Tag Archives: Thoughtful

Broken Open

Still in a room,
A broken mirror reflects flawless smiles of all those that once stared before it.
Gleaming eyes looking for themselves in fragments of light.
I can’t yet see through.

Walking…
My tears and the street lights create stained glass.
Looking at memories abandoned in pictures, and the pain that is sheltered, buried, and concealed in temples.

Implicitly.

Shattered and now broken open.

I pick up the pieces with the roughest edges first.
I cut myself — countless times.

It hurts not to scream!
As a child you are taught that silence is comforting,
Explicitly a fools gold, a dastardly violence.

The blood has been contaminated with secrecy.
Life’s own mystery;
What good is the knowledge of hystori if the truth never gets told?

Exposed.
Undressing wounds
I see myself in rare form….beautiful….
Vulnerable.

This bigger picture envisioned is actually a puzzle;
we are each others pieces.
There are no borders, filters, nor frames….
Regardless not everyone fits, still you are..

Limitless…

-Leighrick

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Sugar Honey Ice Tea

If loving you is wrong, then I want to be right, cause I heard opposites attract, and I know it’s true because when I was in the dark you were my light. Like iced tea, and batteries. Two negatives only make a positive when they are multiplied, but I’m not ready for children. So until then instead of hearing me, I ask you to listen.
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.

The Amazing Race?

You’ve been there. I’ve been there. People long to be there, but who wants to leave? People run away from love. People chase love. In essence, it’s all on the same track. Hard to tell who is sprinting and who is fleeing. They’re all chasing it without knowing who’s in front. Whose chasing who and who’s is running away?

Leighrick

Life’s a Beach

I need my place of peace. I need to stare into the ocean and see my reflection. I need run my fingers through the sand, so my heart can convince my mind to release me.I need to see the stars, and shout to my ancestors even if they can’t hear me. I just want them to know that I’m listening. And I want to go there with my pen and my pad and illustrate what I see through words and not images. I just want to lay back with my eyes close and hear the waves whispering.

Leighrick

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Black Thought

Heavy hearts are burdens
Broken hearts are cherished.

For love we perish
In love we age.

With black clouded fantasies,
to make believe is valued.

The proof is in the pudding,
Instant truth digesting questions.

More questions than answers
curiosity spreads like cancer.

The sickness of inaccuracy corrodes faith.

Maybe all the rights are wrong
Maybe all the downs are up

May be the reason we think the sky houses souls
When it rains is that them crying, listening to the lies being told?
Watching the future unfold.

A wrinkle in time is a smile perceived as beauty.
Strength mirrors will.

To become or to exist?

Trying is harder than living, but death is defying?

Answering questions with questions, seems to be the only answer.

Leighrick

The Declaration of Inception

They know I’ll never give up,

instead they’re coming for my dreams.

Dream Killers on the hunt for me.

I stay fighting,

while your thinking it’s amusing I don’t sleep.

Insomnia’s no hobby.

I’m praying asking to be looked over,

it happens some days, but honestly

some days being grateful slips to the back mind.

Along with other thoughts, I care not to bring to the light.

I’ve only experienced 20 years of being Human,

but that’s easily forgotten, many have been given much less time to comprehend.

Who knows, they could’ve had bigger dreams than mine before permanently being laid to rest.

Either way I’m learning by living.

Their Hate,

Serenading my ambition.

Sending bombs to no mans lands,

A part of my mind that shouldn’t have be penetrated.

With an annex to my heart, and a well to the pit of my soul.

I stand guard at the pinnacle.

Pens cocked like assault riffles, verbal grenades, bazooka mics, and adjectives shaped like pocket knives.

Leighrick, Poetic Renegade.

I am protecting my aspirations,

acquiring strength through the trails & tribulations.

Cant close my eyes, but

at the same time

I’m trying to secure my visions.

Its already challenging to handle the taunts of temptation.

Mirages of freedom, a depleted cold world,

The sun keeps my heart warm, and I’m not thirsty yet.

I’m just trying to [be]Live my dreams, but

if they’re on a steady hunt to shoot em down —

then….shit,

I gotta make My Dreams, My Reality.

 

Leighrick