Leah Ayliffe

Gold Star - 6,297 Points (June 8,1991 / Toronto)

Obsessions: The Open Road - Poem by Leah Ayliffe

Violets on my mind
coffee black as night
He speaks Spanish to me
In vision of a Latin American dream.
Soy su bonita muñeca,
and we're going to devour everything
this world has to offer.
Drive fast, sun in the sky
try to hold off from a cigarette,
since I'm too young to die
but it is such a gorgeous idea
being bad on the side.
I dream past the mountains
within the lakes
fly with the oceans glimmering waves
across the deserts and hidden caves.
Dare test the jungles that weave stories like my mind
enchanting and dangerous at the same time.
Freedom drinking electric lemonade on the beach
wings to take us higher than my deepest dreams
and it's everywhere, everywhere.
Hold close the books and the music that absorb the mystic scent of a travelling feign.
Recite the words that leave the tongue satisfied by the memory of others who have innately needed more.
I'll always want more,
as the ocean keeps coming back to kiss the shore.
I've said that before.
Natural light, sight found in fire and glowworms
and fire flies in flight
in the middle of no where, dancing barefoot on the ground
a lost mans delight.
This time I may not even need booze, or the paradise of drugs,
if he'll dance by my side until the morning comes.
I sing it all the time, I want to live on the run
In love like art, indulging in laughter and fun.
This motion of moving like it's all I can do
All that sustains me when I'm drowning in truth.
I know sorrow is beautiful, and happiness can be real
I want to fly through time racing fantasies that unwind.
I see in kind strangers what could be if I could.. if I could just leave.
I think there's some sadistic irony in me
I have yet to sort out.
Maybe leave it all behind, sexy thrills like Bonnie and Clyde.
And never stop.
Never stop searching for that place.
A nowhere girl I'd rather like to stay.
So nowhere I will be,
Nowhere where anyone will be able to pin point and identify me.
Not even myself, rest assured. That would be insanity.

'I'm leaving, are you coming with me? '

Topic(s) of this poem: art, dream, freedom, identity, love, travel

Comments about Obsessions: The Open Road by Leah Ayliffe

  • Ernest Makuakua (1/27/2016 9:29:00 AM)


    Never stop searching for that place.
    A nowhere girl I'd rather like to stay.
    So nowhere I will be,

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 12, 2016

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