"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
As insipid as I feel,Do I really have a choice other than forcing my enthusiam?What I'd rather curb is my urge to sit calmly,And,Uppend my need to experience happiness.At least,That's how I feel on most days,But,It goes away as soon as I think about how often I've been burnt by haste.Rushing towards goals that needed... Continue Reading →
Stains.Cuts.Bruises.All represent your will to persevere through it all.Every night you've bawled,From the thought of everyone leaving you during your toughest moments.Every night you've stepped on a stage while heckled by the hopeless.Every morning you've went to work no matter how much you've despised a job paying for each show,And,A meal your closest friends weren't... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
