they would
Rather sink underwater, somewhat
Safe from candied promises, my head
In a bubble—though I can't help but
Eavesdrop on the whispers that entice,
Even though I know they are only
Bugs—maggots—that wish to
Gnaw on hopeful, discontented skin,
And I've been through this over
And over—I'm tired of the teeth,
The false path lined with sweets,
And that little ol' something better
That never seems worth the trouble
When my ears fall for the trickery.
So I'll keep my little bubble and plug
My ears from the fluff—being simply
Content with mindfulness and subtle
Gems that already gift enrichment.
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Andi Leigh 04/17/2024
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No Answers
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I will drop into the heavens,
Get lost in the falling sky
With clouds that hold no
Answers—yet they tell me
To keep searching, but I
Won't find my truth or needs
In the stars—far too dead
With no concern for my
Silly worries that hold as
Little as the clouds do.
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Andi Leigh 04/16/2024
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