"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Sobriety is amazing. You breathe better. Sweat less under pressure. All the pain you've been feeling for so long, Goes away in the snap of a finger. But, Can it heal my mind? Yea, Your tunnel vision is much clearer, But, Can it allow me to feel happy for once in my life? I just,... Continue Reading →
*Side Note* - The poem below is a piece I wrote during a recent relapse with alcohol. I wanted to post this in light of my 3 months of sobriety as of now. Life can always change as long as you put your mind to it! Please enjoy 💜 What is this existence all for... Continue Reading →
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" He repeated after watching Mike Breen go 'ball'-listic while dazzled by Kawhi Leonard's last-second, game winning shot against the 7sixers in game seven of their long-ass playoff series. I mean, Hell. He did it while in a Toronto Raptors jersey (makes it more exciting on behalf of their barrage of losses throughout NBA history.)... Continue Reading →
Better get this money, Some honeys, Guns for you to start bucking, Everybody hating by the hundreds... A motto, Many live by. Won't swallow their pride, Trying to get by. Sly! Packing a hollow, For anyone solid without an eye for a model, Nor a bottle... "I'm high!..." All over their mind, When I wouldn't... Continue Reading →
Sobriety is weird. Hard to get used to after years with a desk stacked with beers and liquor, Anytime a tear raced down the corners of my eyes. I can see why many lie in fear when our feelings storm around inside. Clearer than before, Now that all the rain on my side stopped pouring... Continue Reading →
It takes a while to get back up, When you're knocked down to the ground while your bones rust. After all that we go through before our time is up, Life requires you to explore all avenues. And, It makes you feel all sorts of attitudes, That will land you on curbs of a street,... Continue Reading →
Ever wanted to leave a note, Just in case? A simple note just saying, "Hey, I'm sorry for doing what I did. I didn't mean to keep drinking those drinks, Even though I knew I probably wouldn't wake up again..." I know, So grim. But, You never know which bottle that'll put you to sleep... Continue Reading →
Trauma nickle-plated. Having dinner while elated with an appetite for the ages. Apple seeds planted by John Doe's who handed Life's answers to us kids paving, The way to destruction, Are eaten in vain and, Never is there an apology behind the way they're behaving. Ignorance is bliss when you're full of pain in, A... Continue Reading →
Which one's the bottle that will do it. When I'm choosing drinks over matters, I only ask, "When will I lose it? When's the next time I will use it? Why do I feel useless? Why am I so abusive of drinks and what is so illusive about these demons I see when I blink?... Continue Reading →
As an addict, Can't promise you that I won't overdose. Just a thought I felt most won't show others. A thought hidden deep within every mind, Disturbed. Every mind where silence can be heard. A sound so eerie to the Average. Yet, So comforting for the Insanely Addicted... And, What purpose do I have writing... Continue Reading →
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