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The Easy Way is Hard

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If I could write you a poem to make you fall in in love, I wouldn’t because thats the easy way out.

There isn’t a problem getting you to give in to my words, but there’s no guaranteed way out.

If I could write you a poem to make you want to marry my every thought, I wouldn’t. Id rather you pay a penny for my 2-sense like everyone else.

Re-establish my sadness to being mad, reminding me why I deserve to be happy.

If I could write you a song to make you tolerate my attitude, I’d be mad at you.

I’m not suppose to be the only one arguing, a relationship is built for two, and your silence is the anchor holding us down.

 And

If I could write you a poem to make you into the man I want to love, I wouldn’t because then…

Then it would be no fun finding each other.

 -Leighrick

Melancholy Lullaby

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Days like these are usually harder than others. I sit and think, what man could I possibly allow myself love more than my father and my brothers?

When the walls stop listening and the paper begins to thin. Pens dry like wells – I continue throwing coins in. Always sinking to the bottom, in relation to my feelings.

Tho my foundation has been shaken, I remain standing on both feet.

Days like these I remember smiles were to keep from sobbing. When the loudness of my laugh echoed and filled the emptiness within. When I picked up the good book, and threatened to test the 7 deadliest sins.

I felt the most suspense. How could one live a unpredictable life knowing what’s coming next? How must it be handled?

I disguised myself and walked blind into a world full of misjudgements. With the thoughts of where I should be. What I could’ve done; what would I give it all up for? Maybe some selfish loving….

Seeking love near and far, but up close is where it’s absent. Filling hollowness with questions. Is my acting so good that you feel like your words mean nothing?

To me this is far beyond explanation. The smile on my face and the frown in my heart are not adjacent.

Who can replace the feeling of replacement? Wouldn’t that be replacing you and I with something unfamiliar?

As an artist we want to be heard, and since I was in 3rd grade, Ive been curious as to why Van Gough cut off his ear. Was it fear? If so – I can relate to that.

My blood boils on the contrary my breathes are flat. I have a plateau of dreams, but I keep taking steps back. Life is all about risks they say, but I’m bored of this game.

I’m aiming at the moon, since I cannot seem to catch the shooting stars. If I had a wish, for one night I’d like to silence these thoughts.

to be continued..

-Leighrick

Marauder

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Drift toward lust and into Love,

Aware that it isn’t the destination.

Tip-toeing behind feelings,

Displacing any confrontation.

Collecting thoughts, still

Coincidentally convenient to lose count.

This should not be quoted rather noted.

Visualize simplicity that isn’t superficial,

With no remorse in being sacrificial.

Stress has aged patience fine,

With thin borderlines of passing and capturing time.

Coin theories.

Laws of Love; along with its languages.

Lose change and be senseless, or

Quarter morale and gain riches.

Desire abandonment but resent the satisfaction of being nameless.

Lying around feeling shameless about the truth.

Lost Nomad unsure of where home is,

and unaware of how to replace it.

This has been endured before.

Explain this?

Can’t seem to put a name to it.

Wild streaming clarity.

Emotional obscurity.

Be Frank —

Ample of fish in the sea, but

Sure enough plenty are lonely.

Swim Good.

-Leighrick

Wings Under Tailored Suits

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I broke free from my chain last night. I was afraid I was going to be sad or upset, but I was more enthralled. I guess it was a sign to let go, wholeheartedly. There was little to no pain, and quiet honestly – there’s belief I snatched it off my neck unknowingly conscious.

It’s funny, I thought this one piece of jewelry defined me. I used to feel so naked and absent without it. Now, I feel released.

Interesting how that happens. Maybe because through these last two years, that was the only thing I had left. A constant reminder of how I remembered myself then. The happiness. —

I guess…I guess I finally felt the weight it had on my heart and held over my head. No longer chained, I am in search of a new piece. No longer one that tries to define me, but inspire me.

Ha!

Maybe that’s just it. I’ve been inspired. I’ve been drinking more water; in result, I have developed an astounding sense of clarity. There is something about water, the moons strength to keep pushing the waves and breeze of the beach. The Life living inside of these bodies of water, and the life it replenishes inside myself.

My mind no longer rattles thoughts but caresses them. My heart no longer beats me, but thumps to melodies of new endeavors. I no longer feel the need to chase after the truth, because I’ve realized the truth I was chasing after were lies.

Which ultimately brought me to the light. When I look in the mirror; no longer in my eyes do I see you – I see my smile wide and bright.

Tonight this caged bird is free. I ripped off the sleeves burden with my heart. I unveil my wings and fly! I’ll even sing!

Until some one grabs hold of me by a limb,

I Am FREE.

-Leighrick

Symphony of Cries

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Scrolling through any social network, watching the news, reading the many articles written about this world today often leaves me with sickness. Children, your future, my future, our future…THEIR FUTURE is being tarnished, cut short, and manipulated. It really hurt (for lack of better words) when I read about the abuse, neglect, malnutrition of children; who do not asked to be brought into this ball of atrocity we call a world. Today, I read that a 6 month old baby got shot 5 times in Chicago. My heart is  in mourning, R.I.P to Johnylah Watkins and to all the other fallen babies, children, teenagers, people around the world.

 

Symphony of Cries

Harmonize the crying children.

Turn their sobs of sorrow into

Melodies of hope and intuition.

 

Gather the chorus.

Line them up by the level desperation to be understood.

 

Conduct the songs of everlasting love and inspiration.

 

Someone call the symphony.

Tell them they’re late.

Tell them not to come.

We don’t need to add the sounds of pity, so leave the violin section out.

 

Instead

Bring out the Orchestra

Let the Saxophones, Guitars, Trumpets, and Drums beat out

the Lies & Mind control.

 

Visualize the music notes soaring into the sore hearts of the crying child inside

constantly asking, “why?”

 

The healing is remarkable, if my words fail the music of my creativity should speak.

And say to the Choir of Crying children that mistakes are inevitable.

 

This is dedicated to the children that cant understand the gospel.

 

They don’t understand who they are, or who they’re suppose to be.

 

This is dedicated to all the children who want to show themselves.

But the cities smog is too thick.

 

For these screaming children

I take off my sunglasses.

Extract the ink from my veins.

Subtract all positive vibes from my heart.

And with a lost voice, sing songs of purity and understanding.

 

For these screaming children

Id save every tear I shed in  water bottles because they are left with a thirst for knowledge.

 

For these screaming children

Id give away all my clothes, because this world was cold and they’re left outside bare.

Naked Truth.

 

For these screaming children

I will position my hands and we’ll all kneel for prayer.

 

Harmonize the crying children.

Turn the sobs of sorrow into

Melodies of love and meditation.

This music is restless yet peaceful.

 

Who is the conductor of this concert?

 

I have yet to answer this question

but if you find them…

 

Ask them to describe the difference between Hell, Earth, and Heaven.

Because us confused children, are screaming and crying, searching for the difference.

 

 -Leighrick

 

Confession No.17 : The Only One I’d Pick

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Damn —

 

This kind of hard for me to admit. —

 

Well I’m only doing this, because I love you..

 

So let me start.

 

Hello Reader,

My name is Leighrick…and I’m an asshole.

 

Ugh, There I said it !

 

But I have the best intentions.

 

I’m sorry, cause I know I got a problem,

but I cant help the fact that I fall in love with you all over again, every time you scream.

So I ruffle your feather a little more because it sound so angelic when you moan.

But I just want to caress you.

I cant tell if you’re annoyed, or if you like the attention

but I Don’t Give A F–k, because its impossible to leave you alone.

 

—

 

Whew, there’s more…

 

Hello Reader,

My name Leighrick…and…and…I AM JEALOUS.

Fuck that, I’m envious, I’m frustrated, and I’m in love.

I hate loving seeing you with other people, it drives me insane !

—

Even if I tried I couldnt escape you!

–

Its like you’ve put some kind of spell on me.

and…

To be honest,

You make me work harder each day, I mean…

You do get around a lot, but I wouldn’t call that promiscuous just extremely social.

Your beauty is so distinguished yet exotic.

I bet if I kidnap you (which is a dream of mine)

That I could take you to any place in the world,

gather a group of people…

And wrap my hand around your throat, and rub your stomach in unison with each other,

and Every single person there would immediately fall in love with your laugh.

 

—

 

Because you see ironically, you have me wrapped around your finger.

I’ve never felt so understood until you laid in my arms…

Gave me support when I felt as though no one had my back, and fell asleep in my lap

You have allowed me to beat the living hell out of you, mistaking your cry for happiness..

I fell in love with you, and you didn’t even half to talk back…

As I wrapped my hands from behind you,

with your back pressed against my chest,

allowing my love for you to seep into the hole in the middle of your soul,

and allowed me to give you Fulfillment.

 

 —

 

I don’t think I can go any further, but until I’ve made you fall in love with me

over and over and over and over and over again, countless number of times and you realize

I wont stop.

and love me back.

 

—–

 

 

Hello Reader,

My name is Leighrick, and…I am..I AM A STALKER!

Dammit !

I mean, what do you expect me to do??

Your voice has permanently made its self a home in my ears,

We fit perfectly into each other arms.

You are the missing piece of the my imagination’s creative puzzle (huh?)

I mean, You cant blame me really, because you ARE everywhere…

Hell,

I’d create a Twitter just follow YOU.

and that says a lot because…well okay I don’t really have a reason,

but I want to be the little birdie on your shoulder, while your telling me as long as Im with you,

Everything going to be alright.

 

—

 

You are Mine.

 

—

 

And I know I could be a little rough at times, but your grunts are very clear and thorough,

Which is why i give you your space,

and when you go to be with someone else…

I am doing what twitters doing, only…instead of just cyber stalking you,

I’m following you around spying on you,

Right there listening to ya’ll conversations,

Because I already know I can relate, because they’re in love with you too…

 

—

 

Variations of peace exist solely because of you.

I love all your personalities, but I admire the simple you.

 

—

 

Wooooo,

 

—–

 

You See,

 

I know I am not the first,

I know I am not the last,

 

but baby, if you just sing for me —

 

You’ll be everything I never had but always wanted, finally in my grasp.

The high that keeps me grounded,

and the love I’ve worked so hard to receive,

that every time I look at you, I smile because

You’ve healed my pain, harmonized my soul, and cleansed my brain,

A new found love with depth of centuries of history…

 

Hello Reader,

My name is Leighrick,

and I am in Love.

 

Sincerely,

 Leighrick.

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Questions

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Maybe I can never tell you with my mouth how much I love you, how vital you are to my being..

Maybe I can never write a poem with a million different words of affection, that will be worth reading..

Maybe I will never take you to a place with majestic scenery that eyes are worthy of seeing..

But when I hold you, all doubts, all questions, all fears, will extinguish, Because this fire in my heart is never leaving…ill keep you warm.

 

-Leighrick