"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
The same, the same, the same, the same, the same! That's just how it's been for the past few weeks and it's driving me insane. I may have reached two months without smoking marijuana, but something is still missing. A part of myself still seems to be AWOL without ever wanting to come back… All... Continue Reading →
Maybe,My palms are hesitant to write every single day because,I fear my true feelings will keep driving others away like they've already done.So,Each time I sit up trying to encourage myself to write a poem,I just,Lay broken.Soaking my spirit in tears from not doing what my heart truly wants to do.And that's just…Sitting in silence.With... Continue Reading →
"Family, what is it good for?" Is what I find myself asking after being forced to wake up by sounds of death and depression produced by the void of my youngest relative's heart made of stone with malic acid for tears. For starters, disappointed I am in myself for still living under the roof of... Continue Reading →
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