A lifeline of timeless love.
Listening to thoughts.
A Lifetime of memories.
Feelings of pain in pleasure.
Life x Infinity
This light will shine forever.
Define the number of times, we wished we could hit rewind, then get wrapped up in the future.
Today is what we have to hold,
A gift held together tight with arms like bows.
What matters is what’s inside, us.
The magic of wisdom, worth more than gold.
Eye lids unfold like the stories whispered in our dreams.
Oooh, how I long to decipher what it all really means…..
“I leave pennies heads up for others to find for luck, but it seems someone is stealing the change out of the fountains.“
If loving you is wrong, then I want to be right, cause I heard opposites attract, and I know it’s true because when I was in the dark you were my light. Like iced tea, and batteries. Two negatives only make a positive when they are multiplied, but I’m not ready for children. So until then instead of hearing me, I ask you to listen.
“if you feed a dog a frog, he’ll poop a prince”.
Are you willing to die for what you believe in?
What is it that you believe?
What makes you a believer?
Make believe, made me believe honesty was just a fairytale..
Break Fast & Read Slow.
This morning I sit contemplating, scrummaging through synonyms and personifications. I take a stab at exercising mediation and writing being in sync.
Once upon a time I believed that communication in relationships [i.e Family, Intimate, Friends ,etc] was farfetched. Telling one person, let alone the world how I feel? Never!That is…until I picked up a pen, maybe it was a pencil, or maybe I was sitting at the computer abusing it with my bead eyes and frolicking fingers.
Since then I have been pursing creative writing. First – I wrote with intentions of beefing up my confidence, but more importantly I found an outlet. The feeling is natural, as I began to simmer down writing became a healthier alternative for expressing myself, and the way I feel.
I have dissected every syllable and ingested every doubt. Collecting memories like recipes, and holding them close like secrets.
No longer do I believe that I am restricted to pain, sadness, tearful joy, trauma, warm love, oppression, heartbreak, etc to produce a gem. The pressure has ceased, and all these ingredients are just that.
As appetizing as it reads – surely it does not define the divine Goddess I am.
So currently I am marinating in this process of enlightenment. Soaking up the pungent frustration and tart effortlessness. I am the author of [my] cookbook; is your mind malnourished? How about some dessert for thought, the sweetest tasting intellect served on a platinum incrusted paper plate.
Thus allowing you to savor every simile, break down every syllable, and extract every nutrient from my light, and let the imagery melt in your hand and mouth, this is what love tastes like.
Bon Appétit !,
– Vigilant Leighrick, Poetic Renegade.
I am not a doormat for your emotions, nor am I a wall for your projection! I am a human being! Dammit
Man sometimes I get so frustrated with myself and the mistakes I make, but I realize I will keep making them until I learn my lesson. I have to also take into consideration that I am young, but no matter what age I am these life comes with its set of challenges. I am grateful to have the set of eyes to realize this. I wont be able to spell satisfaction with the action. I will be better.
And now I write.
I allow my pen to cry in the comfort of the paper.
Words hug my soul they are my comfort in cold.
I toss and I turn…too many unfinished poems.
Half sleeping with a full mind.
Another restless night
Woken up by the constant coughing that’s been going on for months.
A mind racing to beat the thoughts of loneliness.
Sprint to the bathroom
and rinse your face with the melting ice from your heart.
Look in the mirror into the eyes that scream dedication.
Clean the tongue that swallows all the sweet & sour lies.
Wipe the mouth that thirst for affection.
Wash the disappointment from your face
Back to Bed.
Using the pillow cover the ears...the walls keep calling.
Keep the lights off…
Darkness is Misery’s Best Friend.
Slip into a deep coma.
Dreams become an euphoria; then you awake and
Begin the battle with nightmares…Also.Known.As Reality.