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 →
Crematorium
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 →
Everything To Lose
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 →
Miasmata
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 →
Escape Of The Century! (Repost)
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…
Pain Is Honest
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 →
A Giver’s Heart
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 →
I Forgive Me (Prose)
Tricked! I was. At least, It’s how I feel internally. Tricked to believe that I was loved unconditionally by the one who promised to never run away, regardless of our circumstance. So many dark truths coming to light only to find that, I was the “monster” lurking through her shadows of happiness… “I would’ve stayed... Continue Reading →
Which One Will I Wear Today?
Lately, It's been hard to write anything. Overthinking till my mind overflows with a sea of memories I drown into, Fatally. Because, A piece of me dies each time I dip my feet inside of it. A sea colder than the heart of a mother who gave up on her son too early despite of... Continue Reading →
Run! Before You Get Burned…
Don’t know what to say,Think,Nor feel.Yet,Anger likes to rise up my spine and escape my mouth in sentences meant to detain another’s sanity.So often stuck in a cell,I can’t help but feel trapped in such hysterical realities.Lap topped with so many sticky notes reminding me of travesties,Like my demons monitoring my vanity,Through my fear of... Continue Reading →