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Dragon Days

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My heart loves you more than my mind is allowing myself. The deeper I fall, the less fear.
My heart beats to a different rhythm; too excited it skips it’s beats. Overwhelmed with emotions, I hiccup on my thoughts. I am Hungry. Yearning to devour your heart, you so sweetly catered to me in the palms of your hand. A closed mouth won’t get fed. Sealed lips hold my words captive, bruised ribs protect my own heart, it’s tender. My full mind aches unspeakable curiosity.

King, defeat the dragon!

I feel – as though my hearts burning in the fury of my own fire. The desire, your optical liquidation quenches my thirst. My own tears drown me within the approaching tomorrow; I am impatient. Will your way into the ability to read my mind, when the cat has my tongue. Allow me to lounge in your clothes, and walk in my shoes –  dig your heel into the sole, and my reacquaint me with my own. This sleep deprivation has me writing too revealing. Can it be possible that my words need rest?

 -Leighrick

The Knowledge of an Alcoholic Junkie

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I feel as though I hit rock bottom in a bottomless pit.

 A Junkie on a mission; I’m just trynna get a hit.

 Rewinding life encounters,

 she took real offense to that “Fuck You” and that “Bitch“.

 I wasn’t naming calling…

I was just trynna understand a lil bit.

Just trying to figure out if these people here for me legit [?]

 

Wondering, am I really just a number…”7” to be specific.

 

It’s like

 I’m digging a whole with no shovel.

An Alcoholic on a mission, man I’m just trying to get a 5th.

 

I feel like he never really answered any of my prayers…

 Or maybe I’m just overlooking his gifts [?]

 

Just trying to figure out, why her and not me?

 Why him and not ole boy?

Why them and not my people that’s been trying so hard?

  

Jealousy is a trait.

Humility is with which I will be buried

&&

Life cannot be hurried.

 

I’m just saying though…I’m just going through it.

 

 Feel like I’m walking on thin ice, with cracks all through it.

 Just another Life-o-holic trynna get my head in some books, just to get my fix.

 Make knowledge into some real cool shit.

 

 I don’t really think y’all understand me, this is an addiction

 I don’t think I’ll ever be able to quit.

 

 I’m just…

an artist with vision and a pen, putting use to my instruments.

 

I’m just…Im just really going through it.

 

Just a junkie with a 5th, who called life a “Bitch“;

regrets it and is now on a mission towards knowledge.

 

Psshh…and Y’all are STILL left CLUELESS.

 

-Leighrick

 

Water

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Some asked me once before if I could be anything or anyone in the world, what would it be?

The Answer:

 

Water.

 

When I’m stressed…

I take shots,

breaking down trees.

…

Clarity is what I thirst for,

And my fears are starving my needs.

 

I don’t want to feel a thing,

And the liquor doesn’t ask questions.

My world is dark and cold for a minute,

But the numbness wont last.

 

I can’t see past the smoke,

I can only see the past.

But still, the trees don’t talk back.

 

I rest my head

on whatever will

keep it up at the moment.

 

My regrets are too heavy,

My thoughts moving in slow motion.

 

Burdens buried me under

Brownish-Green meadows

Of melancholy.

My bed sailing down

Rivers of Rum.

 

I see the light,

but it’s burning my eyes.

To my demise,

I can hear God laughing

at my home remedies.

 

Last night,

He turned his blood into

this bottle of wine.

And my faith adapted strength.

 

Last night,

He turned these munchies

Into Food for Thought,

And my knowledge gained weight.

 

This morning,

I woke up,

Hand scanned the surfaces.

Until it came upon a glass of clarity,

And alas…

I was replenished.

 

-Leighrick

Purple Heart

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You are

Everything I want to be

as I’m striving to be more.

 

You are

The definition of Love

In the depth of your eyes and  in your spirit.

 

I am

Lil Bit

to such a enormous piece.

 

You are

the best I’ll ever have, everything I need.

Your smile brings upon tears,

I’ve only known as comforting.

Tell me your secrets I asked,

You told me there are none to keep.

 

You are Strength

never should I feel weak.

Your footsteps remain on the beach.

As I reach to bring you back the moon,

You taught me, its not about the glow in the stars

but the meaning.

This life is a battlefield,

You fight with speech.

 

You are

Everything I want to be

as I’m striving to be more.

 

You are the definition of Love,

Unconditional and Unmeasurable.

You see, the look in my eyes

Your hands I never want to let go.

Your smile brings upon tears,

I’ve only known as comforting.

 

You are the light that shines,

that guides me throughout the darkness in my journey.

 

I am

Lil Bit

to such an enormous piece.

 

You are the best I’ll ever have, and everything I need.

 

You are Strength

never should I feel weak.

Reliving memories as life is happening.

This life is a battlefield, you are my Purple Heart.

–Leighrick

– With LOVE Lil Bit ♥

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Elevate

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Spread your wings and fly young soul

Bend your knees and take flight young soul

Live for all the ones that died for you, old souls

Move quick yet stealthy

Patience is the key to the Open Door Policy

Let go of the animosity, and be free young soul

But never be complacent in the place you hold, until you obtain your Halo.

You can do anything you set your mind to, never put your head down

You’ll miss the opportunity

Sting like a Bee and float like a Butterfly

Aim past the moon

Shine like the sun

and reach for a new galaxy.

Knowledge is ever present just open your eyes and you will see.

Young Soul,

Be.

–Leighrick

Opposites Attract : You Can’t Choose Love

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She see’s the mask your hiding behind.

Your life is like a charades game.

You’re living with the finer things,

But she see’s your dying inside.

Leaving a piece of yourself with all these misses,

But what your missing is the mate; in which your soul’s been trying to find.

How can you find love,

If your not searching for the love you have for self?

Who hurt you, to make you hurt her?

Suddenly all those “last times” turn into an eternity

And now, when she hears “I’m sorry“, it’s meaningless.

Why?

Why do you do the opposite of what you feel?

Even still she suffers from love, because she just wants you feel.

Feel something!

She stuck in his story,

because he hasn’t dealt with what’s happened in the past.

She stays.

At a distance, but in a way

At an arms reach.

He sees, yes he sees too.

Past the facade she displays,

She’s weary, but her journey continues.

Not sure whether she should stay stationed in this storm until the sunshine,

or move on past the grey skies, because she aware of other shelter.

But why?

Why did she leave?

Why didn’t she stay?

Comprised beliefs.

False visions of the future.

Repressed disbelief.

But.

She stays.

He comes and goes as he pleases.

She stays.

Occasionally he sees himself in the mirror.

So…she stays.

Because she sees what he refuses.

He believes what she denies.

And still–

Love chooses to stay.

Love knows what they both don’t.

Love knows if and when to fade.

So,

When Love makes its decision.

They’ll both know the feeling of pain.

Either in dismiss or rejoice.

This rain,

This rain,

Hasn’t only rained on one persons house.

Still,

This journey of the Geminis continues,

so this too shall pass. . . . .

 –Leigrick

The Proposal

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I feel like I’ve been falling, but

I am down on bended knee.

 

With one hand out for you presenting a heart, and

the other handing you a key.

 

In my eyes you can see the pain,

behind yours I see purity.

 

Funny we’ve seemed to trade places, but

you’re one of the few I trust with my real identity.

 

Like the city I reside, I see your beauty through your faults.

Full of entertainment,

I’ve have become content with this smile you’ve left on my face.

 

Vibrant emotions.

 

I’ve been hurt, and

right now I am just kind of going through the motions,

Slow...

 

Keeping my heart beats above average, except

Skipping beats.

I find myself skipping to songs in the middle of the street.

Dancing with your voice, music to my ears.

 

Again,

I’m down, on one knee

offering you a fistful of tears.

 

And I figured you hate to see me cry, but

that is how you’ll know its real.

 

This key is not cliche,

not to my heart or the heartbreak hotel

 

However,

Its a key to my city,

lose all contact with me and find me if its real.

 

On the other hand

this heart I am offering, I’ve sculpted piece by piece.

Each scar a story, and

It may be a bit cold, but its still healing, and

It may be a bold, but I built it to be brave

which made it tough..

 

So,

If you take these items from my hands,

I place mine together asking you for your trust,

in exchange for my love.

 

–Leighrick