Mental Health – PROCLAMATION TRANSFORMATION

Have Mercy

January 15, 2019December 23, 2020Posted in Pieces of PoetryTagged Art, Beauty, Emotions, Expression, Faith, Feelings, Growth, Heal the Pain, Honesty, Inspiration, Leighrick, Love, Mental Health, Online Writing, Pain, Poet, Poetry, Reality, Realization, Realtionships, Reflection, Relationships, Spoken Word, Unconditional Love, Vigilant Leighrick, WritingLeave a comment

I contemplate suicide but you feeling guilty is what keeps me alive

I don’t want to point fingers or call names

It’s love that keeps me alive and I would never regret feeling this way.

Purpose for what it’s worth is expensive

Dignity is a rich mans trash

Endurance is treasure to the wanders

Wondering what exists in the darkness

They call space

The space

Vacuuming and consuming

Nobody sees the ugly parts of galaxies

Aliens are make believe

You are the furthest thing from perfect

The flaws are what make it worth it

Floss until you get under the surface

Rediscovering the left over pieces of your heart

You hid when you were a kid.

Squeeze those feelings

Caress those fears

Kiss the blemishes everyone told you not to pop

Now they are scars but to your face they call them beauty marks

They’re moles

Informants of the soul

The map telling your thoughts to your heart

Only to realize you’ve struck gold.

Dirty

Earthly

Have mercy

On the ones who think they are beyond hurting

No fucks left to give but reciting every fuckme

Fuck my life

But if anyone asks

Shit isn’t so bad

When you think about your life without considering your past

Make it last

Make it fast

But don’t come too soon

This little light of mine

Ain’t so bright with out the

sun or the moon.

-Leighrick

The Miseducation of the misunderstood

May 26, 2018August 28, 2020Posted in Free Writes, Life, Pieces of Poetry, Transitional PiecesTagged Art, Consciousness, Creative Writing, Death, Depression, Emotions, Expression, Faith, Fear, Feelings, Food for Thought, Freedom, Future, Growth, Heal the Pain, Honesty, Illumination, Individuality, Influence, Inner Self, Insomnia, Knowledge, Leighrick, Life, Love, Mental Health, Online Writing, Pain, Passion, Peace, Poet, Poetry, Questions, Reality, Realization, Reflection, Self-Love, Soul, Spiritual Journey, Spoken Word, Strength, Trust, Truth, Unconditional Love, Unity, Vigilant Leighrick, Wisdom, WritingLeave a comment

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

March 10, 2018Posted in Pieces of PoetryTagged Abuse, Alcoholism, Depression, Growth, Heal the Pain, Health, Individuality, Influence, Inner Self, Leighrick, Life, Mental Health, Motivation, Online Writing, Pain, Poet, Poetry, Realization, Self-Love, Spiritual Journey, Spoken Word, Vigilant LeighrickLeave a comment

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

The Last Train, Until…

April 30, 2015Posted in Free Writes, Initations, Life, Transitional PiecesTagged Absent Love, Art, Be The Change, Consciousness, Depression, Dysfunctional Families, Emotions, Family, Feelings, Food for Thought, Freedom, Growth, Heal the Pain, Illumination, Inner Self, Insomnia, Knowledge, Leighrick, Life, Life Lessons, Love, Memories, Mental Health, Motivation, nostalgia, Online Writing, Pain, Parents, Poet, Poetry, Questions, Reality, Realization, Relationships, Self-Love, Spiritual Journey, Spoken Word, Strength, Unconditional Love, Vigilant Leighrick, Wisdom, WritingLeave a comment

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

Bed Spread

July 21, 2013June 20, 2020Posted in Pieces of PoetryTagged Brainstem, Consciousness, Death, Heal the Pain, Health, Illumination, Leighrick, Love, Medulla oblongata, Mental Health, Online Writing, Poetry, Relationships, Self-Love, SuicideLeave a comment

There’s too much confusion just to let the dust settle.

The shit hit the fan, and now my heart is in shambles.

Trying to pick-up all the pieces to the puzzle, but those missing have been swept under the rug.

I got this illness…

Love Sick.

Curious, yet left without answers

The bush is not the only thing being beaten around.

I no longer wake up with a smile,

Now I live in a frown.

My heart is building up its walls again, a safer house.

Resentment unfortunately is the foundation for my anger.

These lies have enclosed my heart in inflammation.

My mind couldn’t keep its thoughts off premeditated suicide.

I enter the panic room.

I put this love gun to my temple, as tears of passion run down my cheeks;

While my trigger finger frees me, and fills my medulla-oblongata with these hollow tip uncertainties.

Bloodshed, my loves sinks beneath me, and a sea of red is engulfed by my bedsheets.

Death Bed.

My last thought hoping some trtuh will come of sacrifice.

Label me another

“Premeditated Love Suicide“

-Leighrick

Tarnished Gold

July 16, 2013March 6, 2014Posted in Family, Pieces of PoetryTagged Being a Mom, Dysfunctional Families, Family, Growth, Heal the Pain, Leighrick, Love, Mental Health, Mother Daughter Relationships, Online Writing, Parents, Poetry, Quiet, Relationships, Unconditional LoveLeave a comment

I am in this relationship.

Its not awkward.

Its not violent.

Its not intimate.

Its Silent…

The type of silence when something wants to be said, but is held back.

So I hold back my response, because like always…we’ll get nowhere,

even though we’re riding in this car together.

We’re just silent.

Sitting.

Its like she’s choking on her emotions,

which is suffocating me.

Ultimately..

the most said is a greeting.

Just a “Hi” or a “Hello”

On the outside our presences seem to be mellow,

but in the depth there is tension, with obviously invisible conflict.

I am that child,

walking in her parents foots steps.

Destined for success

Assuming I don’t want to be heard,

with attributes that speak volumes,

Questioning Love.

Remain

Silent.

We remain silent.

Everything forcing us to make conversation,

but the restraint of her tongue is intimidating.

I am confused.

Within everything that’s been said;

I am still not sure how to perceive it.

Its like my good news is being taken for bad news,

and my bad news for worse,

So I feel like,

Well Shit…

I feel like I’m not even worth the words.

Which is why

I pass by in silence.

I’m afraid, because time is moving quickly.

Silence is known to be deadly, and I see no future assets in this Gold.

Holidays no longer filled with warmth, but with coal.

I try to manufacture some happiness into this relationship,

its not working….

My heart keeps sinking,

deeper and deeper and deeper.

This relationship goes deeper than the wounds we’ve made visible,

These hand-me-down scars are invisible.

Now its not just the suffering of one,

everyone’s worn their heart on their sleeve at some point.

There is no Freedom of Speech.

Divided we stand, and united we have fallen.

But when its too hard to stand,

Ive learned, its okay to kneel.

Only when I’m down here, I’m asking for her hand,

because this relationship is until death do us part.

Although it’s killing me trying to comprehend.

I will not stop.

I know love exists,

I just hope the first steps to rebuild our foundation,

We can share a smile.

The real kind,

and not the ones forced by Silence.

-Leighrick

Inaccurate Precision

May 21, 2013March 6, 2014Posted in Dapper Suits, Pieces of PoetryTagged Agree to disagree, Hate, Inaccurate, Laughter, Leighrick, Love, Love Hate Relationship, Mental Health, Online Writing, Oscar Wilde, Oxymorons, Paradox, Poetry, Precision1 Comment

I’m always right sometimes…

I mean who else can find such greatness in depression?

He says I’m painfully beautiful; I hope smirks can calm nerves.

More times than less I appear invisible.
People are always looking at me, but they cant see me.
Is that why they stare so blankly?

He tells me I have a noticeable absence, but is never coming is better than being late?

I’m always right sometimes….

I can’t help that I am naturally strange !

I had a dream last night, I mean we all do….it’s no open secret

However,
You & I were in a room alone together.
Suddenly, we both began laughing hysterically, kind of like a sad joy.
We just sat, and laughed, and laughed, and laughed until this morning…I woke up dead.

Now this may sound wilde, but I can resist anything, except temptation!
I am a wolf in lambs clothes, an honest thief.
And unfortunate as this mastery is, I am great at smuggling hearts.
A little pain never hurt anyone, right?

I’m always right sometimes…

I mean these are modern relationships are so old fashion!
Let’s create our own love; it’s our only choice!
The start to this will be amazing!
Then we can end painfully beautiful.
A little pain never hurt anyone, right?

I’m always right sometimes…

Pain for Pleasure?
You seem awfully happy; why I am crying?
Just because this is almost exactly what I wanted.
Now, let’s not act like adult children about this.
We agree to disagree…

I’m always right sometimes…

I always write, sometimes in wordless books
This ones I named : Our Love-Hate Relationship.

Inaccurate Precision.

-Leighrick