Vigilant Leighrick, Poetic Renegade
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 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 —
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
Picture ya life on the subway –
Labeled a runaway.
Always taught to chase dreams, but catching them was never imagined.
On the train til infinity, where every malfunction exceeds a boundary.
The sky ain’t the limit, its the ticket.
What’s the difference?
I can see beyond the colors of the prism.
I have touched many moons.
Floating – weightless –
Patient.
Healing myself, still doctoring the wounds from when they severed the ties to my portal.
The only home I’ve known, now it just seems as if love don’t live here no more…
So I roam.
Telling the streets my secrets.
Leaving tattoos when I spit the words penetrate the skin.
The concrete cracks.
A Rose emerges.
The train door closes before I even look back…
I pricked myself on the thorns, I wail as the horn sounds…I realize
My overstanding reality is under attack.
-Vigilant Leighrick
Still in a room,
A broken mirror reflects flawless smiles of all those that once stared before it.
Gleaming eyes looking for themselves in fragments of light.
I can’t yet see through.
Walking…
My tears and the street lights create stained glass.
Looking at memories abandoned in pictures, and the pain that is sheltered, buried, and concealed in temples.
Implicitly.
Shattered and now broken open.
I pick up the pieces with the roughest edges first.
I cut myself — countless times.
It hurts not to scream!
As a child you are taught that silence is comforting,
Explicitly a fools gold, a dastardly violence.
The blood has been contaminated with secrecy.
Life’s own mystery;
What good is the knowledge of hystori if the truth never gets told?
Exposed.
Undressing wounds
I see myself in rare form….beautiful….
Vulnerable.
This bigger picture envisioned is actually a puzzle;
we are each others pieces.
There are no borders, filters, nor frames….
Regardless not everyone fits, still you are..
Limitless…
-Leighrick
Welcome…
I do not have dreams. I have a large potraits of reality, everynight, and the next morning it all comes true. I am staring into a black screen, with nothing but frustration running through my mind. It’s begun to tire out my mind, and testing my feelings. Struggling to find the diamond in the rough, except diamonds are oh so cold, and I’m warm blooded. How would the ring fit around my heart? The beats steady pumping, my emotions are getting pimped, my thoughts are getting trampled, and the tears run down my lip.
Open Lab — let them operate on the chaos, putting together the pieces of Lady Chaot!c, and some touches of nuclear spit. The life I lead is unsafe. It’s true misery needs company. Only my company has gone bankrupt to the depths of life’s rotting anatomy. If I die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul take, so it may be that I am a legend in Gods eyes.
With stress as the monkey on my back, unconditional love is feeding it banana’s. A volcano of sorrow has erupted. Is this such a way for a young black female to live her life? The fight for getting a decent education, but its shadow of confusion and uncontrollable exoticism is the only light. I’ll follow that with my heart instead of my mind.
That is why they call me Lady Chaotic, lyrically spiritual, but my opinions are explicit.
–Leighrick also.known.as {Chaot!c}
I’m about as ungrateful as impatient can get me.
The type that forgets hospitals exist when I am sick.
And often times, I wish there was only 6.
Like maybe there’d be some balance if the odd didn’t exist.
Fixated on my crowded loneliness.
Wiping my tears as I reminiscence.
Trying to find the “I” in dependent, bout as hard as it gets.
So I sip & I twist.
I have dwelled with the premature & tolerated pre-Madonnas.
I’ve disguised my pride and dressed my thoughts.
Been on the same page as many, but rarely ever the same book.
I have mistaken blessings for a curses.
Let go of my ego for equality,
Breaking fast for fallen soldiers in the army of humanity, in the war of morality.
Experienced the experiment of genocide.
Ive stayed inside to hide, then stood tall when no one was around.
Smiled, when inside it’s a frown.
Often –
I walk with my head down.
Until then,
The pen personifies my motives.
The paper organizes my thoughts into origami, shifting shapes into my alter persona.
A schizophrenic Gemini, filled with personality, conflicted by decision.
I put my hand up for a time-out but this motion picture, illiterate to intermissions.
Ticketed oppression.
I digress.
Throw my hands up in confession
“I’m not who you think I am!” —
My soul goes deeper than my reflection.
Complacency is more effortless than depression.
Independence has a currency, Protection.
Some say, “Money makes the world go ’round“, but
Its a recession.
So has the world withheld movement?
Funny we think it revolves around us, but
We’re no where close to the moon.
See the solar system?
In my souls there’s a system,
Replace uncertainty with Faith.
Everything lives & everyone dies.
You see,
This world might seem cold, and soon these storm clouds will turn to rain.
Meaning — I am the sun that will shine,
As you fret and precipitate, my words will ease the pain.
For every smile there’s 100 times the drops of rain.
So plant your seed, and let the roots dig deeper than what the eyes can see, the hand can touch, and the heart can feel.
Become one with your growth, but never be the one to cut down a tree.
Just because their still doesn’t mean they don’t scream.
….
Did you hear it?
-Leighrick
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