Poems from Leoma
Lucy writes for herself because she is a selfish poet, but she sometimes stretches a bit and includes others, too. She is a senior in highschool in Chico, California, has won poetry contests in the local newspaper multiple times, and has had her poetry published in her school's poetry anthology multiple times. She hopes to use her poetry to inspire other selfish poets and keep herself sane.
I don't want a beanbag chair.
I don't want a cork board.
I don't want Rachel cutting my hair.
I don't want to hear you snore.
I'd rather...
Is it strange that I know
the soft crook of your neck?
I know we’ve barely
Breathed together.
Is it strange that there are three of you?...
I indulge in falsity
do I?
diversely falsely
wistfully.
I can’t do so others must
But
I’ve waited long enough
My femininity
falsity...
We can’t wake him.
No don’t wake Grandpa.
But see breakfast ready
He’ll come when he’s ready
If he’s ready
Breakfast is ready.
But don’t...
I came to life to dream
to beam, to seem
to have a purpose.
I came to life to reap
not sleep, not keep
my pride holding me back.
For my...