Category: Dapper Suits

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Goodnight Never Goodbye

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This is Real.

The hurt in my chest,

the plugged ears,

the consistency of tears.

My cries for some understanding.

—

Unanswered.

Deceit has sent me overboard.

Like a coward my arms could no longer bare the burden of my heart, my mind, and his words.

Regrettably —

I have no life vest.

I fell off and into what I thought was a puddle;

Except the more agony I felt, the more the water swallowed my body.

The most meaningful attribute to life, tasteful but bittersweet.

Every time a thought of you crosses, mini movies of recollections replay,

and the pain in my heart is replenished.

Lost in a sea of  crocodile tears, swollen eyes, a gorged nose, and a heartbroken by life.

Actualize a racing mind.

Time is drowning me in my own emo-ocean.

Much time is given, yet I feel like sailing out my mind.

Envision

Fishing with the thoughts of regrets, and Paragliding with reminiscence.

Through a Cold War, actions often kill, but

Love is stronger than death.

Despite love being uncontrollable, no matter how hard death tries it cannot intervene people in love.

Love is stronger than death, although it can’t stop death from happening, no matter how hard death tries it can’t separate people from love.

Therefore,

Death cannot take away memories either.

In the end, love is always stronger.

So you see —

A part of you has grown in me.

Allowing me to  cease the worries, raise up, and stand strong

It’s you and me together like time and eternity

and never afar,

maybe in distance,

but never by heart.

Goodnight I say,

Never a Goodbye.

–Leighrick

The High Life

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Lately, it’s been feeling like we’re torn apart. Why there’s such distance? That’s a question that’s weighing heavy on my heart.

 I have some things to say; only I struggle with where to start.

 I see your wounds, and I want to heal those scars.

 I want to hear the adventure in your stories, until I discover who you are.

 I feel your love when I’m missing; wondering where am I going.

 What you don’t know is that I’m going to forget names, and forget shames.

And when I go, I leave my feelings at the door.

It’s hard for me to remember the last time you smiled at me; truthfully, I think that’s what hurts the most.

Just because you speak affectionate words, doesn’t mean you have faithful thoughts.

Tonight it kind of hit me while I was praying I would make it to 21 —

 It took 40 oz to consult me.

You said you were concerned about me; that’s when I knew I had to — up and leave.

Sitting in the passenger side thinking to myself, “Why am I still struggling?”

Seems to me the lesson learned is that we all make mistakes.

Yes, I can explain why my eyes are so low, red, and glossy.

It’s because I want a real hug.

Your silence is punishment.

 

Excuse me.

 

Signed Seventh,

 -Leighrick

The Amazing Race?

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You’ve been there. I’ve been there. People long to be there, but who wants to leave? People run away from love. People chase love. In essence, it’s all on the same track. Hard to tell who is sprinting and who is fleeing. They’re all chasing it without knowing who’s in front. Whose chasing who and who’s is running away?

–Leighrick

Natural Selection : Ignorant Humor

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Its Funny.

 

Funny to that, we think.

 

We think our ideas are unique.

 

Out of the millions among us,

living and deceased.

 

We think of ourselves as the

 

Definition of Originality.

 

What he thought was clever,

the next man thought of it as a joke,

 

What this woman’s been dreaming of,

many elder women already wrote.

 

So if you’re thinking to get ahead,

You’re already behind.

 

Instead think enrichment,

because all the riches in the world,

can’t buy you enlightenment..

 

There is a reason.

There are resolutions.

 

If only,

U – N – I

Unite,

Hence forming an

Union,

In which

WE

Utilize

Agility & Love.

 

Therefore,

The retrogression of our development will cease.

The blind will then see,

The dead will bury the dead.

 

Thus the evolution will occur.

Spiritual & Mental.

 

So you tell me,

What do you think this piece is about?

 

-Leighrick

Who’d Thought

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I love to wake up and see you through the mirror, and smile when you see me.

The way the light from the sun compliments your legs hanging out from the covers.

When you toss the phone as the alarm start to buzz, it makes me giggle because you sleep with your watch on so you always know the time.

Yet your still late to wake up.

When you rise it’s like a time lapse of a flower blooming.

Beauty stretching its strength.

Shit, I even love you when your morning breath stinks.

Who’d thought,

Rather who would think

That id wake up this morning, and write a poem about me

 

-Leighrick

A Poets Always Right

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When in doubt —

I will write.

I will write until there is no more ink left to fill the pens,

Nor led to be dispensed.

I will write until our civilization rids of all the trees leaving no more paper, instead

I will write until every letter falls off the keyboard.

I will sneak into the streets at night, creeping up buildings , and knocking out cameras

all to paint the city with my words.

I am a Writer.

I am right even when I am wrong,

because I understand my imperfections have made me flawless.

I AM A WRITER.

Even when I am wrong,

so if you’re afraid…stop reading,

Because I will write your story,

and I will tell it so right, it’ll make you look to the left in astonishment,

because you’ve told me nothing of your past, presents, or prayers for the future.

If the writing is on the wall,

I am in every text

I am every synonym, acronym , and homonym —

Trying to right my own history,

If you come aboard her story,

We shall soar like the brothers.

Only wingless, but high in spirits

I wont stop writing even when there is no longer a source of light to illuminate my message.

I wont stop writing even when I’ve used every word in every dictionary.

I wont stop until you fully understand my accuracy.

I AM RIGHT.

Thus,

I am Leighrick.

Beauty Without its Disguise

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A bouquet of aroma,
flowers rolled up behind my ears
I think
a blaze could break this silence.

Hazy visions,
I see through the past, into the shadows, and past the smoke.

Not a cloud in the sky.
Take me high..

Chiefin, but this tipi is the temple of my pride.
Im self conscious about my conscience.

As I inhale the self of this esteem,
My feet raise above the ground,
Kissing Mother Earth goodbye, as I am thanking God for her medicine, that temporarily cures everything.

I reach to grab a couple stars.
Ive puffed my bed of clouds, and now I shall lay in it.
Friends and kin are passers by,

Is it healthy to idolize a drug, because its ugliness is perceived as beauty?

Looking out from glossy eyes, into a smudge mirror,
I see my self, clearly, clear eyes, realize that clearly these real lies only deceive the outsiders.
The truth and the beauty are within, the pain.

Is it wrong to think Im loved?
I hold it in longer, and longer, and
The taste just seems to kiss my lips, so sweetly.

Do you know the feeling?
Do you feel the same?

When the stress gets thicker, as does the smoke.

Often I am the lone star, in Life’s game,
Does this make us teammates?
If true, I’ll assist you, then hit the Swish-er, and make it count
down
3-2-1
Blast Off.

–Leighrick