Love Enough To Be Let Go – Day 45, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

On most nights,I don't believe I will ever be loved,Again.Difficult it is to think as I live my life through a journal and a pen.It's a hard-knock life I don't regret.After all,It's the only thing I know how to do while I flow from a chest,Inflated by hope while exhaling my sins… I'm not perfect.Like... Continue Reading →

I Just Think Differently – Day 2

There's not much I can really say,Being that I still don't want to live till this day.A feeling I've felt ever since the 5th grade,Going on to middle school where I was nothing!But,An outcast to pick on just to feel entertained.And,It didn't matter if I was home,Or,At school,It was all the same.A target for whomever... Continue Reading →

Binging On The Thought Of Death

What got me through a day of work?The possibility of killing myself after clocking out.Honestly,My only source of motivation as I'm nodding out every few seconds since it's taking everything I got in me!To…End the night,Without blood splatter in sight,Regardless of how desperate I am to,Die… What?Would you rather read the words of a liar... Continue Reading →

Incase… – Freewrite #49

Incase… Just in case this is the last opportunity I'll ever get to flush out a soul dirtied with bad memories I feel forced to remember above all else from the first second of each morning I don't want to wake. And, I get it. I'm blessed. To still have my family around. To still... Continue Reading →

My Little, Big Petri Dish

Blood, water, and bacteria amongst many other elements you can think of, we're made up of it. Doesn't matter how you slice and place it within a petri dish we're forced to call Earth, Home, however you want to address this ball of dirt we just happen to be on. And, as much attention I... Continue Reading →

Blind Rage

Episodes of rage take over when sober from love.Drunk by the thought of her for so long,But,It's time to show a different me.A different flow of rhythm where I only act up on a stage for the world to see.No fear while I drop bombs from a palm deterring naysayers from my life,Praying everyone survives... Continue Reading →

Echoing Joy

Although I feel empty,The crying winds of my ailing soul cool down my blood,Preventing from boiling over.Sure,Times are tough as I get through it without the human touch,But,Why not lift myself off of an edge while I still can?Before it's too late...With enough strength coursing through my body,I realize that I don't have to choose... Continue Reading →

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