Category: Pieces of Poetry

I find this to be pretty Self-Explanatory. These are pieces that do not fall under a specific category..

Homecoming

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The Day I Die,

Every sidewalk will talk,

and all the trees will dance,

the wind will stop to listen.

 

When I die,

My mother will re-embrace me,

because I am back home with her.

She will flood the ocean with her tears of rejoice.

 

 

Because,

 

On the die I die,

the streets where every secret is toxic

will finally come clean,

and express its unconditional love for me.

 

The birds will sing me lullaby’s

to put my soul at ease.

As I rest peacefully in the warmth

of my mother bosom.

 

On the day I die,

is the day I will give back.

Apologize for certain mishaps, and slips,

but certainly the disrespect.

 

The clouds will part

to make way for my entrance,

and —

at night,

the moon

will be illuminating grotesquely,

symbolizing my spirit.

 

The day before,

I could smell the birds of paradise,

with an aroma so strong,

they screamed loud enough for me to wake up,

and realize…

 

—

 

The day I die,

I will be home.

 

-Leighrick

Investigate and Replenish

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This is the First 48.

No Sleep until I reach Law & Order

CSI my mind…who tried to ruin it?

The Closer I get…the further they hide.

MASTERMIND.

True criminal stories.

Label me another Public Enemy.

Case Closed.

The Shield is impenetrable .

Within in the First 48 …

Catch me if you can !

Im thinking OUTSIDE the box

Neither will Wii play stationary to Life.

Music is their facade,

but that mask is universal.

Only the notes this song bird tweets lets Freedom Ring.

Unravel the public ego, and bundle yourself into the natures.

Caress your mind, and realize..

You can’t only be poisoned unconsciously.

So please remember x marks the spot, think outside the box.

Wii need to understand our daily dose of vitamins shouldn’t be T & V.

WEAPONS OF MASS DISTRACTION.

-Leighrick

Dragon Days

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My heart loves you more than my mind is allowing myself. The deeper I fall, the less fear.
My heart beats to a different rhythm; too excited it skips it’s beats. Overwhelmed with emotions, I hiccup on my thoughts. I am Hungry. Yearning to devour your heart, you so sweetly catered to me in the palms of your hand. A closed mouth won’t get fed. Sealed lips hold my words captive, bruised ribs protect my own heart, it’s tender. My full mind aches unspeakable curiosity.

King, defeat the dragon!

I feel – as though my hearts burning in the fury of my own fire. The desire, your optical liquidation quenches my thirst. My own tears drown me within the approaching tomorrow; I am impatient. Will your way into the ability to read my mind, when the cat has my tongue. Allow me to lounge in your clothes, and walk in my shoes –  dig your heel into the sole, and my reacquaint me with my own. This sleep deprivation has me writing too revealing. Can it be possible that my words need rest?

 -Leighrick

The Knowledge of an Alcoholic Junkie

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I feel as though I hit rock bottom in a bottomless pit.

 A Junkie on a mission; I’m just trynna get a hit.

 Rewinding life encounters,

 she took real offense to that “Fuck You” and that “Bitch“.

 I wasn’t naming calling…

I was just trynna understand a lil bit.

Just trying to figure out if these people here for me legit [?]

 

Wondering, am I really just a number…”7” to be specific.

 

It’s like

 I’m digging a whole with no shovel.

An Alcoholic on a mission, man I’m just trying to get a 5th.

 

I feel like he never really answered any of my prayers…

 Or maybe I’m just overlooking his gifts [?]

 

Just trying to figure out, why her and not me?

 Why him and not ole boy?

Why them and not my people that’s been trying so hard?

  

Jealousy is a trait.

Humility is with which I will be buried

&&

Life cannot be hurried.

 

I’m just saying though…I’m just going through it.

 

 Feel like I’m walking on thin ice, with cracks all through it.

 Just another Life-o-holic trynna get my head in some books, just to get my fix.

 Make knowledge into some real cool shit.

 

 I don’t really think y’all understand me, this is an addiction

 I don’t think I’ll ever be able to quit.

 

 I’m just…

an artist with vision and a pen, putting use to my instruments.

 

I’m just…Im just really going through it.

 

Just a junkie with a 5th, who called life a “Bitch“;

regrets it and is now on a mission towards knowledge.

 

Psshh…and Y’all are STILL left CLUELESS.

 

-Leighrick

 

Water

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Some asked me once before if I could be anything or anyone in the world, what would it be?

The Answer:

 

Water.

 

When I’m stressed…

I take shots,

breaking down trees.

…

Clarity is what I thirst for,

And my fears are starving my needs.

 

I don’t want to feel a thing,

And the liquor doesn’t ask questions.

My world is dark and cold for a minute,

But the numbness wont last.

 

I can’t see past the smoke,

I can only see the past.

But still, the trees don’t talk back.

 

I rest my head

on whatever will

keep it up at the moment.

 

My regrets are too heavy,

My thoughts moving in slow motion.

 

Burdens buried me under

Brownish-Green meadows

Of melancholy.

My bed sailing down

Rivers of Rum.

 

I see the light,

but it’s burning my eyes.

To my demise,

I can hear God laughing

at my home remedies.

 

Last night,

He turned his blood into

this bottle of wine.

And my faith adapted strength.

 

Last night,

He turned these munchies

Into Food for Thought,

And my knowledge gained weight.

 

This morning,

I woke up,

Hand scanned the surfaces.

Until it came upon a glass of clarity,

And alas…

I was replenished.

 

-Leighrick

Purple Heart

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You are

Everything I want to be

as I’m striving to be more.

 

You are

The definition of Love

In the depth of your eyes and  in your spirit.

 

I am

Lil Bit

to such a enormous piece.

 

You are

the best I’ll ever have, everything I need.

Your smile brings upon tears,

I’ve only known as comforting.

Tell me your secrets I asked,

You told me there are none to keep.

 

You are Strength

never should I feel weak.

Your footsteps remain on the beach.

As I reach to bring you back the moon,

You taught me, its not about the glow in the stars

but the meaning.

This life is a battlefield,

You fight with speech.

 

You are

Everything I want to be

as I’m striving to be more.

 

You are the definition of Love,

Unconditional and Unmeasurable.

You see, the look in my eyes

Your hands I never want to let go.

Your smile brings upon tears,

I’ve only known as comforting.

 

You are the light that shines,

that guides me throughout the darkness in my journey.

 

I am

Lil Bit

to such an enormous piece.

 

You are the best I’ll ever have, and everything I need.

 

You are Strength

never should I feel weak.

Reliving memories as life is happening.

This life is a battlefield, you are my Purple Heart.

–Leighrick

– With LOVE Lil Bit ♥

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The Little Things

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If you love me….You don’t have to point out my characteristics, or constantly tell me I’m beautiful.
When we argue.
I hate “I’m Sorry”‘s …

One day.
When we’re lounging together.

I want you to be like,

“Baby, I love how when you make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches you always put the peanut butter first on the right slice of bread, and wipe the peanut butter off the knife on the other slice. Then you put the jelly on the left slice, because you’ll never know how much jelly you need if you don’t apply the peanut butter first….Then at the end, you lick both sides of the knife and throw it in the sink. “

It’s the little things in love….

-Leighrick