Black Thought

Heavy hearts are burdens
Broken hearts are cherished.

For love we perish
In love we age.

With black clouded fantasies,
to make believe is valued.

The proof is in the pudding,
Instant truth digesting questions.

More questions than answers
curiosity spreads like cancer.

The sickness of inaccuracy corrodes faith.

Maybe all the rights are wrong
Maybe all the downs are up

May be the reason we think the sky houses souls
When it rains is that them crying, listening to the lies being told?
Watching the future unfold.

A wrinkle in time is a smile perceived as beauty.
Strength mirrors will.

To become or to exist?

Trying is harder than living, but death is defying?

Answering questions with questions, seems to be the only answer.

Leighrick

Words Involving You

Lately, I can’t seem to take the “i” out of Pain. Instead I try and focus on the word “believe”, but I couldnt get over the fact within that word is the word “lie”. What is belief without Truth?
At night I go outside, sit on my porch with my hoodie on my head, and star gaze.
Blowing smoke in-disguise.
The person I have the potential to be is unrecognizable. Somehow tho, she is the person every one see’s when looking at me. I see glimpses, but it seems evident to everyone except me. I wonder – Is this about accepting? Could be I too busy worrying about protection? After all failure is inevitable, and when it all falls down I must pick my self up.
Ultimately, I have discovered that Faith is one of the greatest test in life. I noticed that all of these words have an “I” in it as well. You see often doubt is captivating; however, I refuse to imprison myself. I tried asking myself what’s better, critiquing the game or playing it for yourself?
Then I answered…..

-Leighrick