"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
An empty gas tank tends to form me into a languid bibliotaph uninterested in reading any stort falling into my lap,Too weak to bear the weight of.It isn't like it was years ago,Where I'd fight in urgency when dealing with an energy bar running low.Nowadays,I'd rather put my controller down,Accept my losses,And,See what tomorrow brings... Continue Reading →
The way she grabs hold of my palm when something's wrong is like,An anti-inflammatory.My eyes keep away from swelling as I get my hands deep into allegories,When writing poems for a heart caved in over stories,Of a boy who knows nothing else besides a smile,And,An aching chest where He,My inner child lays regardless of any... Continue Reading →
There's an innocence resting in her eyes I don't quite know how to explain. But, I'm mystified by her smile nonetheless. Not a clue I have of who she is,Yet,I would like to know.Her eyes withhold a story to tell,And,Luckily for me,I've grown to be a reader the older I get.I can't help,But,Wonder what the... Continue Reading →
Where do we begin in a story we were forced to write,For better,Or,For worse?A story with an ending we may,Or,May not see.I guess,We begin where it hurt us most.
Reaching the end of the last chapter in a book with a sequel to come is,Bittersweet to say the least.And,Here we are.At our mountain's edge,Just to climb back down,And,Scale the next.In a sense,Never can we grow tired of a story up to us to write as long as we change our pace.Say grace!All while being... Continue Reading →
Sex is already weird to begin with as a man who stands by his prudence.What's weird is a human's need to mix fluids,Rather than diving deep!Into each other's mind while becoming fluent,In love languages most of us don't speak,Anymore… Weirdly enough,Romance is dead,In exchange for lust,Many buy into for a moment in bed,At the cost... Continue Reading →
Regurgitating an experience you're better off leaving inside of your digestive tracts,Is equivalent to,Feeding on your own vomit,Until you vomit,Once again,Over its putrid smell and dubious taste.How often are we stranded in the middle of a desert,Left to eat what our bowels release onto sand making it harder to swallow?A mirage occurring in our minds,But,So... Continue Reading →
Satiated by the thrill of never knowing what'll come next.I love messing around with the thought of building a life away from booze,Weed and rough sex.Nothing else is more satisfying knowing I can sit in silence,Regardless of the war inside of a head,Containing the power to follow a light leading me ahead,Instead of being swallowed... Continue Reading →
Sometimes,I get so busy trying to find something,That I forget I already found something.A confusion making me sick with beliefs my inner child chooses not to believe.Like,Having no one to hold for the rest of my days,Even if it seemed as such.Until I realized what was in front of me for so long as I... Continue Reading →
Some stories are too good to check. Sometimes, Certain narratives sound too good to question, If it hooks you in the way it was meant to... But, How do you read in between lines that'll set you, Inside of a plot where your story ends? You, Simply don't... As an Author of a story that... Continue Reading →
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