"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Today's piece is more of a statement than prose or a poem. There aren't many rhythms I can think of this very moment. All I can think of is escaping from a family that has lost its mind in ways I never thought would happen growing up as a lonely kid in the South Bronx.... Continue Reading →
No one ever knows which day is their last.For some of us,It is an attachment similar to a bungee jump beneath a bridge.Instead of losing yourself inside of shallow waters poured by the outcries of Anger you haven't dealt with,That rope of smoke grabs you just in time to pull you back onto the ledge,Until,You... Continue Reading →
Haven't been good in what feels like,An aeon my inner child became too tired to keep on counting.Sick of waking up first thing in the morning doubting what I,Haven't yet attempted.Putting my phone aside to meditate after much needed bed rest.Breathing when I'm feeling anxious about when I need to do the next best thing,And... Continue Reading →
Living inside of your own head is like,Dipping your feet in a lake of fire while you watch them violently dissolve.An inevitable implosion a Hot-Head cannot prevent,Without a will to move forward instead of dwelling on a past already behind them…But,What is home if I'm not welcomed anywhere I go?The only way is up after... Continue Reading →
Home feels like,An ash tray where we litter our bridges lit by the embers we ignite,Whether it's the sunshine or,Mary Jane wrapped in a sheet of anger you choose to let simmer and burn her… Left in the dust!Was I,Within a home I could never call my own,As my old soul grew aware of the... Continue Reading →
I've burnt bridges,Without ever looking back!So that I can drink water from a pond where the small fish swim in.Never better than the next man!Nor have I ever planned to be since I was born by a force,Omniscient,Egging me to crack out of my shell to swallow any pill killing,Everything I thought would incinerate me... Continue Reading →
Their mouths were tainted by miasmata I vow to kill,Miasmata with no ability to sicken my vessel protected by God's Will.How?A question I cannot answer until…I rid myself of my own…Because,Weed smoke still subjugates my train of thought even if it is of a different kind,The kind that Mary Jane provides when you're lonely during... Continue Reading →
An after thought in her eyes once shimmering in love when looking toward my way.A ghost floating past a vessel familiar to my palms now bleeding from the grip of my inner rage,Flaring out in episodes as an outcast,Gone mad and all that!As I bind together ideas for the escape of the century…
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 →
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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