"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Swollen?Or,Is it filled to the very edge,The point of inevitable implosion?My true question is,Above all else,Can it swallow Its own eruption,My voice box?Gulping down that debris and wildfire until it’s put out by the tears still held hostage?Because,A shouting match against the demons in my mind is one I can no longer afford.Because…Only God knows... Continue Reading →
You know,I accept it.That I'm not worthy of love from another.I don't even care,I just,Want to play a video game without feeling guilty.Want to take a walk through a garden without past demons trying to fill me with doubt.I just,Want to look into my mirror and be fine with what's there,Entirely.Not just one or two... Continue Reading →
Dying,On an earth that allows you to breathe.On an earth that allows you to eat.On an earth that allows you to drink.On an Earth that allows you to,DreamEverything we need to make our exit as graceful as possible...
Numb where I thought I'd never be.A temple disturbed by pressure I've refused to remove from my shoulders… "Got to get the next buck…I just,Need to know that I can eat tonight and the next…" Yet,All I can think of is,Cutting off each strap from a backpack scuffed by each of my attempts to either... Continue Reading →
If we're really meant to be,I want our first time to be special.No rush.Just,Two souls shining light amongst each other in the name of love.Letting time fly by in each other's arms,Without being desperate to touch each other in places I'd rather keep private... Aren't you sick and tired of the world normalizing what should... Continue Reading →
So weird,Writing this piece during my recovery.Because,I've lived a life rife with mistakes I'm trying to right before I'm dead,In a grave,With no chance to rebuttal each critic of my existence.And,I can't use a voice I've seemed to have burned out by belching complaint after complaint from the top of my lungs.All over anger and... Continue Reading →
Overthinking is a bad habit a lot of us get into.Every time I can't seem to make the pen move,I get confused,Because,It's all I want to do,But,When I wake up I tend a choose,A blunt I shouldn't be lighting up inside of my room.Clouded!By the smoke twirling all around me while I'm shrouded by so... Continue Reading →
Metaphors and punchlines?You get tired of forcing them when all you can think about is your recovery from,Pain.Whether it be emotional,Physical,Or both,Pain only gets stronger the more you sugarcoat what isn't meant to be sweet.So,I've had to cut back.Cutting back on similes and such invigorating my sweet tooth before I can no longer have any... Continue Reading →
A troubled mind travels through wind tunnels of angst and despair,Colder than a night below 30° without a blanket in sight.Forever cursed by idle hands refusing to write their own life story… Yet,On a search it goes!A search that won't conclude unless you face yourself along every waning goal,It promised it'd never let go of…... Continue Reading →
Eyes glare at me as if I'm a museum exhibit.Stuck behind walls made of glass,But,The art I display is not for show while I fix my act and revitalize my waning spirit.Yet,Others stare,And stare,With a chuckle here and there,After witnessing what most in New York city call a tragedy.A pair of hole-ridden shoes with the... Continue Reading →
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