Tag Archives: Self-Love

Everything is Black

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

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A Natural Disaster

Should I have assumed this was quicksand?

I’ve always been intrigued by the gentleness of the beach.

Upon my arrival, the land was dry

My tears reached the surface and my breaths shortened.

I looked down…I am drowning,

Treading through thoughts of my own anxiety.

This could be considered a natural disaster.

Trying to hold on…just hold on….

Just save me but sacrifice yourself.

-Leighrick

Happy Anniversary

I can’t eat.
I can’t sleep.

I don’t eat…

Eye won’t sleep.

I can break through.

First I need to break
I need a break, though
Eye persevere through the struggles and the pain.

Hidden fears captivate my name.
“I Love You”
Let it roll off the tongue like the blood from a blade.

It gets deep.
The climb to the pinnacle gets steep when the bottom been feelin you.

Point of view – bird’s eye.

Listen – Immerse yourself in your tears
As the rain drowns the interlude.

Perspective – Retrospective

My Life
A Masterpiece,
A beautiful disaster.

Inside flawlessly imperfect
Outside impeccably misleading.

LOOK!
Better yet…
SEE!

Eye keep the light with me like a lantern.
Eye keep the dark in me like an urn.

Death to the Ego.

Don’t look down
Feet are the seeds that refuse leave the ground.
The roots set me free when the seasons change…
Leaves fall far from the tree decorating my quest

Discovering Love – Things Fall Apart
Lost Love is never easily forgotten..

“Surrender!”
“Don’t Say Nuthin’!”

Grammy told me she love’s me.
My Isis sing
“Wake Up!” “Shine!”

Black Thoughts
Black Heart
Black Love.
Traveling Time…

Perspective – Prospective

My Life
A Masterpiece,
A beautiful disaster.

Inside flawlessly imperfect
Outside impeccably misleading.

LOOK!
Better yet…
SEE!

Eye am divine.
Eye am the cosmos.
Eye am alive.

Eye am a Life.
Living – Breathe – Loving – Being

Stretching my palms to the most high
Within a clinch –
This world is mine!
This world in my mind.
You can’t imagine the images that are constantly rerun.

Chasing Dreams.

Visions get tangled with expectations and concealed in doubt.

I’ve been loving people for centuries.
I’ve been looking for a lifetime.

Finally I adore my own reflection…..

-Vigilant LeighrickAscending

Story: No Title

Can’t shake it, but
I c’aint let it break me.
Descending except the ground isn’t a trampoline.

Lioness.
I land standing.
My shadow can’t catch me.

Truth be told –
I’m sick, so as a remedy I spit.
No coincidence.
Leaving traces of influence.
Delegating bars like prisons.

My impatience often wears my pencil thin.
Dressing up creation with shades and vintage fits.
Brown skin flesh, that
Ancient spirits have blessed with the gifts,
My presence is felt through the magic of my wand,
Most people just see as a pen.

No wonder I am Leighrick.

Life ain’t fair, cuz in the end everyone loses to Grimm.
Reap the benefits, live divine.
Using the scythe to dissect images in the mirror.
Pieces of love & residue from drugs.

Luna washed me, upon the shores of compassion.

I am a child of the universe.
I have stars for eyes.
A crown that glows,
Considering yourself uncontrolled or dethroned.

Scared temples hold my mysteries like bones.
I don’t just clean closets,
I renovate homes.

A vagabond left stranded by a false sense of hope.

Never compromise your voice, inspired to be BOLD.

Dream with intentions to manifest, and aspire.

Good Day,
-Leighrick

Sore Wings

We’re all flawed beautiful creatures
hiding behind the truth, lying in the sadness
Reality.
Child – children
Wanting to belong, to be held
To remember the feeling of love.
To remember if that feeling was love.
What is love?
Who am I?
What makes us we?
Mistakes get tangled – intuition
Can learning be taught?
How can we learn how to teach?
How to reach others; while holding ourselves —
Steady

Ready for nothing.
Longing for a future
Past today, anxious about tomorrows
The sky is falling, and
My hands are full of
wishes that keep escaping on shooting stars

Nothing even matters…

I am listening with my eyes;
while my ears search for the melody
that has been on repeat.
Identical to a heart beat thats played music many years
Uncountable.
Except by the scars,
Accepting the flaws–
Pulling up roots as I soar
My wings are sore, yet still I rise.
I Fly!
On the ocean-floor, over-seas
Through the stratus clouds,
Thus being
Gliding in the no-thing-ness

Honey, Be

-Leighrick

Broken Pedestals

Don’t lose sight of the light.
I close both my eyes, but
Leave the third one open-wide.
Absorbing and Transforming,
Life is a canvas already been painted on; which color will you use to highlight the accents?
How many ways can I contrast the madness?
We are often too busy adding structure to the broken pedestals that once seated those you placed highly.
Deceived if depth can’t be seen without views of the horizon.
Still can’t hear me yelling – only seeing me naked.
This one really speaks to me…
Eye can’t teach them to listen.
Splatter paint like emotion wherever I go.
The world is my canvas. I create in the shadows.
Wash that mask, under that mask, beneath the skin.
Peel the flesh back like old pages.
This book is blank just like the canvas.
Invisible ink disguised as experience.
Squeeze the color out my veins, and witness the light ooze through pores.
Decorating the pews they are glued to.
Stained with the truth not illustrated on the glass.
Looking out the window is living in the past.
Breaking that window is living.
I’m breaking my silence how trees uproot sidewalks.
I belong in the street.
Driving myself crazy, playing hide-n-go-seek with self-identity.
Don’t be lazy.
Chasing my tears to the waterfall of my dreams.
Flowing…
Now I’m glowing..
I stay woke.

-Leighrick

The Last Train, Until…

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