Category: Pieces of Poetry

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

Elevate

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Spread your wings and fly young soul

Bend your knees and take flight young soul

Live for all the ones that died for you, old souls

Move quick yet stealthy

Patience is the key to the Open Door Policy

Let go of the animosity, and be free young soul

But never be complacent in the place you hold, until you obtain your Halo.

You can do anything you set your mind to, never put your head down

You’ll miss the opportunity

Sting like a Bee and float like a Butterfly

Aim past the moon

Shine like the sun

and reach for a new galaxy.

Knowledge is ever present just open your eyes and you will see.

Young Soul,

Be.

–Leighrick

Opposites Attract : You Can’t Choose Love

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She see’s the mask your hiding behind.

Your life is like a charades game.

You’re living with the finer things,

But she see’s your dying inside.

Leaving a piece of yourself with all these misses,

But what your missing is the mate; in which your soul’s been trying to find.

How can you find love,

If your not searching for the love you have for self?

Who hurt you, to make you hurt her?

Suddenly all those “last times” turn into an eternity

And now, when she hears “I’m sorry“, it’s meaningless.

Why?

Why do you do the opposite of what you feel?

Even still she suffers from love, because she just wants you feel.

Feel something!

She stuck in his story,

because he hasn’t dealt with what’s happened in the past.

She stays.

At a distance, but in a way

At an arms reach.

He sees, yes he sees too.

Past the facade she displays,

She’s weary, but her journey continues.

Not sure whether she should stay stationed in this storm until the sunshine,

or move on past the grey skies, because she aware of other shelter.

But why?

Why did she leave?

Why didn’t she stay?

Comprised beliefs.

False visions of the future.

Repressed disbelief.

But.

She stays.

He comes and goes as he pleases.

She stays.

Occasionally he sees himself in the mirror.

So…she stays.

Because she sees what he refuses.

He believes what she denies.

And still–

Love chooses to stay.

Love knows what they both don’t.

Love knows if and when to fade.

So,

When Love makes its decision.

They’ll both know the feeling of pain.

Either in dismiss or rejoice.

This rain,

This rain,

Hasn’t only rained on one persons house.

Still,

This journey of the Geminis continues,

so this too shall pass. . . . .

 –Leigrick

The Proposal

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I feel like I’ve been falling, but

I am down on bended knee.

 

With one hand out for you presenting a heart, and

the other handing you a key.

 

In my eyes you can see the pain,

behind yours I see purity.

 

Funny we’ve seemed to trade places, but

you’re one of the few I trust with my real identity.

 

Like the city I reside, I see your beauty through your faults.

Full of entertainment,

I’ve have become content with this smile you’ve left on my face.

 

Vibrant emotions.

 

I’ve been hurt, and

right now I am just kind of going through the motions,

Slow...

 

Keeping my heart beats above average, except

Skipping beats.

I find myself skipping to songs in the middle of the street.

Dancing with your voice, music to my ears.

 

Again,

I’m down, on one knee

offering you a fistful of tears.

 

And I figured you hate to see me cry, but

that is how you’ll know its real.

 

This key is not cliche,

not to my heart or the heartbreak hotel

 

However,

Its a key to my city,

lose all contact with me and find me if its real.

 

On the other hand

this heart I am offering, I’ve sculpted piece by piece.

Each scar a story, and

It may be a bit cold, but its still healing, and

It may be a bold, but I built it to be brave

which made it tough..

 

So,

If you take these items from my hands,

I place mine together asking you for your trust,

in exchange for my love.

 

–Leighrick

My First KIss

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I released the anger and re-embraced forgiveness.
I thought I had regrets, but it was only my spite poisoning my feelings.
Lies left me feigning…
I feed off emotions and reactions, it’s hard to leave the hand that feeds you.
Dessert for thought,
But the truth was too bitter for my tasting.
Maybe because I’ve never been served on a dish so cold.
It froze my throat and numbed my tongue.
It burned my eyes and pierced my ears.
But with this food for thought, I had no tears to quench my thirst.
I had been refreshed by the satisfaction of my own growth.

To think back I thought:

I would have rather my sheets bleed ink, than to be drenched from my eyes leaking.

I would have rather a cat caught my tongue, than to stand out as obvious as the elephant in the room, and bring the truth to my own attention.

I would have rather been loved under controlled conditions than to be loved unconditionally.

See.

My heart was blind.
Walking a narrow path of broken promises and missing bricks from the foundation.
But
My mind has grown weary from trying to chase the thoughts of love constantly off that path.

So Finally,
My mind convinced my heart to focus on myself.
And the heart I thought was nonexistent started pumping warm blood again.
My white blood cells were no longer white lies, and I could smile again.

It told my stomach it was okay to eat,
because it’ll no longer have to ingest that bullshit.

My conscience came from the back to the front, and then I realized..
Well maybe that’s why my foreheads so big.
Because my conscience is always present, and it’s impossible to hide it.

In conclusion:

Love is Blind & Ignorance is Bliss.

Finally, I have experienced my first kiss…

Life begins when you realize your mistakes and not only learn from them, but apply the knowledge, maturation, courage and strength that you’ve learned and use that become a better person. Not for anyone, but for yourself because if your not happy with yourself, you can shouldn’t ever expect to be happy with someone else.

Forgive, Love, Live, and Laugh..

Yes pain maybe Intimidating and love may seem ruthless, but pain from love is only temporary, and the love for life brings infinite happiness. That happiness will feel even better than you thought it’d be, because of that pain you have endured.

Word.

–Leighrick

Morning Thoughts & Night Dreams

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Morning Thoughts & Night Dreams

 

Things just aren’t the same, it’s not what it use to be.

We aren’t who we use to be, we did something that changed us.

 

 

Now the reality is too harsh to deal with, but life is all about balance…right?

I guess I have to find compatibility in these tribulations.

I make sure I don’t keep my head down and dwell, I just look up and ask for guidance.

 

 

Scared the past will become the present,

Which is a gift I’d rather not receive.

 

I know history repeats itself, so I begin preparation for battle.

This cold war in a vacant heart, it’s difficult to declare the winner.

I keep paper in my back pocket, my pen behind my ear, and a mind that never stops racing.

 

I slow down my breathing so I can hear.

 

Who’s that peaking in my library?

I know my life’s an open book, but you can’t rewrite history.

We all have pages we want rip out, or would much rather revise.

Your autobiography has already been published.

 

Who’s that laughing in my library?

This is private, you shouldn’t be here!

 

 

So,

I’m out of breathe chasing my enemy.

Chasing the thought that I actually had friends that weren’t kin to me.

 

 

This isn’t the textbook stuff

It’s the shit they don’t want you to read.

 

 

Oppressors suffocating themselves with self esteem; while the oppressed live blissfully.

Finding the fineness in the shiniest aesthetics.

 

 

But I’m trynna to be the change I want to see.

 

Therefore,

 

I prepare myself for this battle.

 

This battle.

This battle.

This battle is

 

World War Me.

 

-Leighrick

Spoken Word for Open Mics

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Shut your eyes to the world.

Open them wide for my thoughts.

Stop allowing yourself to hear the background noise and channel my voice.

My echo will amplify my passion, if need be, visualize me.

I will act as a hearing aid.

I just want you to listen.

Readers — read my mind; run-on sentences of thoughts.

Imagine my emotion, see the scenarios.

Often the beauty is polluted by distractions.

So often ultimate satisfaction, isn’t satisfied.

You have the privilege of listening.

Hearing me hiccup on emotions.

Catching me stutter because I’m reliving that moment.

Looking into my eyes, I am lost in yours.

Grab hold of my presence.

Posture — taller than the mic stand.

How I sweat as if the lights are my biggest critics.

I get nervous.

I get anxious.

It’s like I’m standing on my heart,

Speaking through my soul, while its projecting memories from my brain.

I look up to my mirror, into my pupils, to see them….dilated.

Read Me.

Hear Me.

See Me.

FEEL ME.

Open Mic, Spoken Word, Leighrickal Literacy.

I am it and it is Me.

–Leighrick

Sweetest Taboo

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Currently, my favorite word is “I“. One is the magic number.

Every conversation is like a confession; I know you want feedback.

I can be your dessert for thought, the sweetest taste of intellect.

While sleeping you hear the birds tweet, and you’ll follow them.

But only if they lead you to me.

I don’t normally look people in the eyes, but its your intentions Im trying to see.

I play it cool.

 

You try and let your mind go astray.

Finding yourself smiling; then you realize, you’ve been thinking of me all day.

You stop to wonder, do I think about you too?

[Maybe not the amount, but at least in the same ways]

 

If you tripped would I laugh, or would I bend down to tie your shoe?

Would I catch you? Are you falling?

I wouldn’t watch, I’d grab your hand and take you higher.

Aiming toward the moon, reaching for the stars.

Wading in the clouds.

 

I’m peeping through the hole that has been under construction…for a while.

You’re knockings on the gate are faint;unfortunately to your pleas of affection….

Currently I am deaf.

Mute, unheard of feelings, unshared emotions, my secrets are kept.

 

Decipher my pieces, and decode my being.

2pac saw death around the corner, I can only imagine

because I feel like Cupids stalking me.

 

I’m taking a light jog, you keep trying to race me full speed!

 

Cant spell potential, without potent.

Allowing my heart slow down a couple beats.

Like seeing a good menu you before you feast.

Time is deceptive that I’ve learned to use my watch as a piece.

So with this piece, I am allowing you access to a clue in my mystery.

I apologize if this so happens to play with your Psyche.

 

I just made a vow —

Never let my heart think, and never let my mind feel.

 

My headaches turn to heartaches, suddenly I wont feel shit.

I close my eyes and maintain my stride.

And see, when I get to the finish line…if your there at the end.

 

–Leighrick