Spoken Word – PROCLAMATION TRANSFORMATION

Have Mercy

January 15, 2019December 23, 2020Posted in Pieces of PoetryTagged Art, Beauty, Emotions, Expression, Faith, Feelings, Growth, Heal the Pain, Honesty, Inspiration, Leighrick, Love, Mental Health, Online Writing, Pain, Poet, Poetry, Reality, Realization, Realtionships, Reflection, Relationships, Spoken Word, Unconditional Love, Vigilant Leighrick, WritingLeave a comment

I contemplate suicide but you feeling guilty is what keeps me alive

I don’t want to point fingers or call names

It’s love that keeps me alive and I would never regret feeling this way.

Purpose for what it’s worth is expensive

Dignity is a rich mans trash

Endurance is treasure to the wanders

Wondering what exists in the darkness

They call space

The space

Vacuuming and consuming

Nobody sees the ugly parts of galaxies

Aliens are make believe

You are the furthest thing from perfect

The flaws are what make it worth it

Floss until you get under the surface

Rediscovering the left over pieces of your heart

You hid when you were a kid.

Squeeze those feelings

Caress those fears

Kiss the blemishes everyone told you not to pop

Now they are scars but to your face they call them beauty marks

They’re moles

Informants of the soul

The map telling your thoughts to your heart

Only to realize you’ve struck gold.

Dirty

Earthly

Have mercy

On the ones who think they are beyond hurting

No fucks left to give but reciting every fuckme

Fuck my life

But if anyone asks

Shit isn’t so bad

When you think about your life without considering your past

Make it last

Make it fast

But don’t come too soon

This little light of mine

Ain’t so bright with out the

sun or the moon.

-Leighrick

The Best Part

January 14, 2019Posted in Free Writes, Pieces of PoetryTagged Depression, Faith, Family, Feelings, Freedom, Heal the Pain, Leighrick, Life, Love, Online Writing, Peace, Poetry, Self-Love, Spiritual Journey, Spoken Word, Vigilant LeighrickLeave a comment

The best pieces come from broken smiles.

Once it’s complete the peace burst through so painfully.

Why does happiness feel so uncomfortable?

Strange Fiction.

Gathered ‘round telling stories

Gentle whispers brush up against me, and remind me I’m not here to stay.

I don’t decide when to leave.

Trapped & Safe

Wasting away like time

Everyone believes still no one understands

Knowing what’s in front of them is just another moment they’ll forget.

-Leighrick

The Miseducation of the misunderstood

May 26, 2018August 28, 2020Posted in Free Writes, Life, Pieces of Poetry, Transitional PiecesTagged Art, Consciousness, Creative Writing, Death, Depression, Emotions, Expression, Faith, Fear, Feelings, Food for Thought, Freedom, Future, Growth, Heal the Pain, Honesty, Illumination, Individuality, Influence, Inner Self, Insomnia, Knowledge, Leighrick, Life, Love, Mental Health, Online Writing, Pain, Passion, Peace, Poet, Poetry, Questions, Reality, Realization, Reflection, Self-Love, Soul, Spiritual Journey, Spoken Word, Strength, Trust, Truth, Unconditional Love, Unity, Vigilant Leighrick, Wisdom, WritingLeave a comment

The Miseducation of the misunderstood harbors overwhelming anxiety; which creates layers underneath the shell.

Always home like a tortoise, but I am a nomad in my own body.

The feeling of loneliness sets in every time one of my personalities decide to leave.

I am wandering

Invested in a venture that is company to misery.

I declare communicative bankruptcy.

Do me the service of sending all my messages, subliminally. This misinterpreted status will be one for the books.

Face it —

Who are we without the royalties in freedom of speech?

Too many unwritten rights you have, that wasn’t taught to me.

Do you know me?

Do I know you?

How valuable is identity to a thief? The only benefit in this hijacking is the doubt you will finally understand that…

I volunteered, but I never asked.

Never raised my hand in class.

So many questions that still need an answer

So many answers that should be questions.

What will be the solution?

It seems I’m the problem.

I am a weapon – non lethal

A dangerous mind shooting stars

Trynna reach the moon, cause I was told that’s as far as love can go.

I am a victim of time!

Trapped behind the bars in the same cage the bird sung.

Those melodies still linger.

The ink blots begin to show.

I think it’s bleeding through!

I use to dream in cursive until…

Murder she wrote.

Now it’s killing me softly.

The standard is to understand

The extreme is to overstep.

The Miseducation of the misunderstood can’t be taught only felt.

-Leighrick

Everything is Black

March 10, 2018Posted in Pieces of PoetryTagged Abuse, Alcoholism, Depression, Growth, Heal the Pain, Health, Individuality, Influence, Inner Self, Leighrick, Life, Mental Health, Motivation, Online Writing, Pain, Poet, Poetry, Realization, Self-Love, Spiritual Journey, Spoken Word, Vigilant LeighrickLeave a comment

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

A Natural Disaster

February 11, 2018February 11, 2018Posted in Pieces of PoetryTagged Art, Emotions, Faith, Growth, Heal the Pain, Insomnia, Leighrick, Life, Love, Online Writing, Pain, Poetry, Relationships, Self-Love, Spiritual Journey, Spoken Word, Strength, Vigilant LeighrickLeave a comment

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

Tomorrow Morrows, Today’s Present

February 11, 2018February 11, 2018Posted in Pieces of PoetryTagged Art, Emotions, Faith, Falling in Love, Feelings, Future, Illumination, Leighrick, Love, Online Writing, Peace, Poetry, Realization, Relationships, Romance, Spoken Word, Unconditional Love, Vigilant Leighrick, WritingLeave a comment

I love you like tomorrow

Longing for you to come around, but unsure its worth it

There’s this lingering mystery, but really everyday turns out to be the same.

I want you to keep me up at night, because you can’t wait to see me.

I love you like tomorrow, tho there are times you treat me like yesterday.

I see a future with you, but

I’m so worried you won’t stay…

-Leighrick

Pass Me, Bye

April 26, 2016Posted in Free Writes, Pieces of PoetryTagged Leighrick, Life, Marijuanna, Online Writing, Poetry, Spiritual Journey, Spoken Word, Spread LoveLeave a comment

Hi me!
That’s what I say to the high me.
Who me?
That’s what I ask the new me.
How could you?
Not knowing the past could last forever.

Do you love me?
Pass.
Breaking cycles, fuckin’ up rotation….

Spread Love.
The ambition is contagious.
Motivation in the movement.

Would you like to dance?
Asks the Spirit to the Heart.

This world is everything I forgot.
Nice to meet you…

I am Nostalgia.

-Vigilant Leighrick