"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Artist:Lost,Broken souls in search of meaning through mediums I call a gift and a curse.One can either sketch a drawing making eyes squint in disgust,Or widen eyes elated by the beauty they've immersed themselves in.A painter can either paint a picture framing a grin on your face,Or stain your mind with the kind of darkness... Continue Reading →
Pink Rangers are virtually all one in the same,Except the original.Kimberly set the standard on what beauty truly is,Brains,A fighter,And,A superhero with uncanny wits.It's just,Who she is...If only we were one in mind,Body,And,Soul.The only one I notice at an open mic warming up a room gone cold,By the Artist's refusal to be themselves.Cracking me out... Continue Reading →
An Asylum of artists is,Where my soul belongs.Normal?I am not.More so abnormal with how I belch from a belly growling for a song,I and others can say to.Grateful,I am,To exist as an outcast while on an edge as fatal as,Every slip into an abyss we can't climb back from… It's a blessing,Really,More than a curse... Continue Reading →
Sick…Of so many things!But,Mostly how we show each other love in the strangest of ways.Like,Our greetings on most days.Some start by saying,"Hey!How's everything?Hopefully you're doing swell!"Ending it there without a restraint even if they notice you aren't doing too well.You might even get a pat on the back,Maybe one on your ass,And!A big ole' middle... Continue Reading →
