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
Should I have assumed this was quicksand?
I’ve always been intrigued by the gentleness of the beach.
Upon my arrival, the land was dry
My tears reached the surface and my breaths shortened.
I looked down…I am drowning,
Treading through thoughts of my own anxiety.
This could be considered a natural disaster.
Trying to hold on…just hold on….
Just save me but sacrifice yourself.
-Leighrick
People can’t smell their own shit, like they have something up their noses.
They don’t even bother to flush the toilet.
That stench could make this whole place a hazard zone.
Danger! Danger!
Read all about it.
There’s knives in backs, children slain, and money missing out of wallets.
These mask are impeccable,
Who are the cosmetologist?
Quite plastic you are, because you don’t feel a thing.
Your smile is misery’s company.
Am I your pain medicine?
When you’re hurting, you use me, and abuse me.
Leaving me clueless & empty.
Vacant like the lots that surround our inner cities.
In the shadows of the Hollywood lights –
Do the people who don’t have property own the streets, or is this war?
I have the tattoos of a warrior,
Inexperienced perceptions of being ready for the battle,
I fought back.
Revealing contusions deeper than trenches
Thankfully, spirits cannot be paralyzed.
But surely they can be idle.
Fairy tale endings don’t exist in this nightmare.
I told you I’d never leave you, and you abandoned me.
I guess along with depression, vanity is your companion, because
They are the only two things that seem to last in this material world
where wearing aura isn’t fashionable, but
Lady Gaga’s doing something right.
Danger! Danger!
Read all about it
There’s parent-less children, starving countries, corruption in knowledge, and misuse of power!
Why should we pay to go to college if I am the future?
People should learn to invest in tomorrow.
Trying to drink from the fountain of youth,
When did it become so hard to swallow?
You’ve been marinating for some years,
Give thanks for the time borrowed.
Like napkins you can’t give it back, at least not the way you accepted it.
What do all these preconceived beliefs of being immaculate mean?
Days continue to elapse.
I’ve been pregnant with this piece.
I don’t know about you, but I came out the womb screaming!
“PEACE!”
Hanging by a thread they cut without my permission.
I was covered in blood, they should’ve gave me a few more minutes
Before cutting off my oxygen, my food supply…..most importantly my mother & I’s connection.
So you see, you cant get clean, if you haven’t been dirty.
And just because you’re standing now, doesn’t mean that you are sturdy.
Unless you’re a palm tree?
Deceivingly slim, surprisingly strong.
I use to think the dew on grass were tears from trees, because they were lonely.
Danger! Danger!
Read all about it.
Don’t follow the shadows, they can’t see where they’re headed.
The blind leading the blind is a misconception.
My pen is my weapon,
That only spreads love.
HUG LIFE!
Every stranger could use one.
“Outside it’s dark and dismal.
Inside I feel like summer.”
-Leighrick
Your kisses feel like wet cotton.
Your embrace is energizing like hot coffee.
I notice you have this glaze in your eye that could make a donut jealous…
Each moment is memorizing, like a dream that’s never ending.
Existing in this space together; such closeness can be invigorating.
Who knew we could time travel?
Behold the future.
Who knew there could be privacy in honesty?
Trusting you with the a version of myself I have yet to accept.
Who knew beauty could exist in such awkwardness?
Giving me the chance to feel special through the blues.
Talking all that jazz, whispering sweet nothings..
smooth like a 90s R&B single.
They don’t know…
You make me wanna..
Love a little bit harder, hold on tight, so we can get stronger
In the face of right and wrong
Everything is everything, but nothing even matters.
Disown the mis-education of unconditional love.
-Leighrick
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