Category: Pieces of Poetry

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

Subliminal Trenches

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You dig, I trip.

You keep diggin’, I’ll fall.

You dig deeper, I might evolve  into someone greater than the woman before the fall.

Will you catch me?

If not, I hope there’s cushioning.

I’m not comfortable falling under the conditions of second guessing.

I don’t think I’m ready. I swear, I turned my head and you pushed me.

Or was it when I bent down to tie my shoe, is that the reason you offered to do it for me?

You put a lot of work into that digging, was it all for me?

Or is there another falling after me, Is there someone before me?

Am I the only one trying to grasp it?

 

I know that some times happens, but I’m not too fond of traffic.

Is this a two way street?

Red is Stop. Yellow is Yield. Green is Go.

So should I go now, slow down, and stop completely at a stand-still?

Or should I stop now, start slow, then go through with the motions.

At the rate I’m falling now…I may hit the bottom of the ocean.

I’m running out of metaphors, I think I have hit the bottom line.

Like basically, I like you. I can see Love if we both try.

 

I’m not sure if you know this poem is about you. I’d be disappointed if you couldn’t decipher

if your right from what I write.

Sometimes I feel like you know me so well, but there’s a lot of stuff I hide.

Like my smile behind my pride. The pain behind my eyes. The fear behind my laugh. These feelings behind these lines.

 

Truthfully, I had to write this to get you off my mind.

Unfortunately, right now I don’t have time.

 

I have tunnel vision. Right now I’m at that red light.

I’ma take my time tho, until that light mellows out to yellow.

When I have my goals straight, my thoughts in place, and my dreams at the finish line.

If you’re still there waiting, I’ll come pick you up on the way.

 

All I ask of you is not to feel obligated to wait on me.

I’m still waiting on myself.

I’d rather put development into myself, instead of you accompanying me on the trail and errors.

I want to be ready. I have yet to discover my full self.

I guess I wrote this piece to express these feelings subliminally.

I’ll laugh when you think this poem is about you, but

Who else could it be?

 

Peace,

 

–Leighrick

Eligibility

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Yo! First off, I would just like to say that growing up is such an experience ! Throughout the failure and the success, I just really feel myself learning & becoming more wise throughout these years !

Secondly, I would just like to add that doing what you love may not always be easy, but let me tell you the satisfaction from the struggle is worth it all ! You have to work for what you love, and if you love what you do it doesnt feel like you’ve worked at all! Everything takes time, that doesn’t mean sit around and wait for it to fall in your lap, it means until that time comes – GO GET IT !

To experience stress and pressure, better yet the test of my Faith in myself ! and just keeping the faith that it WILL work ! Its not only knowing it, not only feeling it, but not settling for LESS. The people I surround myself with i.e My Teammates & My Family, the people I speak to on a more intimate level of relationships/friendships…..Man I Love You ALL. Seriously

Not Only 2013, but these YEARS ARE MINE ! Im WORKING for it ALL.

Im doing what I Love !
Writing, Playing Basketball, Learning ! …Yo Im just truly blessed I am doing all these things that make me happy. I will not keep taking advantage of life !

NOW IS THE TIME TO LIVE!
TO BELIEVE.
TO CREATE.
TO WORK.
TO DREAM.
TO ACHIEVE.
TO LOVE.

–Leighrick

Real Life, Still Life

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Do you ever feel like your art is a person?

Every time I write a piece, I’m painting a self portrait. In the present tense or even as the third person. On the outside looking in — the pain your emerged in.

Hearing a song you never wrote like the artist is someone you grew up with. The happiness you told all your secrets to, but the sadness is holding you hostage.

I always wonder why people try to bargain with death. Its wins eventually, until there’s no one left. Selling dreams of living in clouds, Eternal luxury with no evidence; living for a better tomorrow. That promise isn’t kept.

I live like today is my last, often that’s why it seems I only care about my self.

Who am I kidding?!

I care for everyone else. My heart is a clinic, get in if you fit in, no matter the health. Sympathies nursing sorrows. Empathy injecting psychedelic morrows. Where do I go when I need love? I pull out a cool J and fill my chest like I’m getting lung transplants tomorrow.

When I’m chasing my breath, the loneliness is easier to swallow. Why does everyone want to be understood? Judgment is the mass a murderer. How could you even point your finger at my chest when you’ve never felt my soles?

Non-believers. For whom I hope on Christmas all get coal. I pack pens like heat, cause this world gets cold. Equipped qith a paper machete. Just because you scream “F– The World!” Doesn’t make you bold.

Dark minds, I meditate inhaling white lights to shine upon the spirits journey through my mind. Trying to apprehend my thoughts from the graps of confusion. There’s a hole in my mind, I guess that’s where all the memories go.

A missing piece. Trying to find a peace of mind, so if I don’t remember you, don’t be offended. That’s just called letting go…

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I’m feeling more attached by a cord an some earphones. I’ve know you all my life and look how far we’ve grown, Apart.

This may be the start to a natural disaster. I put the yield sign up, and you chose to keep going. I put up some emotional roadblocks across, but you ignored the caution stories and crossed the lines. Now we’ve come to a complete stop. Feel our foundation shaking beneath us. Is this my fault because I didn’t stunt my growth? I didn’t stop the towing? I came to a fork in the road, it said “You Left ” & “Life Right”.

What else was I suppose to do besides keep going?

This piece can keep going. I’ve only finished the eyes. Those are the windows to peek through if you really want to know me.

But — I’ll finish this Self portrait later. I just wanted to paint the picture, so you could get the point of view as to why I’m struggling growing. And I bet by the time I finish this masterpiece, you still won’t be able to recognize the Real Me.

–Leighrick

The Empress Wears No Clothes

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You’ve settled for this reality, slaving for the fallacies of the beings. In this world I cant relate. The state I’m in isn’t slumber. My spit is like the roar from the queen of the jungle.

Sure, I use to feel a bit of pressure. That was before I cleaned out all my dressers, and took the posters off the wall. Went through a couple growth spurts. I began feeling like a giant, but I’m only six inches past 5 feet tall.

No tall tales – I keep it real with my people. What if Johnny grew peaches instead of apples? That story would have changed us all. See the complexity of a Human is the downfall.

Could it ever be simple? I mean I see it through my eyes, but I keep it sacred in my temples. That’s why my head aches like hearts after heavy meals.

Peacefully I ease the pain with the bass from the instrumentals. I orchestrate this pen like a flute to my lips, gently kissing the paper. Love notes mix with music notes, making babies which are my quotes.

Little me’s you read

Then notice they have my insight and real authentic steez. I watch them grow into stanzas. Rebels with cause. Spreading my words as gifts as if I’m Saint Nicolas.

Only if, only if…

I always wished I had a twin. If I did, in an instant my art work would form physical ability. Now not only would you hear me and see me. Now you can feel what I’m saying and be smitten. My words might touch you with the befitting name ‘Wordsmith’.

Have you gotten a better inner-standing of what separate worlds we live in? You over see the understanding of dethroning. A term mentioned in history, but never stopped to explain instead managed to keep going.

Responsible for building your home, yet we barely have places to live. Anything to keep us in cages is the reimbursement for our Blood, Sweat, and Tears.

Currently enslaved by the ole mighty dollar, who nowadays I’m not surprised isn’t worth my 2 cents.

Kings and Queens who roam streets and rule blocks. Jay-Z was chasing his dreams rapping about running his city. I wonder tho; what did he have to do? What’s left to be done? I refuse to believe it was that easy.

Respect to Ms. Lauryn Hill – They might have won over some souls, but they lost one and a good amount of other special ones.

I’ve been chasing down my dreams since I could think. Trying to keep and steady the pace since I’ve almost caught up with them. I went on a couple paper chases; which only lead me to non-prophets.

Which left me on my knees. Letting God know my promises not to fall for it again. Forgiving isn’t a sin, but I treat it like one. However, I’m quick to forget, [voluntary amnesia].

Reoccurring thoughts. If I make it big I feel like all my secrets would be on Wikipedia. Written by the dudes I told “I’m leaving ya”. Friendships I jumped ship and told, “this boat isn’t gonna fit your ego and my well being bruh”. Some family that secretly never believed in ya.

The life of living in a deteriorating tree. Strong roots, couple weak branches, some fallen leaves, and plenty promising seeds.

Saying I’m closed minded, when really Im always open to be free, like the beach. My favorite place to be. Where the water never ends, and the waves always listen. The sand remembers the power in your stance, the moon’s glow is always singing, and the sun forever smiles.

I can be me. You remind me of so many. My words are my bond like James and his heat.

This is it.

I think that quote was the puzzle that just made this piece complete.

-Leighrick

Love and Hate : Same Difference

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You’re the bread winner,

How long are we going to eat bread for dinner?

You’re bringing home the bacon, but the pigs getting slimmer.

Money trees are the perfect place for shade…

You lost that seed didn’t ya?

Chop down trees for presidents.

The fact that they are dead is irrelevant.

They’re still giving life to zombies and happiness in settlements.

Call me names if you may, but its only more inspiring.

I’m a gold digger, through your eyes I’m tunneling.

Discovering a heart of gold, even the foolish know that’s heaven sent.

The thought of this often makes me relentless.

As I sit faced the vanity applying more lipstick.

I once owned a heart with a royal yellow shade.

Until I lost the first place to my love.

Only now to have been compensated and replaced with a bronze chipped hemorrhaging organ.

The sensation of love will revive my failing organs, because Gold doesn’t bend nor break.

It doesn’t fold under the pressures similar to a Diamond, but with more blood and a less cleaner slate.

Longing to feel renewed is the feeling I can’t escape.

So I ask —

“How much do you have to love love in order to hate it?

Do you have to be aware of love to know the feeling of hatred?”

A strong dislike towards the life you show you live.

I see no hues

I see no blacks, whites, brown, oranges, reds or yellows.

A fool sees green in Gold.

I see love in the energy of a being.

I’ve met people who are transparent,

They couldn’t begin to get past accepting my opacity…

In saying this,

I cannot first put my foot back to move forward.

Instead I walk in place, at a pace that is easy to catch.

I knew I hated treadmills for a reason.

I keep walking with no direction, always seemingly moving forward…like time.

Year around while the leaves fall from trees, and the snow melts, and the sun belches heat waves..

I’m awaiting love like tis’ a season.

Flavorful honey smothered chuckles to sweeten the rain.

Cloudy eyed storms that don’t take heed to damage, but at the same time force change.

Making your bread soggy and your bacon salty.

A fool sees love in money

A sucker feels love in pain.

But —

What’s the difference between rain drops and snowflakes?

–Leighrick

Reoccuring Dream

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      I’ve been having this reoccurring dream, that keeps waking me up. My heart feels weak, beating slowly, and my stomach hurts. I sat up in my bed, and my head began to pound. I laid down again. I worried myself to sleep, but I worried so much I woke myself up an hour later. I cant explain the feeling, all I know is that I hated it. I suffer every minutes I am awake. I still haven’t come up an with an explanation for it.

      I feel that way with my emotions; I just have no control over it. Before I go to sleep, I feel like my heart stopped for quite a little bit. I think the insomnia is f— with my head. It’s like I cant think straight anymore. I feel unfocused. Sort of like all my jackets need to be straightened. Left with the inability to dream, I feel like the epitome of the living dead.

      My nose bled a little bit. Since I was child sometimes it does that, but in the mirror all i see is red. Oddly enough it’s my favorite color. I don’t know if it’s the law of attraction, or if I am being haunted. Life gets even more real the less I sleep. I don’t want to go to the doctor because all they’ll do is label me.

-Leighrick