Shapes,Sizes are all different,But,I still sense the same spirit within,Each body blocking my vision,From noticing the possibility to live life without her.Models in their own right representing who I truly desire without a doubt,Searching through the curves of another hoping it's her I encounter.Yet,It never works,Does it?All I'm left with are mannequins possessing a touch... Continue Reading →
Stamped In Blood – Day 323, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
No more hiding...No more will I use ink,Besides blood flowing on this page from my wounded body.Lacerations I must reveal hoping others see,And,Save themselves from suffering the same fate.Because,There's enough pain pulsating across a spirit we're all bound to feel,And,I'd rather lead others down a path where they can heal...If I must die alone,Then,So be... Continue Reading →
Detonation On The Dot – Day 322, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
"Hi!How are you?""I'm great!How are you?""I'm fine,Thank you.My name is (such and such),How about you?""Mine is (what you'll dream about),Nice to meet you!""I'm glad we caught up since we didn't get the chance to last time we'd seen each other.""Me too!"I really loved what you performed,It was amazing.""I can say the same about you,I appreciate... Continue Reading →
No More Mojo – Day 321, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Being around women while drunk and high was a different experience compared to being sober.Now that I've spent significant time away from Mary Jane,I've lost my touch with the ladies.A problem I'm sure Dr. Morgan wouldn't be able to fix.(Dr. Pepper chasing down Captain Morgan for those who don't know).And,It's disheartening,Especially when I'm at an... Continue Reading →
Pull The Plug – Day 320, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Pull the plug!And,Disconnect from the weed,From the drinks,From a scene full of kinks,Embedded in the heart of a swinger trying to get wet,And,Sink onto pestilence.If ascendance is the goal for a dreamer,Then,I'm grabbing my medicine,Rather than a sedative to get faded behind...I was so jaded,And,I see why.Now that I'm walking with a clear mind.My life... Continue Reading →
Different Kind Of Sprung – Day 319, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Sometimes I wonder if a woman will ever fall in love with me again.But,Nowadays I'm not so worried for a what-if,I have no control over.I'm quite sprung from the recoils of love when I walk outside,AndGreet another.Compliment someone's jazzy music tunes ringing bells inside of my eardrums.Being gregarious more often than being reclusive.The truth is,I'm... Continue Reading →
Blinding Lights – Day 318, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
I see you from a far,And,Wonder who you are,Deep down inside as I notice every scar,So beautiful to me...But,As soon as you get close enough,The brighter it becomes when I get blinded by the ring,I didn't place on a hand I want to hold close to me...A queen is what I see,Every time I lay... Continue Reading →
Love’s On The Edge – Day 317, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Love.Hardly shown until you're at the precipice of death.Whether it's your rotting flesh,Or,A dream you've decided to put to rest.Yet,The absence of affection is necessary for growth.When a tree grows,Some time is spent away from its presence until the leaves cry for water to overflow,What keeps them standing in place.Connected roots extending on their own,While... Continue Reading →
Peanut Butter And Jelly – Day 316, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are best eaten when the spread is thick.Globs of pure happiness being mushed around taste buds jumping around in excitement,Ecstasy.After countless days refraining from eating such sweet delicacies life has to offer,Balancing out the salty moments.But,What happens when all you have on your kitchen countertops,Inside the fridge,Are containers of PB... Continue Reading →
Role Reversal – Day 315, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Bad is good,Good is bad.Roles were reversed as soon as the "plan-demic" was put into play.As soon as we became desensitized to loving one another past what we could,And,Could not do for ourselves.As soon as "self-love" became more of a priority than holding each other's hand when wading through muddy waters,As muddy as our hearts... Continue Reading →