Picture ya life on the subway –
Labeled a runaway.
Always taught to chase dreams, but catching them was never imagined.
On the train til infinity, where every malfunction exceeds a boundary.
The sky ain’t the limit, its the ticket.
What’s the difference?
I can see beyond the colors of the prism.
I have touched many moons.
Floating – weightless –
Patient.
Healing myself, still doctoring the wounds from when they severed the ties to my portal.
The only home I’ve known, now it just seems as if love don’t live here no more…
So I roam.
Telling the streets my secrets.
Leaving tattoos when I spit the words penetrate the skin.
The concrete cracks.
A Rose emerges.
The train door closes before I even look back…
I pricked myself on the thorns, I wail as the horn sounds…I realize
My overstanding reality is under attack.
-Vigilant Leighrick
Tag: Memories
Broken Open
Still in a room,
A broken mirror reflects flawless smiles of all those that once stared before it.
Gleaming eyes looking for themselves in fragments of light.
I can’t yet see through.
Walking…
My tears and the street lights create stained glass.
Looking at memories abandoned in pictures, and the pain that is sheltered, buried, and concealed in temples.
Implicitly.
Shattered and now broken open.
I pick up the pieces with the roughest edges first.
I cut myself — countless times.
It hurts not to scream!
As a child you are taught that silence is comforting,
Explicitly a fools gold, a dastardly violence.
The blood has been contaminated with secrecy.
Life’s own mystery;
What good is the knowledge of hystori if the truth never gets told?
Exposed.
Undressing wounds
I see myself in rare form….beautiful….
Vulnerable.
This bigger picture envisioned is actually a puzzle;
we are each others pieces.
There are no borders, filters, nor frames….
Regardless not everyone fits, still you are..
Limitless…
-Leighrick
Forget to Remember
To forget is to remember, because you’re always going to make sure you don’t bring up the forbidden. Then it haunts and taunts you, but it’s not really there; though its ever present. On the other hand, you don’t remember, remember you forgot, about that one time you wished was never made a memory.
Now it’s history, playing the leading roll as the extra that shouts during a silent film. Bothersome, a smile is usually a cure, these thoughts are even more minuscule when I laugh.
What’s on my mind? I’ve told you this story a thousand times, or maybe that was the one about when I was 11. I forgot I promised myself I wouldn’t tell anyone, except the first person I see if I ever made it to Heaven.
I was thinking all of this when I was 7. 13 years later, wait…..what was I just writing about? I realize I’m looking in the mirror — wait….what am I crying about?
This isn’t really considered lying, if no one ever knows the truth. It’s not your apologue to pick and choose a heroine! I do what I feel is best, and from experiences we grow and come to gain knowledge.
At a young age wisdom pierced through my gums trying to break the silence, and instead of removing the pain, I embraced it.
I’ve been a victim of violence, I’ve been a master of persuasion. I’ve sacrificed my self for love and repeatedly been heartbroken by patience.
No medication, only Meditation.
On occasions I sit and reminisce about the memories I forget, write about them, and then burn the pages…..
I sit —
damn, what was I going to say again?
-Leighrick
Conscious Dreamin’
I’d be lying if I say I didn’t want to go back.
As I’m lying on my back,
An abundance of thoughts are racing through my head, so its hard to stay on track.
It’s December and I’m having dreams of Santa placing me in my fathers lap.
A stork delivering me between my mothers legs.
Flashbacks holding my Sisters hands, they’re teaching me how to dance.
Walk down stairs to sneak something to eat, and see my brothers red hands.
I’d be lying if I say I didn’t want to go back.
And as I’m lying on my back,
Numerous thoughts race through my head, so its hard to stay on track.
I see me sitting on the table as my grandmother feeds me.
I wont bite the hand, rather admire the gentleness of them.
Now I’m running across the grass blowing bubbles with my cousins.
There’s an elephant in the room, but won’t nobody say nothing.
And as I’m lying on my back,
A plethora of thoughts race through my head, so its hard to stay on track.
Hey ! I’m cruising; riding a bike that won’t take me anywhere.
I remember Grandmas red beans & rice, cabbage, and spaghetti nobody would want to share.
“There’s a hole in my stockings” I said, but she always had an extra pair.
I can still hear Wild Bill calling me the prettiest girl
Opening my eyes during the long prayer
Admiring my nephew as he plays in his mothers hair
Her stomach round my niece is in there.
And as I’m lying on my back
An overflow of thoughts race through my head, so its hard to stay on track
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to go back.
When we gathered together and laughed until we shed tears.
Every household had a secret that they didn’t want to share
I keep smiling sitting at the table with no one there.
So I fill in the empty seats with memories.
Now I’m remember this place, and never meant for it to come here.
The real estate I’m on is now a couch I call my home.
And as I’m lying on my back
Thoughts are shadowing memories, so it’s hard to place a bet
Who would win this war the guilt or the hard head
In a room with 4 walls and no ceilings,
No doors, windows, or ladders,
How the fuck do I get out of here?
Everything around me happened so fast, why do I feel like I’m in slow motion?
As I’m lying on my back
I pack this bowl and drink this potion.
Who would’ve thought I’d be the sucker for love
I never showed emotion.
But I feel my heart skip a couple beats every time I hold my Grandmothers hand.
I tend to rethink everything I could have done different.
I’m trying to cherish time, but how am I suppose to do that if I cant even get a grasp of it?
And as I’m lying on my back,
I never thought it would have come to this.
A point where I can’t even finish this without
adding a couple “What Ifs“, a couple “Maybes”
Thinking — is it best to be myself, or what I am expected to be?
Then I think again
Should I have even wrote this?
Many will read into a misconstrued message.
Fuck it tho
As I’m lying on my back
I find no reason to lie.
I wish I could go back just to make more memories…..
-Leighrick
Honesty’s Amenity
I’m sitting in my room
Reminiscing back to you
Images pass;
My head was pressed against your chest
partly on your shoulder, curving your neck
I try to clear my thoughts of fear
and let go of the day
How this began,
You whisper my name…
Dim red lights between us falling
filling in precious silhouettes, beryl
Beautiful and flowing down upon us
Sparks flying towards us dancing all around us
Evaporate in air
But I left before I knew
My future holding you.
All you saw of me-
My heart should speak for me,
But I should understand
that pushing you away-
It craves compassion and
strong arms to hold her.
You and me
Orbiting
Paper wings
Fluttering
Ink gold
Sunsets bold
Star filled nights
Deep as Atlantis.
Still
A glow surrounding you
The love notes blew
Our wishes to the wind
Come and bring him back again
Gentle coral lights between us falling
forming into precious memories, beryl
Beautiful and flowing down upon us
Rays gliding towards us dancing all around us
Vanish in air
And I wonder how you felt
-I was fading inside
Opened my eyes
-Felt so bright this whole time I was blind
The room we hadn’t left
You closed the door
behind
-And he wished he could take me away.
I left before you waved.
By then it was too late.
I wished on the moon
I’d always remember-
You and me
Revolving
Paper wings
Sulking
Amber gold
Heart bold
Star filled nights
Sweet as Fantasia
Calm black lights between us falling
forming into precious silhouettes, beryl
Beautiful and raining down on us
Ashes flying towards us dancing all around us
Dissolve in air
I look deep inside my eyes in the mirror
and your still there staring back.
I’ve tried, tried to out grow you
Savor just a part of you
and now..
Every thing has gone black…
-Leighrick
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