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Self – Refined

We live in an age where misspoken words are scarcely forgiven; since they have filed themselves permanently in our screenshot galleries. Forgiveness comes only after an appropriate degree of forgetfulness.

Reasonably must we re-word the opinions we share.

Once an angel without wings, forced my eyes open to my indiscretion. Vividly she painted a future in which my children stumble onto my casual disregard. More then lifelike, but a warning of the most likely reality.

Regret is a flower with roots laced in fear, showered in milk white sour petals appear. The sun will make rotten what once it made ripely and rain will feed lands it had once let perish.

A filter requires a dam to restrain the vapid.

Habits like thorns prick thumbs and to each leaves a law; do not say words not worth repeating, and do not type thoughts that are not worth speaking.

Rarely do intentions and actions align.

Who masters patience and virtuous diplomacy will witness greatness in their time, a purpose; truly self-refined.

χLaila Leone

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Blind – Rendition


‘Tis not determination that motivates blind-ambition.
It is the sense of completeness through the ambitious;
Quick fix for a fractured self.

What separates those who live in bliss,
from those who live in pursuit of it ..
The insomniac’s dream.
Days dressed up as nights; rest without peace.

A resourceful man makes use of his dreams.
Taking pleasure in two worlds where most have but one.
Two sources of happiness whereas the ignorant have none.

χLaila Leone





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If only i knew where I am,

I could say where I’ve been.

I’m backward moving forward,

In between winds.


If life has taught me anything,

It is everything.

If all the things my eyes have seen,

All disarranged, worth less than a dream.

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Thought Poker [ 21.2.2019 ]


” We are all living the same life in different scenarios.

She didn’t like tragic novels. She would read them from back to front, said sometimes that was the only way to get a happy ending.

The muted-self is suicidal. Without acknowledgment; misguided and vulnerable it hides in the shadows.

The hopeful will wish upon shooting stars; the egotistic will wish for the fallen to land by their feet.

Pride with no honor is nothing to be proud of. “


– Laila Leone

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Fountain Of Youth


The alliance between imagination and creation is a paragon of beauty.
It is this union that is the very quintessence of life, evolution, and relationships. The threshold of existence: a fuse sparks air into lungs. At our peak, the embodiment of youth and wonderment.

It is no coincidence that at the entrance of life, we are both overflowing with infinite potential, and ultimately unaware of what is and what isn’t. Creation is the strength and imagination is the rest.
Not to be ignored are the benefits attained only when the conscious mind has a chance to be as it once was: free.

Age may birth wisdom, but time exhausts arrogance. That is what devours youth, turns hair white and shortens tempers. Like a whip to the neck, circulation between possibility and reality wanes. Slow and steady wilting from within resulting in the loss of energy, buoyancy and joie de vivre.

Intolerance and impatience leave us dwindling toward an early death. Forgetting that while a soul may grow old with you, the spirit always dies young.

Never were ideas, thoughts and opinions meant to be recycled, especially not between generations. Regardless, this is our world and reality; if it must be, let it be. The best thing we can do is give time to reverie.

Onto planes we board; one at a time, we rush to seats and steady for takeoff. Confident in a stranger with a title – entrusting lives to a “captain” who is quick to hand our fate over to auto-pilot. Trading the logical for convenience.

We are all capable of leaping faith — this time in the universe. With assurance and hope, allow your inner child to take flight. 

Aspire to grow yet never age, to bloom yet never wilt. Gift yourself with youth by sacrificing a few moments, surrender to the abstract. Abandon all beliefs, facts, and knowledge, let the mind recharge and reconnect with its genesis. A fountain of youth; undeveloped and unburdened, imagination springs.

& If by count we measure age, life is but one.

χLaila Leone

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