I want to be better than I’ve ever been.And,Every time I smoke I’m fallen after taking every hit.Boxed in by a sedative alleviating nothing but my readiness,To burn a bridge only leading me into a Hell I’m in.Meant for a soul dead of any light no matter where you look inside of itDespite of its... Continue Reading →
Press Decline, It’ll Change Your Life…
Honestly,Writing’s been quite different ever since I began my journey to sobriety.A journey where I don’t half-ass it like I’ve been for the past couple of years.Smoking my troubles away,As soon as I feel any kind of pain,While repeating to myself,“Today will be the day!”Yet,Can’t find the courage to ever let Mary Jane go.Even if... Continue Reading →
Rootz Of A Lost Bronx Child – Freewrite #38
Had to take a minute to sit down and reflect on my state of mind hoping I can get to know myself a little bit more. Because, as much as I love to write my heart away, my palms itch for some difference. Something to take my eyes away from memories I'm sick of replaying... Continue Reading →
I Dine Alone
Thoughts I write up,Like day jobs and strike one.Batter's up,While I'm boxed in,On a search for diamonds without a need to buy one.I'm shining!Glass cups to my lightbulb while I light blunts.I'm dining alone with many knives,A,Will to survive with demons in mind,Who believe I should die!Regardless of all my beliefs in Christ... But,I let... Continue Reading →
Lost To The Dagger
What's it mean when you sit down and,Can't utter a single word out nor,Express how you feel any moment you try to let go?Of everything.Everything weighing your mind down into a darkness you've promised you'd never fall back into… Tell me,What does it?Because,A heart can't keep beating to the echoes of silence while isolated from... Continue Reading →
Spirit Or Spirits
We were created without ever knowing how.A feat we will never reach no matter how deep we dig into rabbit holes overflown with doubt.Rabbit holes leading us toward truths about,Our spirit,Its entire meaning of existence,And every reason why it should be given all of the attention it may need.Eventually.Attention others fear to gift themselves in... Continue Reading →
Raw Paper
Imagine being the guy no one reaches out to.The guy everybody ignores anytime there's a holiday,Even if it is his birthday too.How awful it feels to be forgotten.How daunting it is to be wrong in the eyes of every who used to love you… Heartbreaking,Yes!But,That's me.A reality I've had to let sink and fill my... Continue Reading →
Harsh Blunts
Beginnings of a poem can be hard.Especially,When all you want to do is see humanity crumble by its own karma.Humanity deserves every bit of it!,But,Who am I to open my mouth and alarm us?Too many Bel-air dreams with a will to farm a plant,Drink as many shots you can,With a pill in hand!No matter how... Continue Reading →
Conversation Had With Myself, Pt. 1
“Just do it…Just quit.” Says the voice in my head every time I set fire to another blunt. On most days, it feels like I’m setting fire to my own situation. No longer a joy as it was in the past. Sure, cannabis can be mind-blowing for some of us. But, in a world that... Continue Reading →
Ha! We’re Running Circles Around you.
Trapped within 4 walls closing in on my sanity.Delusions of grandeur take over my mind the closer they get.Strong enough to push them away!I thought to myself…But,Scrunched I was.By the blindness I force myself to experience when hugging the likes of Mary Jane with my yellowed fingertips.Lonely,As I fall through the middle of a cloud... Continue Reading →