"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Dejected,Rejected.Whichever adjective you pick,They'll both work the same.As I isolate from a world causing the kind of pain most don't come back from,Here I am,Alone in a daze.But,Not the kind where I'd hide behind a tree underneath some shade.The kind where you separate from a world,Taking refuge under God's palm while phased,By flesh calling for... Continue Reading →
Mondays.How mundane they can be.Yet,Their importance weighs heavy,As the start of a week where you get to decide to let it all go,Or,Continue carrying what's making your knees buckle,And,Buckle.Trembling with each step taken forward,Towards a jungle too dark for one to foresee the outcome of their journey through.What Monday truly is,Is your chance to break... Continue Reading →
An empty gas tank tends to form me into a languid bibliotaph uninterested in reading any stort falling into my lap,Too weak to bear the weight of.It isn't like it was years ago,Where I'd fight in urgency when dealing with an energy bar running low.Nowadays,I'd rather put my controller down,Accept my losses,And,See what tomorrow brings... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I ask myself,"Am I still alive?"I haven't seen my shadow for a whilr,Ever since you said good-byr.Can't help,But,To think,"Did I waste my life?"Chasing who I thought was my other half.Ripped apart from my palm while I held a knife on the other hand.Not realizing it was I who split us down a middle I... Continue Reading →
Seeking a legion of soldiers to go to war with is,Weaking treason against what's blocking my metamorphisis.What I need is a reason to keep moving forward in,A field fill of dreams in a season as hot as every corner with,A warning sign,Glaring in your face each time you pass by,Crash sites littered by packs besides,Minds... Continue Reading →
Open mics are exhausting.Full of so many personalities,Opportunities,And,Support most of us don't feel like we deserve.The chance to observe reasons why we're so hard on ourselves.Dreams we're blessed to witness come alive,As well as doe for reasons we may never know.But,It's a sign worthwhile.An adventure for a drifter with no table to place his journal... Continue Reading →
An observor is all you can be when you're a drifter without a home to lay His head in.Human interaction is what I've dreaded,For as long as I can remember while heading towards heaven,I find in a pen,And,Paper littered with my thoughts,Dreams,Knowing I will never receive a citation for it.I'm quite proud to have hoarded,Journal... Continue Reading →
Solitude.Isolation.A super power in a world over-stimulated by social ties choking their senses until the point of oblivion.Does it mean I've steered away from interaction?No.It just means I have a drive speeding towards peace while I'm on a road full of too many infractions.I've had enough relationships.My situation is too complicated for most to understand... Continue Reading →
Looking for a place to fit in feels like,A game of tetris reaching its end without enough space to place the next block before the finish line.More like,A game of Pac-Man being chased by ghosts with every intent to eat you alive,Out-running your attempt to escape a labrynth full of food for thought that'll never... Continue Reading →
Parading around in a mask is what most of us do year round.While some say,"I began watching to feel some excitement!"The rest,A select few,Refused to masquerade in a lie meant,To distract us from a truth most blissfully ignore.The artificial love along comradery fading away as fast as a dark cloud gliding through a sky raining... Continue Reading →
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