"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Sobriety feels like a knife being stuck in the middle of my palms,During nights where my soul isn't calm.How badly I want a drink,Or a smoke,I cannot describe while I dive into past poems I wrote,As a reminder to never give up… Giving up on myself is the last thing I desire!But,I can't help but... Continue Reading →
On most nights,I don't believe I will ever be loved,Again.Difficult it is to think as I live my life through a journal and a pen.It's a hard-knock life I don't regret.After all,It's the only thing I know how to do while I flow from a chest,Inflated by hope while exhaling my sins… I'm not perfect.Like... Continue Reading →
No one looks the same unless they're next to doppelgangers,But,Most are outrageously concerned with whom their colors match with after,Joining parties acting as a gang,More than a group looking out for the other within middle grounds often shattered,By everybody's need to be in front of lines where they see red,Leaving others blue over green without... Continue Reading →
Rain.It'll flood the scene regardless of pace.Whether it's cats and dogs or a scotch mist,If it doesn't stop in a matter of time,You will drown and be embalmed in,The minds of others by fluids only harvested when one is teary-eyed,And,Never will the thought be a drop-dead image for,Anyone seeking a sight for sore eyes when,They're... Continue Reading →
Cleaning up an act upstaging each demon on your shoulder,Is a war not everyone is built for,As it takes a different kind of strength to keep living life sober.I mean,Look around you!Why wouldn't you want a drink with what's happening all over?… Presidents who were not designed to lose.Orchestrated tragedies to blind us from the... Continue Reading →
What's hidden in plain sight,Will come to light,When most begin to read in between every line within this playwright called,Life.All my time,Is now dedicated to the raw might of faith,A pen and piece of paper for every night I've grown tired of wasting.Why?… I mean,Why get closer to the one enclosure below us where,Endless souls... Continue Reading →
A brother's keeper,I would be,If I had one to begin with.What I had growing up were,Two strangers around me I've forsook,Because of their unapologetic sickness,Contagious by a touch I've done my best to avoid until I,Myself,Have gotten addicted… There was no other choice for my,Chance to say,"Good Riddance!"To a train of smoke with one single... Continue Reading →
The same, the same, the same, the same, the same! That's just how it's been for the past few weeks and it's driving me insane. I may have reached two months without smoking marijuana, but something is still missing. A part of myself still seems to be AWOL without ever wanting to come back… All... Continue Reading →
Twenty days without smoking Mary Jane. What an accomplishment for a man like me who couldn't stop smoking until a tragedy happened. But, at this point, I'm just confused. So, so confused as to how I'm supposed to be living my life. Friends? I would love some. Family? I already have, but I feel like... Continue Reading →
Dying isn't easy because,You have to remain silent within a grave.Gravel?The blindfold from sun rays revealing a hideous face,Worn to the point of no return while gazing into limbo.From a window fogging up by blunts of endo as I get low…Like,The window next to me that's been closed…But I,Understand how it's my consequence for snooping... Continue Reading →
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