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When the Hands Touch

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I lifted my hand to raise the bar,

You lifted your hand with anger to discharge.

 

Flirting with poetic justice behind these thin bars.

It kills me to see this love dying.

 

 it’s even worse knowing I’m a part.

 

We started a garden, and you’ve mistreated our seeds.

It takes a city to raise a tree,

and a village to nurture their growth successfully.

 

To look at you is gruesome.

 

How did we split ways like X, come together, then arrive at an end like Z.

 

Furthermore,

Who am I to say?…the least

Who am I if I stay?

 

 I spread my wings as that of a seagull;

Heading towards the Bay because I see goals I’m striving to obtain.

 

 That I put behind your pride,

The same position you left the knife in my back.

Ashamed.

 

I rose to realize your lies and I were laying one in the same.

Instead I laid with my loves, our hearts one in the same.

 

You appear once again, at the crossroads of Insane and Who to blame.

Blame it on the Alcohol, the Girls, the Weed, just not Me.

 

You can point two fingers, but those other six aren’t pointed towards Me.

 

We were the arrows, when you felt lost

We pointed back, leaving you an open seat.

You chose paths before day broke.

 

is it the money?

 

Funny,

I wouldn’t pay a penny out of my 2-sense for a dollar worth of your thoughts.

Looking for a quarter figure in a dime worth no more then a nickel.

 

Money makes the world go round,

You’re circling betrayal chasing behind confusion.

This disillusion is far more real than what you can fathom, and still have yet to feel.

 

When the pain kicks in,

I hope the waters overflow the sky;

Allowing me to taste your tears in the raindrops during my parade.

 

I know your up there hiding somewhere…

 

Gone.

 

–Leighrick

Ace of Hearts

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I’ve felt the ground beneath my feet

I’ve felt the cloud in my palms,

Journeyed through Satan’s temple, and

Witnessed the gates guarding heavens doors —

All while loving you.

This isn’t easy baby,

I work hard to be sure you’re happy, and

It’s like you don’t even need me, baby

Have you thought about life without me?

I dream many nights you disappeared, but

Within them I lost myself en route to you.

I think I know you love me.

When you mistreat me, and  mislead me,

it makes it hard to see.

It’s hard loving you baby, but giving up is too easy.

Now your fading, fading, fading…

I find myself hugging you; really it’s just the photographs.

I use to smile at the thought of you, now a smirk struggles to raise a facade.

Where did we go wrong?

I cannot continue to manipulate happiness.

You introduced me to the stars, then left me in the dark.

I’m trying to rekindle the spark, but

its fading, fading, fading...

You’re so tame!

I wish you would fight for me:

Like rip the sheets off the bed, because

their touching me more than you are physically capable,

Like you don’t want to sleep with any pillows, because

You want my head to be pressed against your chest.

And

I count the rhythm of your heart beats.

We become in sync.

Make the sweetest music with our breaths, and then

come together again in our dreams.

My Love,

You use to be my solider now the words you drop mirror bombs.

Cold wars in the kitchen

Cold stares when you’ve been missing.

Folded arms no longer open for embrace.

Why are you acting so senseless, as if you’re emotionally bankrupt

and the place I had in you’re heart is now vacant, and being foreclosed – by You.

I’m faded.

I am everything without you,

we’re so much more when we’re together.

Birds of a feather — insert cliche].

I am naked and alone.

I’ve exposed myself to you !

You harbor the negatives and strip positives.

You’ve put a cloak over my emotions, and now…

I am no body to you.

Your clothes give me something to hold on to.

The cologne gives me feelings to remember.

I’m too hurt to eat these contradicting thoughts are my food.

Regurgitating truths.

We are fading…

I didn’t have to see you sweat to know you were passionate.

Time is money and I’m still paying for your attention.

Love is nonrefundable.

We’ve already invested the time.

You’re dismissing me

And

I am missing you while I’m holding you in my arms.

Love is a battlefield,

I will win the war.

-Leighrick

Goodnight Never Goodbye

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This is Real.

The hurt in my chest,

the plugged ears,

the consistency of tears.

My cries for some understanding.

—

Unanswered.

Deceit has sent me overboard.

Like a coward my arms could no longer bare the burden of my heart, my mind, and his words.

Regrettably —

I have no life vest.

I fell off and into what I thought was a puddle;

Except the more agony I felt, the more the water swallowed my body.

The most meaningful attribute to life, tasteful but bittersweet.

Every time a thought of you crosses, mini movies of recollections replay,

and the pain in my heart is replenished.

Lost in a sea of  crocodile tears, swollen eyes, a gorged nose, and a heartbroken by life.

Actualize a racing mind.

Time is drowning me in my own emo-ocean.

Much time is given, yet I feel like sailing out my mind.

Envision

Fishing with the thoughts of regrets, and Paragliding with reminiscence.

Through a Cold War, actions often kill, but

Love is stronger than death.

Despite love being uncontrollable, no matter how hard death tries it cannot intervene people in love.

Love is stronger than death, although it can’t stop death from happening, no matter how hard death tries it can’t separate people from love.

Therefore,

Death cannot take away memories either.

In the end, love is always stronger.

So you see —

A part of you has grown in me.

Allowing me to  cease the worries, raise up, and stand strong

It’s you and me together like time and eternity

and never afar,

maybe in distance,

but never by heart.

Goodnight I say,

Never a Goodbye.

–Leighrick

The High Life

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Lately, it’s been feeling like we’re torn apart. Why there’s such distance? That’s a question that’s weighing heavy on my heart.

 I have some things to say; only I struggle with where to start.

 I see your wounds, and I want to heal those scars.

 I want to hear the adventure in your stories, until I discover who you are.

 I feel your love when I’m missing; wondering where am I going.

 What you don’t know is that I’m going to forget names, and forget shames.

And when I go, I leave my feelings at the door.

It’s hard for me to remember the last time you smiled at me; truthfully, I think that’s what hurts the most.

Just because you speak affectionate words, doesn’t mean you have faithful thoughts.

Tonight it kind of hit me while I was praying I would make it to 21 —

 It took 40 oz to consult me.

You said you were concerned about me; that’s when I knew I had to — up and leave.

Sitting in the passenger side thinking to myself, “Why am I still struggling?”

Seems to me the lesson learned is that we all make mistakes.

Yes, I can explain why my eyes are so low, red, and glossy.

It’s because I want a real hug.

Your silence is punishment.

 

Excuse me.

 

Signed Seventh,

 -Leighrick

The Amazing Race?

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You’ve been there. I’ve been there. People long to be there, but who wants to leave? People run away from love. People chase love. In essence, it’s all on the same track. Hard to tell who is sprinting and who is fleeing. They’re all chasing it without knowing who’s in front. Whose chasing who and who’s is running away?

–Leighrick

Natural Selection : Ignorant Humor

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Its Funny.

 

Funny to that, we think.

 

We think our ideas are unique.

 

Out of the millions among us,

living and deceased.

 

We think of ourselves as the

 

Definition of Originality.

 

What he thought was clever,

the next man thought of it as a joke,

 

What this woman’s been dreaming of,

many elder women already wrote.

 

So if you’re thinking to get ahead,

You’re already behind.

 

Instead think enrichment,

because all the riches in the world,

can’t buy you enlightenment..

 

There is a reason.

There are resolutions.

 

If only,

U – N – I

Unite,

Hence forming an

Union,

In which

WE

Utilize

Agility & Love.

 

Therefore,

The retrogression of our development will cease.

The blind will then see,

The dead will bury the dead.

 

Thus the evolution will occur.

Spiritual & Mental.

 

So you tell me,

What do you think this piece is about?

 

-Leighrick

Open Door Policy

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You left the door open.

I’m not sure if you know;

I’m peeping through windows,

Seeing if your alone.

I’m one foot in and one foot out

The closer you approach,

My heart starts beating faster.

Do I have time to run away?

Should I stay and tough it out?

I can’t forget what it’s like to be in the same room as you…

We don’t have to speak,

Because we make conversation through our eyes.

Let me know, who knows how to Love you like I do?

Who’s one touch can change your mood?

What kind of bullshit have you gotten use to?

If this was 21 questions, would you be truthful?

No matter if it hurt my feelings,

If I step foot in the house…

Should I be prepared to lose you?

A house is not a home,

When I left,

Where you did you find shelter?

Is it in some other womans lap – I mean shack.

I sneak down to the basement;

It’s flooding.

I can see the emotional wreckage.

The foundation’s penetrated deep with inquisitions and incisions.

Concrete cannot be plastered over

This needs to be rebuilt.

The living room is empty,

is there some irony in that?

Long halls decorated with picture perfect memories.

It’s dark back here.

Spider webs and memories collecting dust.

Do you ever roam these feelings, just to reminisce?

I guess you just stay in the front…

I see a names and numbers, but

I wont bothering hurting myself and look.

Composition books spread across the floor,

Balled up papers adorn the table.

In the refrigerator, no more selfish left to make meals?

Cups half empty, very few half full.

Dishes and dirty laundry piled up like secrets.

I saw your notebook,

Willingly with restraint to look in it.

Wondering what lays next to it.

What I mistook for empty syringes, were just empty pens,

With my picture underneath.

It’s time to leave,

Rekindling feelings of vulnerable.

In this crib,

Where once my baby and I slept.

And overslept,

And sexed,

And cried,

And laughed,

And ate,

And wrestled,

And argued,

And I packed,

And it. . . .rained.

Crying silently, I creep out.

Trying my best not to leave traces

Showing that I revisited this house…

Just as my body is half way out the door,

My hand is snatched

…and it’s yours.

You ask me to stay a while,

I can’t even look you in your face.

Instead I look down, because my eyes give me away.

Identical with my heart, my voice cracks.

You found me, but I am at a loss for words.

Uncertainty about  how I should feel.

Should I smile or should I slap you?

We both felt the pain, that our mistakes could never amount to.

But forgiveness is a drug,

I can’t help to self prescribe.

Nevertheless I leave..

My hand slipping out of yours slowly,

I try to look back but I refuse,

Is this Deja Vu?

Everything’s moving so fast,

In an instance I’m nowhere near you, but with time —

With time I’m your next door neighbor.

I’m sitting in my living room, half past dead

Watching other people live their realities in shallow misery, just to have intuition left to comfort me

And you call me..

We talk

And then you talk for hours.

I got the flowers you’d leave on my doorstep.

You offer me dinner,

I’m not sure if my heart can afford yet..

A sacrifice, I am not sure I’m willing to take

Instead – I say, “maybe“.

Eventually,

I ask you over my place for lunch.

You agree…

This isn’t a happy ending,

I am hardly satisfied.

I would like to know,

Who loves you like I do?

Or should’ve

Or would’ve

Or could’ve

Or doesn’t?

Honestly…Did I even know how to?

–Leighrick