Wind Tunnels

A troubled mind travels through wind tunnels of angst and despair,Colder than a night below 30° without a blanket in sight.Forever cursed by idle hands refusing to write their own life story… Yet,On a search it goes!A search that won't conclude unless you face yourself along every waning goal,It promised it'd never let go of…... Continue Reading →

Spaced Out

Vastness of space clutters the mind.In silence.Even if Anxiety hits its boiling point,What other choice do you have,But,To patiently sit while you feel it slip away?There are no answers.Just,An ebb & flow of life we're forced to sway to.Either with a smile,Or,A frown.Whatever your dear heart may choose…

Nights At The Museum

Eyes glare at me as if I'm a museum exhibit.Stuck behind walls made of glass,But,The art I display is not for show while I fix my act and revitalize my waning spirit.Yet,Others stare,And stare,With a chuckle here and there,After witnessing what most in New York city call a tragedy.A pair of hole-ridden shoes with the... Continue Reading →

Don’t Leave A Message After The Beep

Nights like these, There aren't many things to think about. Sitting down, Taking deep breaths is enough for a man just, Trying to change his whereabouts. Address the plethora of skeletons within a closet locked by many doubts, Of a life full of smiles pending on resilience within a discipline I now replenish with a... Continue Reading →

Scrambled Eggs, No Bacon.

Scrambled.Although I’ve escaped my shell,My emotions have been more than what I could normally handle.Being egged on by lies coercing me to shout and scream until I,Cry…How can they not be?I’d walk in a different fashion,But,I’m worn out from everyone who mocks me.Struggling to quit a habit that prompts me to pant till I pass... Continue Reading →

Pain Is Honest

Do you know why others hate it when you're too honest with your pain? Because, Most carry shame for their past while you're brave enough to face it, To able to live happily another day. So, We are forced to stand tall, Alone. Dealing with trials and tribulations with a smile we fake until we... Continue Reading →

Turn The Speakers Off

Clouded.By fear of being myself amongst demons walking in the flesh.Surrounded,By vessels emptied of their heart and soul,As I watch those akin to my blood become just like them… Would call them family,But,That would require loyalty and change at a price only God can set.Being pennywise,I only have enough for myself as man pressured by... Continue Reading →

A Giver’s Heart

Sun doesn't care about your sneakers scuffed up by long periods of poverty.Sun doesn't care if you're a thief of peace.Sun doesn't care if you're a wealthy man,Rich from beggar's change.Sun just,Doesn't care if you're the neighborhood drunk with a pocket full of rage.Sun will always beam a ray of warmth along your path,Regardless if... Continue Reading →

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