Other Times… Yes

11 May 2012 Leave a Comment

by JBLeonard in Uncategorized Tags: , ,

It was on a chilly September morning,

when I bumped into her breast.
How could I know that at that exact moment,
she dropped her pen too?
An awkward silence,
a rash apology,
but she seemed more pleasant than angered.
Was it a accident or planned?
After class she disappeared into the bathroom,
maybe she was embarrassed or angered?
The day passed by quickly,
more so than usual.
Just as I was packing,
I felt something pressing softly into my back.
A breathy whisper into my ear,
she smelled of passion fruit.
Face red, I turned to see who,
her breast rubbing against my chest.
She smiled, her cheeks red,
so sweet and innocent.
Drawing close against me,
gentler and gentler.
As she started to rub my thigh,
I had to tell the truth.
Just as she was about to kiss,
I told her I was gay. 

Land of South Carolina (Parody of Jay-Z’s Empire State of Mind

11 May 2012 Leave a Comment

by JBLeonard in Uncategorized Tags: , , ,

(Verse 1)

Yeah, I’m out that Conway, now I’m in Columbia
Right next to Haley, but I’ll be red forever
I’m the new whitie, and… since I was borned here
I can move it anywhere, yeah, they see me everywhere
I used to live in Garden, all of my best friends
Right there up in Myrtle, pull me back to that Little Ceasers
Took it to my fridge, 185 Offshore
Catch me in the K-mart like a redneck with them buckshots
Cruisin’ down the Boulevard, bright orange charger
Drivin’ so slow, but BK is good food
Me, I’m out of the bed, home of that boy Joe Frasier 
Now I live on a two story and I brought my kin with me
Say what up to Danny, still sipping Jack Daniel
Sittin’ stand side, Panthers & Pelicians give me high five
Whitie I be talked out, I could pay a referee
Tell by my personal view that I’m from…
 
(Chorus)
South Carolina, Sweet tea and Bar-B-Q
It’s a wonderful day
In South Carolina.
These towns make you feel at home
Mountains inspire you
Let’s hear it for Charles Town.
South Carolina.
 
(Verse 2)
Catch me at the race with Comfort at Darlington
Shit, I made the Jr. hat more famous than he can
You should know I bleed white, but I ain’t no Klansman
But I got a gang of whities walkin’ with a cliche though
Welcome to the South, corners where we showin pride
Confederate flag fly, home of the soul
Redneck, white trash, blue collar, holla back
For northerners it ain’t for, they act like they forgot how to act
8 million bottles, out there in the ABC
City is a pity, half of y’all won’t afford it
Me, I got a record player, James Brown wooing
If Jesus paying Columbia, I’m paying taxes
Two dice craps, 21 blackjack, oh wait can’t
Christmas Day parade, rest in peace Storm Thurman
Fort Sumter, long live the South
Long live the Carolinas, I’m from the Palmetto State thats…
 
(Chorus)
 
(Verse 3)
The darkness blinding, girls need loving
So they can be out happy, the stands is
Lined with kin, who drink to life happily
Then gradually become drunken, don’t drink the moonshine
Caught in the high class, now you’re in style
End of summer gets hot, on the beach, with your Bud out
City of Colors, it’s a party over here
Southern girls so good, the state’s filled with them
Jessica took a bus trip, now she got welfare
Everybody like her, just like the government
Hail Mary to the city, praise Virgin Mary
And Jesus can save you, life starts when the church opens
Racers, rockers, addicted to the speed
Whiskey got you feeling good
The country side sleeps, but always have a gun with you in…
 
(Chorus)
 
(Bridge)
One hand in the air for the state fair
Southern pride, country side, big cities
No place in world that could compare
Put your lighters in the air
Everybody say “Freebird, Freebird, Freebird”
 
(Chorus)

day 7

08 Mar 2012 Leave a Comment

by JBLeonard in Zombie Blog

only one week left of supplies, and i’ll be out! when i get sometime to myself, i’ll go hunting. living off roadkill is not enough. i haven’t touched most of fear of contracting rabies. deer have been plentiful, most are missing their head. fucked up. the music is growing lower, so they are moving. i just need to get their attention without being found out. i will find them!

just threw up in my mouth, zombie’s eye full of maggots.

day 6

08 Mar 2012 Leave a Comment

by JBLeonard in Zombie Blog

still no luck, at least in find them. it’s been almost a week now, and i’m already half through rations. i haven’t been able to ration any houses or apartments, the zombies have been following me. i don’t know why, but i think i may be their leader. i’ll have to sneak around them to find more food and supplies. it doesn’t feel right to not shower being covered in blood and grim. the smell alone is horrid, how can hobos live like this?

i must go the zombies have found me again and are following. to be leader of zombies, it just seems…stupid.

day 5

08 Mar 2012 Leave a Comment

by JBLeonard in Zombie Blog

i’ve yet to make contact with the survivor. it seems every night, he changes locations. smart. i have not had any sleep since my last entry, the zombies are in a frenzy or find some roadkill. disgusting, yes, but i was able to take a deer’s leg and cook it that night on a grill in a now defunct wendy’s. it was not the best but it did well. i may have to live off any roadkill i find. it fills up better than junk food. it’s good that zombies can’t learn or at least i hope. tonight, i will find them!

day 3

08 Mar 2012 Leave a Comment

by JBLeonard in Zombie Blog

it is hard to sleep in trash can, especially for 6 hours. 3 days have passed since i joined the zombies but how long will i last? i keep asking myself that question every night. i also miss showering. i smell horrific, almost like a zombie. i found a potential survivor, or at least their last location. i’ve heard music my night in the trash can, it filled me with hope! now i only hope they didn’t hear it either. i may have a link to survival.

i found him!

(Untitled)

08 Mar 2012 Leave a Comment

by JBLeonard in Poetry

The sea dies in my arms,

like a lost son returned.

Bittersweet taste of courage,

and the smell of pitty.

Bleached bones of summer’s rest,

an abandoned paradise.

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