I am not a doormat for your emotions, nor am I a wall for your projection! I am a human being! Dammit
Tag: Self-Love
Linguistics
Since We Speak The Same Language.
There’s always this back and forth.
I wonder why?
Chances were given, but you hardly tried.
Contrary to the myth,
You made it easy to say good-bye.
I said my peace, left my feelings in this piece.
Hit the Mary J, and said “Fuck It! I’m not gone cry”.
You say, “We go deeper”, but your narrow vision isn’t that wide.
Now you’re back to catching feelings, but I threw mine
As bait, in the river, I cried.
Where there was plenty of cold-blooded species like mine.
Obviously a toxic misuse of time,
and the pollution of loneliness reigned on.
Thoughts of you stormed my mind,
Forming a dark cloud, diluting emotions.
Anger took the form of lightening, and that quick
3 strikes became equivalent to 1.
No matter the weather or the excuses,
I told myself, we were done.
Yet you’re still smelling roses,
Caught up by dozens, the pun was lost.
A big joke it all seems to be.
No longer looking for love, even though
You’re still hiding behind a bush.
I just may have overlooked ya.
Now you’re yelling ‘STOP’, so I accelerate.
You used to tell me I moved slow, but all you do is hesitate.
Trying to illustrate forever.
You couldn’t see my vision, now that you’ve open your eyes
You’ve mistaken love at first sight.
You don’t know me.
Word is bond, your is tongue tied.
Speechless.
No more moving back, only forward
The message has been sent,
I Cc’d you – I hope you received it.
Signed, Sealed, & Delivered
-Leighrick
Who Needs Sleep?
Instead of sleeping I think.
Conversing with my Conscience.
rekindling memories and setting ablaze doubts.
I am the smile and the frown, together
Shaping beauty.
Jaded compliments, opening old wounds
Tho deceptive as the skin may be,
The density of my bones, upholds a heavy spirit.
A paradox.
It beams light, and eases darkness.
Breaching the infrastructure of this tale, it’s growing
Rooted so far down the sky becomes the ground, and
My solar plexus houses the blueprints of galaxies.
Invisible to looking eyes.
Tap into the 3rd frequency, and see
Wisdom is heard in the whispers.
Instead of sleeping I think.
Imagining my own colors,
Sanding a frame of sizable impression for masterpieces.
Empathy is kept safe in the right atrium’s, saving what’s left for the ventricles.
I found love on a two way street,
Sitting at the crossroads.
Lotus Pose.
Unlocking the gift to
Be.
Willing…
Knowingly….
Instead of sleeping, I think.
-Leighrick
The Giving Tree
The spine is a trunk.
The nerves are vines, draping insides of beings like sound-walls.
Meditation is the freeway to higher learning, of self.
A portal.
This truth is no pyramid scheme;
Judge taste – not people.
Leaves fall resembling coin filled wishes, to the bottom of a pond.
Whose depths are more than seen on surface.
We are all flowers.
The branches of energy are
fruitful, delicate, and sometimes blemished.
Mother’s of the sun birth daughters of stars, with crescent eyes.
Upheld by Orion.
Their voices mocking Little Walter;
Singing blues to the blacks, browns, and all bands of color.
Harmoniously their cries spawn tides, expunging identities.
There is peace lodged in the throats of mutes.
Yoga is poetry in the form sign language.
Exchanging idioms between flexibility and endurance.
This Being –
Firm like a mountain, pose
Still like a tree, yet
a Warrior soul.
…
-Leighrick
This Plane
As I’m on this plane, I’m writing our names in the clouds.
Though I miss you extremely despite the elevation I still feel high.
It’s almost impossible to explain your touch, the clouds know it’s hard to keep dry eyes.
This seat is uncomfortable because it’s not your lap.
My body will ache for some months because your not attached, and all these people need to shut the fuck up because they sound nothing like your laugh.
When the train arrived your words hugged me the whole ride, giving me the comfort of knowing this isn’t a goodbye.
That whole ride I cried, I still feel as though I’m dying inside.
Instead like the winds you kept strong for me.
I saw the love in your eyes and felt the warmth in your heart.
I know things will change temporarily but what remains is the love in our hearts.
I’ll always be there and you’ll always be here.
No one nor thing will be able to fill the void in our hearts.
A race against insanity, seems like life never wants us to get a head start.
I feel miserable, I want to cry, but deep inside I know my tears aren’t invisible.
I don’t these people bugging asking me what’s wrong.
I might scream, and curse…cause deep inside I wanna strap something to chest and let them all feel my hurt.
I’m shaking my head.
I keep complaining, and complaining this feeling isnt forever.
Already my heads getting fucked up, no more time to be selfish…
this battle is against time.
I have end this because the more I write,
the more tears that build up.
Just know that I’m with you.
I Love You.
-Leighrick
Dear Diary
Trying to emulate an open book.I lay here a diary, waiting to be broken open.
Longing to have my stories leap into someones hands and be embraced –
Instead of hidden.
Recovering old memories, chasing bubbles with siblings and cousins.
My grandparents grass was so green,
All the other sides surrounding were concrete.
Love couldn’t get much better than this.
Sneaking sips of Caprisuns,
“Just reuse the straw”
“I saw another box under the table”
“Great!”
“They shouldn’t miss this one.”
Turn the page and feel my emotions get bullied by words, said by people
I wish I never heard.
Now you’ve met them, and
We share something in common.
Sensitive like the t.v. antenna in the living room.
Trying to emulate an open book.
My house is like a library.
Several books, but even more stories.
I lay here a diary, waiting to be broken open.
Longing for someone to tease death, because they know if they read it,
I’l kill em !
Only to have my words revive their spirit.
I never told them I could write.
I never told them they taught me how.
You’ve skipped pages towards the end,Anxious to see how I turned out.
You left the pages with stains from my heart – faced down.
Discovering my smile in every caricature I draw,
trying to mask my normal frown.
I remember laughing until I cried,
And crying until no one new the difference.
Until it all came alive, and
you realize most of my life have been served through sentences.
The Notebook –You’ve read plenty of love stories and letters.
Every time you see a picture of a broken heart,
You can smell the tears on the page.
Then you come across a hotel I drew to house all of my mistakes,
with extra closet space, just in case my skeletons try to escape.
You can’t feel your body.
Reading these words seem to articulate my fate.
Trying to emulate an open book.
I lie here like a diary, with stories repeated and untold.
Bold truth and white lies.
I can’t be individual by myself.
There’s so many characters in this book;
which story will you choose from?
The author doesn’t change, only the interpretations.
-Leighrick
Phenomenal Woman
For all that you have given me,
I can return but love.
On the days when the sun isn’t shining so bright,
Your smile brightens my world, and glistening in your smile is your heart of gold.
Your eyes caress my uneasiness, letting me know everything will be okay.
How can you know how much you mean to me?
After a number of heartaches, there unconditional love lays.
Blessed I am, for the woman you are, and the one I will become.
Since birth it’s been you & I.
I know I have a lot of siblings,
You share a separate yet special bond with each us.
But lately, I’ve been caught up in this growth between myself and my pride.
I know I haven’t been an easy child, however
I’m just trying to express to you my apologies.
I look into your eyes and see the wounds on your soul, your hurt.
I admire what you’ve provided me with.
I am grateful.
Anyone can see it in our lives,
The joy each one of us derives,
in just knowing that the other one is there –
To care and understand,
To lend an ear or hold a hand,
And celebrate in the memories and love we share.
Mommy,
You’ve passed onto me your elegant attributes.
Beauty,
&
Intelligence.
Your hugs are laced with tender, loving, care.
Your kisses calm down my heart, and give me reassurance that you’ll always be there.
Phenomenal Woman.
Your skin glows, radiant with triumph.
Legendary.
My inspiration to become everything, you know I can be.
You helped to build my mind.
And I want you to know –
The thought of you by me
Makes me smile and give thanks to God for having you in my life.
We will be close
Forever, not just for a while.
I appreciate my mother.
Gentle yet Strong.
You’ve been patient when I’m foolish;
You give me guidance even when I don’t ask.
Its evident you can do most anything;
A master of every task.
You’ve been my cushion when I fall.
Help in times of trouble.
I love you more than you know,
You have my entirety of respect.
And if God gave me my choice of mothers,
There would be no question,
You’d be the one I would select.
So
Although time is non-directional, it always moves forward.
We have memories to look back on, and I am able to bask in your love.
It’s said,
“The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness”
Well it doesn’t just take mother’s day to let you to understand,
That not only are you My Mother, but
A Phenomenal Woman.
Love Always,
–Leighrick
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