Leslie Neiwert

Rookie (12/29/1990 / Sacramento, CA)

Leslie Neiwert Poems

1. Hard Course Life 4/17/2009
2. There Is No Simple Number, But One 4/17/2009
3. When A Pin Dropp Falls, Can You Hear It Shatter? 4/17/2009
4. An Ocean Of Sea 4/17/2009
5. A Flower’s Rejoice 4/21/2009
6. A Lakeside Meal 4/21/2009
7. Fever 4/21/2009
8. Flying Among The Beaches 4/21/2009
9. A Game Of Chess 4/21/2009
10. A Metallic Melody 4/21/2009
11. Ending Of All Tears 4/21/2009
12. The Home Of An Innocent 4/21/2009
13. What Will Tomorrow Bring? 4/21/2009
14. Family Sisters 4/21/2009
15. The Beginning 4/21/2009
16. Spice Of Orange 4/21/2009
17. Where Are You As I Am Gone? 8/24/2009
18. Bells That Ring 8/24/2009
19. Music Melody 10/6/2009
20. I'M Not Sure...Right Now 1/7/2010
21. Forgotten, Broken Steps 10/11/2010
22. Traces Of My Life 4/21/2009
23. Mark's True Meaning 4/17/2009
24. I Miss You A Lot Today... 10/6/2009
25. Pond Tales 4/15/2009
26. Fears 4/15/2009
27. A Day To Remember 4/15/2009
28. Words Of The Wind 4/21/2009
29. Cold 4/15/2009
30. When I Leave, Don'T Cry 4/15/2009

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When I Leave, Don'T Cry

When we fall from where we belong, does anyone know we’ve left? Some may cry when we pass by, but others seem to hate our very breath. If you thought about any fights you just had, can you tell what could happen next? They could leave as you now fall, dying in your sad romance. Shower your soul on us, my friend, for we may disappear. Kiss our hearts no more goodbye, dry away those tears. When you know we’ve left this place, please be happy for us. We will always cherish you, my friend, for it is you we trust.

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It comes in many shades, the darkness of night; hiding all of the creatures out of its own spite. Hisses of the snakes, roars of the hog, each has a place in this darkened bog. Fear is only in your mind as you walk out through our time. Fear is only too much to hold, when it dances on the oars of a boat.
It silences all with its mighty breath; the colors we wear show it in our theft. Black as night and darkened sky, trees that howl and the wind says goodbye. Fear is of the essence they all us

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