Monthly Archives: December 2013

Vigilant Leighrick of iLLFoLK Conglomerate

Vigilant Leighrick of iLLFoLK Conglomerate

Be yourself everyone else is already taken.

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Dear Diary

Trying to emulate an open book.I lay here a diary, waiting to be broken open.
Longing to have my stories leap into someones hands and be embraced –
Instead of hidden.
Recovering old memories, chasing bubbles with siblings and cousins.
My grandparents grass was so green,
All the other sides surrounding were concrete.
Love couldn’t get much better than this.
Sneaking sips of Caprisuns,
“Just reuse the straw”
“I saw another box under the table”
“Great!”
“They shouldn’t miss this one.”

Turn the page and feel my emotions get bullied by words, said by people
I wish I never heard.
Now you’ve met them, and
We share something in common.
Sensitive like the t.v. antenna in the living room.

Trying to emulate an open book.
My house is like a library.
Several books, but even more stories.
I lay here a diary, waiting to be broken open.
Longing for someone to tease death, because they know if they read it,
I’l kill em !
Only to have my words revive their spirit.
I never told them I could write.
I never told them they taught me how.

You’ve skipped pages towards the end,Anxious to see how I turned out.

You left the pages with stains from my heart – faced down.
Discovering my smile in every caricature I draw,
trying to mask my normal frown.
I remember laughing until I cried,
And crying until no one new the difference.
Until it all came alive, and
you realize most of my life have been served through sentences.

The Notebook –You’ve read plenty of love stories and letters.
Every time you see a picture of a broken heart,
You can smell the tears on the page.
Then you come across a hotel I drew to house all of my mistakes,
with extra closet space, just in case my skeletons try to escape.

You can’t feel your body.
Reading these words seem to articulate my fate.
Trying to emulate an open book.
I lie here like a diary, with stories repeated and untold.
Bold truth and white lies.

I can’t be individual by myself.
There’s so many characters in this book;
which story will you choose from?
The author doesn’t change, only the interpretations.

-Leighrick

Immaculate

People can’t smell their own shit, like they have something up their noses.
They don’t even bother to flush the toilet.
That stench could make this whole place a hazard zone.

Danger! Danger!
Read all about it.
There’s knives in backs, children slain, and money missing out of wallets.

These mask are impeccable,
Who are the cosmetologist?
Quite plastic you are, because you don’t feel a thing.
Your smile is misery’s company.

Am I your pain medicine?
When you’re in pain, you use me, and abuse me.
Leaving me clueless & empty.
Vacant like the lots that surround our inner cities.

In the shadows of the Hollywood lights –
Do the people who don’t have property own the streets?
Is this War?

I have the wounds of a warrior,
Inexperienced thoughts of being ready for the battle,
I fought back.
Revealing contusions deeper than war trenches
Gladly spirits cannot be paralyzed.

Surely they can be idle.

Fairytale endings don’t exist in this nightmare.
I told you I’d never leave you, and you abandoned me.

I guess along with misery, vanity is your companion, because
They are the only things that seem to last.
In this material world,
where wearing aura isn’t fashionable, but
Madonna’s doing something right.

Danger! Danger!
Read all about it
There’s parent-less children, starving countries, corruption in knowledge, and abuse of power!

Why should we pay to go to college?
I am the future – learn to invest in tomorrow.
Keep trying to drink from the fountain of youth,
When did it become so hard to swallow?
You’ve been marinating for some years,
Give thanks for the time borrowed.

Like napkins you can’t give it back, at least not the way you received it.
All these preconceived beliefs of what it means to be immaculate.

Days have elapsed.
Ive been pregnant with this piece.

I don’t know about you, but I came out the womb screaming!
Hanging by a thread, they cut, without my permission.
I was covered in blood, they could’ve gave me a few more minutes,
Before cutting off my oxygen, my food supply, and my mother & I’s connection.

So you see, you cant get clean, if you haven’t been dirty.
And just because your standing now, doesn’t mean that you are sturdy.
Unless you’re a palm tree?
Deceivingly slim surprisingly strong.

I use to think the dews on grass were tears from the trees, because they were lonely.

Danger! Danger!
Read all about it.
Don’t follow the shadows they can’t see where they’re headed.
The blind leading the blind is a misconception.

My pen is my weapon,
That only spreads love.
[t]HUG LIFE!
Every stranger could use one.

-Leighrick