Man sometimes I get so frustrated with myself and the mistakes I make, but I realize I will keep making them until I learn my lesson. I have to also take into consideration that I am young, but no matter what age I am these life comes with its set of challenges. I am grateful to have the set of eyes to realize this. I wont be able to spell satisfaction with the action. I will be better.
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Brainstorming…
The Ambition of a Writer.
I’d travel all seven seas, and spend a night in Atlantis just so one can understand the depth from which I speak.
On the days I feel all hope for my creativity has vanished,
My heart skips a beat, I begin to bleed ink,
I regurgitate my passion.
I speak,
My vocabulary expands its horizons, as my composition book fills itself with growth – and I am no master at life, but in my world imagination knows no limits.
I look outside my window, and all that appears is a blank canvas, a world unprepared for the voice of the unspoken artists…
-Leighrick
Mirrored Silouhettes [pt2]
I’m falling back but I don’t feel anyone behind me. Im trying break my fall but I’m breaking every other bone in the process.
My mind is trying to process these thoughts, separate the good from the bad.
Trying to decipher the tears from the smiles. And the confusion from the laughter.
Life’s taking:
the Sweetness out my Satisfaction.
the Dreams out of my Sleep.
Its safe to say…
I’m lost. I’m misunderstood.
I don’t know what to do
for myself, but
I continuously do for others.
I know what I want.
I yearn for what I need.
I am thankful for what I have…maybe I am selfish,
because…THAT’S STILL NOT ENOUGH.
I wish people could just read my mind.
The good and the bad thoughts.
I wish people could just see what I see.
The potential and the fuck ups.
I just want to find me.
I am surround with people that adore me.
Yet
I haven’t found me and accepted myself for what I see, acknowledging what I want to be,
Go to sleep.
&&
GET THE FUCK OVER IT…..
because its KILLING ME.
-Leighrick
Her Stories Lock
Her story’s Lock
They call it His-story, but what about her.
We only get a month, even though we were the first to walk this earth.
And ever since I could read, I’ve been blinded by their lies, and deaf to my truths.
How do they expect me to understand, if our story is put in disguise?
We’re still in this race for equality, and I’m damn sure gonna get mine.
And if they’re not giving it up, I’m damn sure gone take it. Before my time is up they will respect my natives.
We may only get a couple of pages towards the end of the book, but they know we were the beginning.
The majority of my education has been raped to keep me away from the knowledge of my ancestors.
We created history, but it’s all because of her.
And maybe him too, but you can’t have a race without two runners that make it.
So every time I put this pen to this paper or these fingers to these keys.
Another story is revealed about the past of these thieves!
-Leighrick
Letter to the Future [Lost Children pt 1]
Dear Lost Children,
I am writing you this letter, asking you to take my hand. I would like us to take a trip to see this countries past. I am writing you this letter letting you know not to be scared, because I am here to prepare you. I know you yearn for knowledge and guidance, but they’re hiding and burning the books in which some truths are kept (in order to sustain this well lit Hell). I know you are starving, but please child, do not kneel to the Golden Arches of the Burger Kings. I know you want to play, but please don’t roam these streets following the blind, and unattended.
You may ask, “who am I?” or “who are you?“; I am the Present and you are the Future. You see — I am writing you this letter as a gift, so TURN OFF THE TELEVISION and READ. I know you’re young, therefore you need to understand they are killing Our Mother, Our Sisters, and Our Brothers! But this Nation was founded on lies and corruption, so you have every right to blame our Fore Fathers.
Lost Children you may not be concerned because they’ve put you in a box, and marked the target with an “X“, but Ive come to help heal you. They are trying to strip you of everything. I hand-down to you any and everything I have to ensure your Knowledge and Safety.
PLEASE PAY ATTENTION! I know it’s hard because your young, don’t let them trick you into thinking you have some disorder, they are just scared at the fact that I’m lining you up like soldiers and preparing for you the take over. I can BET my life and guarantee that these next couple of 16 years wont be so sweet. You’re absorbing all this like a sponge, but I refuse to let them dumb you down like Patrick.
TURN OFF THE RADIO! Don’t repeat those demeaning words, I know its hard because the tune is catchy, but my generation is the victim to the venom , and are now they have become lost generals. Listen to me, you Lost Children are our not so distant futures last chance at hope. But you don’t need the whips and chains, to see that this countries is trying make your life worth less rather than change. Be the change, and the sense, you are worth everything I’ve wrote.
Do not eat the shit they feed you, because it’ll only stunt your growth and widen the chances of you being incapable, but NEVER GIVE UP! And if I am not present, and they so happen to knock you down its okay. Just GET UP, do not stand by and allow them to keep thinking they’re stronger. PUT THAT HAPPY MEAL DOWN!
Lost Children, I know it hurts, but I’m trying to ease the pain and heal you, because these battle scars leave marks embedded in you physically and mentally. I am sorry my children, but war has been declared. I’ll just end this first letter asking you to join me on the next journey, our brother and sister countries, and prepare to save them too….
Reminding you to DROP THE REMOTE & PICK UP BOOKS.
I will be here to help guide you…
LOVE ALWAYS,
–Leighrick, The Present
My First Legal Drink : Priceless
July 1, 2013
Dear World,
Barely a week has passed since I’ve turned 21, and Saturday I lost my ID…..sigh.
I’m really too bummed about it, because I took it as a sign. For some days I had been feeling “disconnected”. In which case, I ventured off to my place of peace, the Beach. During my admiration of I being a witness of the sunset, I guess, somehow my ID and bus card slipped out my pocket. I was so in awe, I stood and watched as it was carried away in the swallow of waves.
The Pacific Ocean, Mother Nature had embraced me. With this overwhelming feeling of comfort.Still grasping the reality; now more than ever I am connected with the world.
Yes, we all leave footprints that get washed away as if we were never there, but I stood and thought with excitement where will I end up?! Who will find me?! Better who will I find?
I am at peace.
(Don’t confuse with passion with pure happiness. In reality it really sucks that it happened lol)
However I try to envision silver lines in clouds. More than ever I can be whoever I want to be! I can be a kid again, having aged wisdom.
I mean I wanted a new ID anyways, maybe in this new one I won’t look like a Hobbit.
[Below are pictures I took in the moment]
–Leighrick
deLIBERATION
Sitting —Scratch that. Laying here thinking. Thinking…Thinking….laying here. Funny how things work out.
Some people believe everything happens for a reason;on the other hand, one action is result of another action. Don’t be fooled by “destiny” or “fate“, people make decisions. They have questions, and often seek answers. I don’t want the answers to those questions anymore.
I’ve made peace with my past, in which a new story unveils….barely setting pen to paper, pages turn themselves.
Laying in awe, in confusion, in….unsurprising disbelief.
I’ve learned not to continue writing the new material in an old book though I may be continuing stories; instead to start a new book. One in which many characters aren’t included, and there is more depth in the questions asked, more wisdom and enlightenment in answers we choose to seek., and the plot thickens.
Science Fiction or Fictionalized Faith.
PROCLAMATION TRANSFORMATION 