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My First KIss

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I released the anger and re-embraced forgiveness.
I thought I had regrets, but it was only my spite poisoning my feelings.
Lies left me feigning…
I feed off emotions and reactions, it’s hard to leave the hand that feeds you.
Dessert for thought,
But the truth was too bitter for my tasting.
Maybe because I’ve never been served on a dish so cold.
It froze my throat and numbed my tongue.
It burned my eyes and pierced my ears.
But with this food for thought, I had no tears to quench my thirst.
I had been refreshed by the satisfaction of my own growth.

To think back I thought:

I would have rather my sheets bleed ink, than to be drenched from my eyes leaking.

I would have rather a cat caught my tongue, than to stand out as obvious as the elephant in the room, and bring the truth to my own attention.

I would have rather been loved under controlled conditions than to be loved unconditionally.

See.

My heart was blind.
Walking a narrow path of broken promises and missing bricks from the foundation.
But
My mind has grown weary from trying to chase the thoughts of love constantly off that path.

So Finally,
My mind convinced my heart to focus on myself.
And the heart I thought was nonexistent started pumping warm blood again.
My white blood cells were no longer white lies, and I could smile again.

It told my stomach it was okay to eat,
because it’ll no longer have to ingest that bullshit.

My conscience came from the back to the front, and then I realized..
Well maybe that’s why my foreheads so big.
Because my conscience is always present, and it’s impossible to hide it.

In conclusion:

Love is Blind & Ignorance is Bliss.

Finally, I have experienced my first kiss…

Life begins when you realize your mistakes and not only learn from them, but apply the knowledge, maturation, courage and strength that you’ve learned and use that become a better person. Not for anyone, but for yourself because if your not happy with yourself, you can shouldn’t ever expect to be happy with someone else.

Forgive, Love, Live, and Laugh..

Yes pain maybe Intimidating and love may seem ruthless, but pain from love is only temporary, and the love for life brings infinite happiness. That happiness will feel even better than you thought it’d be, because of that pain you have endured.

Word.

–Leighrick

Spoken Word for Open Mics

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Shut your eyes to the world.

Open them wide for my thoughts.

Stop allowing yourself to hear the background noise and channel my voice.

My echo will amplify my passion, if need be, visualize me.

I will act as a hearing aid.

I just want you to listen.

Readers — read my mind; run-on sentences of thoughts.

Imagine my emotion, see the scenarios.

Often the beauty is polluted by distractions.

So often ultimate satisfaction, isn’t satisfied.

You have the privilege of listening.

Hearing me hiccup on emotions.

Catching me stutter because I’m reliving that moment.

Looking into my eyes, I am lost in yours.

Grab hold of my presence.

Posture — taller than the mic stand.

How I sweat as if the lights are my biggest critics.

I get nervous.

I get anxious.

It’s like I’m standing on my heart,

Speaking through my soul, while its projecting memories from my brain.

I look up to my mirror, into my pupils, to see them….dilated.

Read Me.

Hear Me.

See Me.

FEEL ME.

Open Mic, Spoken Word, Leighrickal Literacy.

I am it and it is Me.

–Leighrick

Sweetest Taboo

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Currently, my favorite word is “I“. One is the magic number.

Every conversation is like a confession; I know you want feedback.

I can be your dessert for thought, the sweetest taste of intellect.

While sleeping you hear the birds tweet, and you’ll follow them.

But only if they lead you to me.

I don’t normally look people in the eyes, but its your intentions Im trying to see.

I play it cool.

 

You try and let your mind go astray.

Finding yourself smiling; then you realize, you’ve been thinking of me all day.

You stop to wonder, do I think about you too?

[Maybe not the amount, but at least in the same ways]

 

If you tripped would I laugh, or would I bend down to tie your shoe?

Would I catch you? Are you falling?

I wouldn’t watch, I’d grab your hand and take you higher.

Aiming toward the moon, reaching for the stars.

Wading in the clouds.

 

I’m peeping through the hole that has been under construction…for a while.

You’re knockings on the gate are faint;unfortunately to your pleas of affection….

Currently I am deaf.

Mute, unheard of feelings, unshared emotions, my secrets are kept.

 

Decipher my pieces, and decode my being.

2pac saw death around the corner, I can only imagine

because I feel like Cupids stalking me.

 

I’m taking a light jog, you keep trying to race me full speed!

 

Cant spell potential, without potent.

Allowing my heart slow down a couple beats.

Like seeing a good menu you before you feast.

Time is deceptive that I’ve learned to use my watch as a piece.

So with this piece, I am allowing you access to a clue in my mystery.

I apologize if this so happens to play with your Psyche.

 

I just made a vow —

Never let my heart think, and never let my mind feel.

 

My headaches turn to heartaches, suddenly I wont feel shit.

I close my eyes and maintain my stride.

And see, when I get to the finish line…if your there at the end.

 

–Leighrick

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

Limitations

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Who here is familiar with Limitations? Who here has been told you cant, but wont stop? Believers never die, due to broken dreams we often cry. I remember being told in song ‘the sun will come out tomorrow’, but what if today doesn’t last? I remember being shown to ‘dance in the rain’, but what if I cant dance? I remember being told to ‘follow your dreams’, but what if I don’t wake up?…Ending the story in the beginning will make you take a second look.

High hopes praying before the leap of faith.

Don’t look down.

Below

Bellows of unhappiness erupt from the bellies of beasts.

When you jump, they try to grab hold of your feet.

Not to take a walk in your shoes, their aim is defeat.

To bring you down and have a feast.

On what you only know as ambition, but to them it’s sweet.

Something not come across to often, so when they smell it

These sharks turn into leech.

Bottom feeders.

Don’t look down.

Hold on to the branches of the trees.

Make the plank you walk across, but

Aim to fly and not to dive, cause you’ll sink.

If you rely on fans, cool will be your only degree.

With no dimensions to you,

one square out of the whole Rubiks.

Can’t tell you what to do, but

I know that if you never stop believing the dreams come true.

Even after you.

Believers never die, whosoever believes it lives in them too.

Where are you in life right now?

The reflections on you.

Whether mirror, water, picture, or portrait.

I’m asking you.

Your vision can’t speak.

Your ears can’t breathe.

Your heart can’t think.

Your brain can’t eat.

That’s what they’re thinking.

Hear what I’m saying.

You can see your thoughts before your speak em.

Ears may not breathe in, but every breathe inhaled…hearing that should be inspiration.

Hearts act upon emotions, those thoughts manifest in feelings.

And if brain’s aren’t fed, that explains the malnutrition of their beings.

So turn your back, and step off your comfort level

Fall through the stars.

Floating on clouds until your Spirit sprouts wings.

They’ll want to follow your lead.

Every rock cast you use as a stepping stone.

There is no limit to the top,

its called the top cause there’s always room to get stepped on.

That’s why you aim for your highest.

to be continued..

-Leighrick