Have Mercy

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

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 Miseducation of the misunderstood

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

Tomorrow Morrows, Today’s Present

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

A Strangers Greatest Gift

People can’t smell their own shit, like they have something up their noses.
They don’t even bother to flush the toilet.
That stench could make this whole place a hazard zone.

Danger! Danger!
Read all about it.
There’s knives in backs, children slain, and money missing out of wallets.

These mask are impeccable,
Who are the cosmetologist?
Quite plastic you are, because you don’t feel a thing.
Your smile is misery’s company.

Am I your pain medicine?
When you’re hurting, you use me, and abuse me.
Leaving me clueless & empty.
Vacant like the lots that surround our inner cities.

In the shadows of the Hollywood lights –
Do the people who don’t have property own the streets, or is this war?

I have the tattoos of a warrior,
Inexperienced perceptions of being ready for the battle,
I fought back.
Revealing contusions deeper than trenches
Thankfully, spirits cannot be paralyzed.

But surely they can be idle.

Fairy tale endings don’t exist in this nightmare.
I told you I’d never leave you, and you abandoned me.

I guess along with depression, vanity is your companion, because
They are the only two things that seem to last in this material world
where wearing aura isn’t fashionable, but
Lady Gaga’s doing something right.

Danger! Danger!
Read all about it
There’s parent-less children, starving countries, corruption in knowledge, and misuse of power!

Why should we pay to go to college if I am the future?
People should learn to invest in tomorrow.

Trying to drink from the fountain of youth,
When did it become so hard to swallow?

You’ve been marinating for some years,
Give thanks for the time borrowed.

Like napkins you can’t give it back, at least not the way you accepted it.
What do all these preconceived beliefs of being immaculate mean?

Days continue to elapse.
I’ve been pregnant with this piece.

I don’t know about you, but I came out the womb screaming!
“PEACE!”
Hanging by a thread they cut without my permission.
I was covered in blood, they should’ve gave me a few more minutes
Before cutting off my oxygen, my food supply…..most importantly my mother & I’s connection.

So you see, you cant get clean, if you haven’t been dirty.
And just because you’re standing now, doesn’t mean that you are sturdy.
Unless you’re a palm tree?
Deceivingly slim, surprisingly strong.

I use to think the dew on grass were tears from trees, because they were lonely.

Danger! Danger!
Read all about it.
Don’t follow the shadows, they can’t see where they’re headed.
The blind leading the blind is a misconception.

My pen is my weapon,
That only spreads love.
HUG LIFE!
Every stranger could use one.

Vigilant Leighrick

Confidently Lost

Your kisses feel like wet cotton.

Your embrace is energizing like hot coffee.

I notice you have this glaze in your eye that could make a donut jealous…

Each moment is memorizing, like a dream that’s never ending.

Existing in this space together; such closeness can be invigorating.

Who knew we could time travel?

Behold the future.

Who knew there could be privacy in honesty?

Trusting you with the a version of myself I have yet to accept.

Who knew beauty could exist in such awkwardness?

Giving me the chance to feel special through the blues.

Talking all that jazz, whispering sweet nothings..

smooth like a 90s R&B single.

They don’t know…

You make me wanna..

Love a little bit harder, hold on tight,  so we can get stronger

In the face of right and wrong

Everything is everything, but nothing even matters.

Disown the mis-education of unconditional love.

 

-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