I’m too lonely to be sad.
I’m too happy to be alone.
I’m too comfortable being mad.
The angry is prolonging the need to Be.
-Leighrick
Category: Pieces of Poetry
I find this to be pretty Self-Explanatory. These are pieces that do not fall under a specific category..
Abundance
Why isn’t being yourself enough for some people?
Even if I could read your mind, what kind of story would you write?
How can we make it right?
Time after time
We’re expiring, wasting moments admiring who I couldn’t be.
I had to stay true to me.
Facing the mirror— a juxtaposition to age won’t crack under the pressure.
A diamond in the hay riddled with needles.
Needless to say,
it’s a safe.
Today
I proclaim my transformation.
Optimistic in my Prime:
Illuminating
Vibrating
Breathing
Healing
Praying
Protecting
Guiding
Shedding
Why is being yourself too much for people?
Vacuums in the space
A swirl of emotion displaced in a Milk Way of consciousness.
I’m black like the cosmos.
The stars look like dragon scales, and the breeze is subtle like hummingbirds.
We are the fruit – knowledge is the nectar.
Why do we have to bury seeds in darkness so they can cherish the sun?
Life without it ain’t nuthin, don’t quit your day job if you won’t give up frontin’.
We live to stunt. We hype the stunts, and
Stunt the runts thirsty for the love.
You the plug.
You the one.
Nourish the mind, body, soul, spirit open to the divine energy;
peacefully surrendering your ego.
Your heart will grow roots, as it attaches itself to your body.
Don’t be sorry, but don’t be surprised.
When we’re ascending there is no baggage rule for the flight.
Sit tight. Stay grounded. Let your soul levitate.
Faith is nonnegotiable.
Being anti-social doesn’t solve loneliness. Keep roaming.
Even without presence your realness can never be denied.
Stay tight. Stay light.
Keep up the,
Love.
-Leighrick
Have Mercy
I contemplate suicide but you feeling guilty is what keeps me alive
I don’t want to point fingers or call names
It’s love that keeps me alive and I would never regret feeling this way.
Purpose for what it’s worth is expensive
Dignity is a rich mans trash
Endurance is treasure to the wanders
Wondering what exists in the darkness
They call space
The space
Vacuuming and consuming
Nobody sees the ugly parts of galaxies
Aliens are make believe
You are the furthest thing from perfect
The flaws are what make it worth it
Floss until you get under the surface
Rediscovering the left over pieces of your heart
You hid when you were a kid.
Squeeze those feelings
Caress those fears
Kiss the blemishes everyone told you not to pop
Now they are scars but to your face they call them beauty marks
They’re moles
Informants of the soul
The map telling your thoughts to your heart
Only to realize you’ve struck gold.
Dirty
Dirty
Earthly
Have mercy
On the ones who think they are beyond hurting
No fucks left to give but reciting every fuckme
Fuck my life
But if anyone asks
Shit isn’t so bad
When you think about your life without considering your past
Make it last
Make it fast
But don’t come too soon
This little light of mine
Ain’t so bright with out the
sun or the moon.
-Leighrick
The Best Part
The best pieces come from broken smiles.
Once it’s complete the peace burst through so painfully.
Why does happiness feel so uncomfortable?
Strange Fiction.
Gathered ‘round telling stories
Gentle whispers brush up against me, and remind me I’m not here to stay.
I don’t decide when to leave.
Trapped & Safe
Wasting away like time
Everyone believes still no one understands
Knowing what’s in front of them is just another moment they’ll forget.
-Leighrick
The Miseducation of the misunderstood
The Miseducation of the misunderstood harbors overwhelming anxiety; which creates layers underneath the shell.
Always home like a tortoise, but I am a nomad in my own body.
The feeling of loneliness sets in every time one of my personalities decide to leave.
I am wandering
Invested in a venture that is company to misery.
I declare communicative bankruptcy.
Do me the service of sending all my messages, subliminally. This misinterpreted status will be one for the books.
Face it —
Who are we without the royalties in freedom of speech?
Too many unwritten rights you have, that wasn’t taught to me.
Do you know me?
Do I know you?
How valuable is identity to a thief? The only benefit in this hijacking is the doubt you will finally understand that…
I volunteered, but I never asked.
Never raised my hand in class.
So many questions that still need an answer
So many answers that should be questions.
What will be the solution?
It seems I’m the problem.
I am a weapon – non lethal
A dangerous mind shooting stars
Trynna reach the moon, cause I was told that’s as far as love can go.
I am a victim of time!
Trapped behind the bars in the same cage the bird sung.
Those melodies still linger.
The ink blots begin to show.
I think it’s bleeding through!
I use to dream in cursive until…
Murder she wrote.
Now it’s killing me softly.
The standard is to understand
The extreme is to overstep.
The Miseducation of the misunderstood can’t be taught only felt.
-Leighrick
Everything is Black
Everything is black —
I can’t remember much
Just the touch of the Angels that’s helping me up.
Looking at my stiffened body is chilling.
As I
Throw my head back – the smoke has me ascending.
Deep breathes spread the embers that keep my soul lit.
I wander
I find myself walking towards the light with a regrettable peacefulness.
The roots have been spoiled with magic and shaded by myths.
Is this a test?
A trust testament of my growth or just the repercussions of my actions.
I am at a loss for words, incomplete sentences like ad-libs.
I am wondering.
Searching for the nouns like symbols and the beats of adjectives like mad-lib.
I am running.
Racing my shadow like I’ve rescued my inner child.
Now we’re crying so hysterically it turns into laughter.
And then…
Everything is black.
-Leighrick
The Storms Arrival
Today
Another levy in my heart broke.
This flood of emotions took over my being, not just my body.
This is a type of pain I am familiar with, but haven’t seen since the last disaster.
At this point I have applied so many stitches…I am barely holding on to this last piece of thread.
Face it
I’m damaged goods.
Face it.
Face her.
Face yourself at the fork in the road.
Before you reach the emptiness that held my love in place.
That in-between
That uncertainty
Like the choice of whether you’ll take the streets or the highway.
The highway is too much freedom, and we’ll get where we’re too fast…which is nowhere.
Instead you use the backstreets to buy time, little did you know, I too am paying attention.
The rain is getting heavy now.
My soul feels like it’s drowning in my body.
I’d give anything not feel anything right now.
I’ve learned
I can prepare for a storm, but I can’t predict it.
-Leighrick
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