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Journey of a Gemini

The Journey of a Gemini

 

I’ve been on this journey seeking the other half of me.

 

My eyes have grown weary & my heart weak.

 

My head hung low in disappointment.

 

To the point I’m trying to reach, each step seems as though I’m getting further in distance.

 

I sit in isolation, sand storms caressing my mind, blizzards comforting my heart, and the great flood drowning my soul.

Heat stroke seemed only to be the only thing comforting me.

 

Until he came and sat beside me.

I felt his ear to my soul…

His thoughts beating to the rhythm of my heart.

I smile because he’s found me.

 

The Journey of a Gemini

 

I’ve sought to find the other half of me.

 

I am his sun.

He is my moon.

 

I wonder if knows he’s found me in my worst storm.

That the rain just isn’t nature’s cry for help, but my own spirits.

 

I want him,

I want him to understand, his smile is my sunset and his eyes are my ocean.

Understand he is my place of peace,

Someone who hears my screams and yells back to comfort me.

I run my hands through the sand, his trails and tribulations.

His breaths kindred to the night waves.

He is my reach past the stars, and the sky…with him I feel no limits.

 

And

 

If I am to him Queen, He is my King..

 

Pour out our thoughts.

Mix our Love.

And build a barricade around our sandcastle.

 

This is the Journey of a Gemini.

 

I realize what lies beyond his eyes

&

The difference between what lies hes been told, and what lies in his heart.

 

As I lie in his arms

He embraces my anticipation.

 

This journey reflects on my rebuilding of trust.

 

Does he know he is the foundation?

 

Everyday will be Summer time, because I will be his sun shining light on his journey as well.

 

This is the story of a Gemini.

 

I’ve found the other half of me.

 

He knows the other half, nobody has ever known,

He is the half of me, I’m always been afraid of showing

 

but

 

Somehow through this poem, my feelings for him just flow.

 

Massaging his doubts..

Our fingers interlock, and we’ll begin our journey together.

 

The only dream I look forward to, he seems to be better than reality its self.

 

I wonder…

 

Is this journey of a Gemini only a dream, because if so fuck that…I want him inside of me.

Not only thoughts, but in feelings,

not only by touch is he healing

but he comforts me, when it feels as though I am emotionless

Incapable of affection…

 

I feel so Emotional that I am Emotionless

I often wonder if he’s testing me…teasing me?

 

Love has no boundaries, I stopped to take a break…I gave up on that shit!

I look ahead, and loves found me.

Now I wonder…should I further this journey?

Mother these problems?

Become acquainted with long lost feelings?

Curse the father of my thoughts?

Pet the idea of falling in love again?

 

Love hurt me before, my chambers turned ice cold

&

My rib cage turned into jail bars.

I feel myself unable to escape.

 

I wonder if he knows this is me?

Am I accepted?

All I ask for is my love to be respected — and if wants to

 

He can grab my hand, and join me.

 

This is the journey of a Gemini.

 

I am half asleep with my eyes wide open.

I cant see him, but I hear him, and I feel our love growing closer.

 

He yells, “Love Stinks!

Well that love stench is me, because I’ve been traveling for to long on this damn journey.

 

But

 

What can I say?...It’s the Gemini in Me.

 

-Leighrick

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The Tree That Fell in the City

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

Gem-In-Eye

I wrote this exactly 3 years ago 6/10/10 for my little sister when she was a Freshman and I was a Senior in H.S. Once a teammate always family…. On June 10th, 2013 — she turned 18 years old, has gone to prom, graduated high school, and is now going off to college. My…how time flies! I love you Lil Mama!

For Dominique,

When I look in the mirror I see you.
June is the month…twins are the symbol.
You are my kindness when I’m angry.
The smile to my frown.
The understanding of my peculiarity.

The soundtrack of your laughter drowns out all my sorrows,
And if it wasn’t for you, I’d barely be able to look forward to tomorrow.

We favor Big Heads, Small Eyes, Light-Brown Skin, and Deep hearts.

Your are the mini me, from our first conversation I felt you were long lost kin to me.

I look deeper into the mirror and I see more of you.
I see the Gym-In-Eye… And I’ve tried to make some sense of 15 but sometimes I just end up a nickle short.

My twin minus 10…plus 4…equals 14.

The frame for this mirror cannot uphold this much innocence.
I check my outfit and today..I want to wear my heart on my sleeve, so today when everyone reads my shirt it’ll read, “Dominique”

As I put my hand up to touch the mirror…I gaze into the warmth of the brown.
And this I see a Gem-In-[my]Eye.

Last night I dreamed a stork delivered you to the house I call a gym.
Your basket was made of orange leather, your pillow comforts your strength, I unravel your blanket of confidence, and change your diaper because it has absorbed all of your weakness. I dress you with a shirt that reads, “teach me“. Your first steps were you driving, and your first words were good game, and many times I’ve seen you destroy all odds that were against you.

I’ve comforted you when you cried about being in the middle, which is a sign you’ll make it top the top. With your head held high, determination of your heart, the guidance of your mind, and eyes locked on your destination.

But then,I sat with you in the middle of the court, holding you in my arms. I watched you sleep…exhaling your doubts and worries, and inhaling your humility.

Around you is where I can always find the peace in me, and discover a piece of me…You.

I wrote you this poem, so like a mirror when you look into it your able to see me even when I’m not present.
I’ve given you this gift; however, this is not a poem, but a mirror.

So when you look into the words you see your pupils.
And when you look deeper you’ll see your pupils just as I see you when I look through the mirror.

Hopefully when you read this you can hear me laugh when your down, see me dancing the days you’re feeling worn out, and hear me go “Who Cares?” when that special times comes around.

And to end this poem, I take one last look in the mirror, and focus on my eye and every time I do..I’ll see not a diamond, nor a pearl, or a ruby, I just see you my Gem-In-Eye.

Love Always,

Leighrick