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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

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

Morning Thoughts & Night Dreams

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Morning Thoughts & Night Dreams

 

Things just aren’t the same, it’s not what it use to be.

We aren’t who we use to be, we did something that changed us.

 

 

Now the reality is too harsh to deal with, but life is all about balance…right?

I guess I have to find compatibility in these tribulations.

I make sure I don’t keep my head down and dwell, I just look up and ask for guidance.

 

 

Scared the past will become the present,

Which is a gift I’d rather not receive.

 

I know history repeats itself, so I begin preparation for battle.

This cold war in a vacant heart, it’s difficult to declare the winner.

I keep paper in my back pocket, my pen behind my ear, and a mind that never stops racing.

 

I slow down my breathing so I can hear.

 

Who’s that peaking in my library?

I know my life’s an open book, but you can’t rewrite history.

We all have pages we want rip out, or would much rather revise.

Your autobiography has already been published.

 

Who’s that laughing in my library?

This is private, you shouldn’t be here!

 

 

So,

I’m out of breathe chasing my enemy.

Chasing the thought that I actually had friends that weren’t kin to me.

 

 

This isn’t the textbook stuff

It’s the shit they don’t want you to read.

 

 

Oppressors suffocating themselves with self esteem; while the oppressed live blissfully.

Finding the fineness in the shiniest aesthetics.

 

 

But I’m trynna to be the change I want to see.

 

Therefore,

 

I prepare myself for this battle.

 

This battle.

This battle.

This battle is

 

World War Me.

 

-Leighrick