Time To Go Shoppin’ Again

Driven to the edge, When steering past a big bump on the road. Spiralling all over until I notice the gas tank in my car is about to explode. I try to come to a stop... But, My seatbelt had me in a slipknot while I went for broke. Punching the glass, Windows I've had,... Continue Reading →

Watchmen

Proud to admit that I am not perfect. What you see in the surface? Is who I am, Just another man who keeps working. At least I try my best to be honest rather than a con who is jerking you. With lies they rehearse in hues, Too dark for anyone to see. A wordsmith,... Continue Reading →

Notes Of Love

I just want to know how it feels like to really love again. In the arms of Queen rather than a sedative. No smoke, Just smiles in the air regaining my breath again. Question is, How will it come? What do I have to do? As a man who has much to lose? What shall... Continue Reading →

How Would You Even Know?

How do you know when your heart 'is in it'? Knowing your life depends on it? I often don't realize I'm thirsty, Until my mouth is dry and can't recite a single sonnet. Signs you must be aware of before you make a response in, Vain... Can't say you don't lie to yourself from time... Continue Reading →

Invisible Cloakz

I don't really like being outside, Unless it is cold. Kind of feels like a monster keeps stalking me everywhere I go... My heart beats. And beats... And beats... While all of my tears flow. Left, Right, Down as the wind blows... A villain in her eyes, Misunderstood by the unknown trapped inside of my... Continue Reading →

Legendary

I look back at my life some times and realize, I've come a long way just to reach a certain level of sanity... And vanity, Just glad to be, Me. It's a first, Just to face the mirror and smirk, Through thorny vines in this concrete jungle, The abyss of the struggle, Reminding you of... Continue Reading →

I Can’t Call It

I guess that's why I speak to myself often, Because I'm the only one who knows my pain, Really. Day to day. You get used to it being a lone soldier for most of your time. An outcast is what was casted upon his broken confidence, Him, Who I once was, slummed, In the outskirts... Continue Reading →

Broken Like A Pencil

His lower spine feels like that one pencil you'd suffer Writer's Block with. Slammed around for every moment you wish to scribble away the hurt you feel, But, Can't. Knows how to relieve himself of this pain, But, The thought of confronting that demon? So daunting...

The Kid Who Found A Magic Pen

That's why I picked up a pen, To right my wrongs, And repent for all, The things I've done to myself and the one I've bawled over. For so many nights. Courting accountability as I should've in the first place while sober... There is power in being an Author. Knowing how to solder words together,... Continue Reading →

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