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: Parents
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
Tarnished Gold
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.
So
I
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
Beast Wars
Someone tame the madness that came from the belly of this beast.
Unfortunately this Evil is heredity.
Tainted fertilization.
Never to be blamed, but
I never felt a cry so violent.
Never seen love rejected so immediately.
With eyes so dominate.
The beast hides behind the beauty despite her being transparent.
The reflection in the mans mirror, ones crying and ones yelling.
Separate ways but the same intentions.
Darkness with no knowledge of Light.
Future could be bright, but in that household they don’t allow night lights.
So my hands together
Despite my anger.
I take all pleasure in prayer.
In my heart I’m feeling sympathy,
But in my mind currently, I am furious.
Premeditated Living.
Listening may be rare but imitating is surely present.
To hurt the ones you love could only be the devils presence.
That’s Karma at the door, not a Jehovah-Witness…
To be continued…
-Leighrick
The High Life
Lately, it’s been feeling like we’re torn apart. Why there’s such distance? That’s a question that’s weighing heavy on my heart.
I have some things to say; only I struggle with where to start.
I see your wounds, and I want to heal those scars.
I want to hear the adventure in your stories, until I discover who you are.
I feel your love when I’m missing; wondering where am I going.
What you don’t know is that I’m going to forget names, and forget shames.
And when I go, I leave my feelings at the door.
It’s hard for me to remember the last time you smiled at me; truthfully, I think that’s what hurts the most.
Just because you speak affectionate words, doesn’t mean you have faithful thoughts.
Tonight it kind of hit me while I was praying I would make it to 21 —
It took 40 oz to consult me.
You said you were concerned about me; that’s when I knew I had to — up and leave.
Sitting in the passenger side thinking to myself, “Why am I still struggling?”
Seems to me the lesson learned is that we all make mistakes.
Yes, I can explain why my eyes are so low, red, and glossy.
It’s because I want a real hug.
Your silence is punishment.
Excuse me.
Signed Seventh,
-Leighrick
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