Free Writes – Page 4 – PROCLAMATION TRANSFORMATION

Yang

March 14, 2014Posted in Free WritesTagged BET, Bored, Common, Freestyle, Freewrite, Hip-Hop In Its Essence and Real, HipHop, Lames, Leighrick, Music, Online Writing, Rap, Top Spot, Yin and YangLeave a comment

Stopping is the hardest to start, and starting is the hardest to stop.

Told my family I was going to make it to the top, like building blocks.

Then knock yours down, ’cause I don’t like sharing spots.

Put the spotlight on me,

I may reveal something you forgot.

BET I rip mics, and you run away.

Why do you get so high, only to still be-low me?

This Square humiliated you.

Now your living under a rock,

Patrick Star lonely.

Cold world but I’m just heating up

Bout to go HAM, like the other folk you’re just left over bologna.

Beggin’ Oscar for a wiener.

Feeling like the realest out, except for my twin,

He is a mirroring image of me.

I look in his eyes and see mine.

Your reflection is transparent, its apparent your soul is never present

Like drop outs.

You pretend and I’ll educate.

You have friends, I have soul mates.

You sit around, I bus through time like tour dates.

I’m sure you’d hate for to me to succeed,

I wont be greedy tho.

I sell you a dream for a dollar,

Then wake you up, like I’m one of Krueger’s kin.

Too dope for crack, and too ill for common colds.

Meaning if Common was as sick as me, maybe he’d still love H.E.R,

Instead of H.E.R lusting some these other foes!

-Leighrick

Brainstorming…

February 24, 2014March 6, 2014Posted in Free WritesTagged Ambition, Art, Aspiration, Atlantis, Brainstorm, Brainstorming, Communication, Creative, Fantasy, Future, Ink, Inspiration, Leighrick, Passion, Poet, Poetry, Spoken Word, Thoughtful Blurb, WriterLeave a comment

The Ambition of a Writer.

I’d travel all seven seas, and spend a night in Atlantis just so one can understand the depth from which I speak.

On the days I feel all hope for my creativity has vanished,

My heart skips a beat, I begin to bleed ink,

I regurgitate my passion.

I speak,

My vocabulary expands its horizons, as my composition book fills itself with growth – and I am no master at life, but in my world imagination knows no limits.

I look outside my window, and all that appears is a blank canvas, a world unprepared for the voice of the unspoken artists…

-Leighrick

Dear Diary

December 20, 2013March 6, 2014Posted in Dapper Suits, Free Writes, Life, Pieces of Poetry, Transitional PiecesTagged Arts, Book, Broken, Broken heart, Characters, Diary, iLLFoLK, Leighrick, Love, Notebooks, Online Writing, Open, Poetry, Self-Love, Skeletons, Spiritual Journey, Stories, White LiesLeave a comment

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

Welcome Depression Addicts

September 7, 2013March 6, 2014Posted in Free Writes, Life, Pieces of Poetry, Transitional PiecesTagged Depression, Diamond, Heal the Pain, Internet addiction disorder, Leighrick, Life, Lyrical, Online Writing, Poetry, Reality, Self-Love, Spiritual Journey, Unconditional Love, VolcanoLeave a comment

Welcome…

I do not have dreams. I have a large potraits of reality, everynight, and the next morning it all comes true. I am staring into a black screen, with nothing but frustration running through my mind. It’s begun to tire out my mind, and testing my feelings. Struggling to find the diamond in the rough, except diamonds are oh so cold, and I’m warm blooded. How would the ring fit around my heart? The beats steady pumping, my emotions are getting pimped, my thoughts are getting trampled, and the tears run down my lip.

Open Lab — let them operate on the chaos, putting together the pieces of Lady Chaot!c, and some touches of nuclear spit. The life I lead is unsafe. It’s true misery needs company. Only my company has gone bankrupt to the depths of life’s rotting anatomy. If I die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul take, so it may be that I am a legend in Gods eyes.

With stress as the monkey on my back, unconditional love is feeding it banana’s. A volcano of sorrow has erupted. Is this such a way for a young black female to live her life? The fight for getting a decent education, but its shadow of confusion and uncontrollable exoticism is the only light. I’ll follow that with my heart instead of my mind.

That is why they call me Lady Chaotic, lyrically spiritual, but my opinions are explicit.

–Leighrick also.known.as {Chaot!c}

Good Night to Your Good Morning

July 23, 2013March 6, 2014Posted in Free WritesTagged Doors and Windows, Insomnia, Leighrick, Online Writing, Poetry, Sleep disorder, SunLeave a comment

The sun is my kiss goodnight.

The birds are my lullaby.

I thought I shut all doors and windows,

but stealthier than the I air breathe,

Insomnia crept upon me an suffocated my pillow with my thoughts.

Wrapped with blanket of restlessness,

The birds continually ease my soul in to slumber,

and as I fade, the Sun gently kisses my forehead,

My deprivation tucks me in, and I sleep…like a baby,

Until a couple of hours pass, and I wake up again

I look out the window, and the Sun has been screaming —

Leighrick..we’ve missed you.

-Leighrick

The Marathon Continues

July 17, 2013July 17, 2013Posted in Free WritesTagged Freestyle, Going the extra mile, Leighrick, Nile, Online Writing, TMC, WineLeave a comment

No shame in observing the dictionary,

Now if you said thesaurus, then this visionary would have been suspicious

Kinda nervous, someones because always trying to duplicate me.

Ignorance is bliss, they cant see that

Nobody can be me, but the fucking mirror.

Dripping like visine, I’m trying make my message clearer.

I like mine in secrets, hes been trying decode the number,

Tell him I’m a star, so try 69

So he poured me a couple glasses of wine,

I shake my head, no duty wine

In this life you only gain as much as you whine.

I knew sleep was the cousin of death but I didn’t know his grandfather was time

Be in a space you can wind down,

Allow your thoughts to flow like the Nile.

Always go the extra mile, everyone’s still stuck 8.

I skipped to 10, cause I grabbed the 9 and told that bitch to lay down!

The marathon continues….

Accidents Happen

July 17, 2013March 6, 2014Posted in Free WritesTagged Cadillac, cross paths, Freestyle, Illumination, Insomnia, Kobe, Lakers, Leighrick, Online Writing, Richard T. Jones, ruckus, ShaquilleLeave a comment

I live every day as if its my last,

I can see the future me winning,

I took a couple plays out the playbook.

New school vibe with an old soul,

Ive been high for so long, my feet knows no lows.

A couple scrapped knees —

I’d rather that, than to be laying with the flowers and some fleas.

These ladies today disgust me.

I never had a barbie, so hanging with the plastics was never up for discussion.

This a lil freestyle; Im not trying to create a ruckus, but

If the buzz is contagious the haters gone be mad, and

Ima have to sleep with one eye open, or

I may be taking the bottle to the head like Richard T. Jones.

Tho I don’t condone being wasteful, I’m wasted.

Cross paths with aliens –Cross faded.

I’m so ahead of my time, I am reminiscing on current events.

Sunglasses tinted like a Cadillac.

I want a man I can say, “we go way back like 4 flats….”

How cliche is that?

I’m just searching through tunes like any maniac

Trying to catch up with my dreams, there’s a reason I am an insomniac.

Its unhealthy, but I’m sick, how can you argue with that?

Many hope that i’ll flop, but I was never a fan of Divac.

I am going hard like Shaquille.

Ima need a Kobe to pass the Mic to

Brace yourself for Game 5

Don’t panic and call Kanye, Ima win it all without Theraful

iLLFoLK Conglomerate

You gotta be high for this, stop feeling so low, and let the flight ignite you.