Press Decline. It’ll Change Your Life

Honestly,Writing’s been quite different ever since I began my journey to sobriety.A journey where I don’t half-ass it like I’ve been for the past couple of years.Smoking my troubles away,As soon as I feel any kind of pain,While repeating to myself,“Today will be the day!”Yet,Can’t find the courage to ever let Mary Jane go.Even if... Continue Reading →

Cold, Cold World…

Cold Like,The winds of a broken home,Destroyed by tornadoes of trauma unworthy of excuses.Humanity stained by the blood of youth as a tradeoff for cigarettes and booze so,So illusive.So much cannabis to choose from,Yet,All come with an inevitable fall when you’re too “lit,”As you watch the ashes of your dreams sprinkle on a grave dug... Continue Reading →

Ha! We’re Running Circles Around you.

Trapped within 4 walls closing in on my sanity.Delusions of grandeur take over my mind the closer they get.Strong enough to push them away!I thought to myself…But,Scrunched I was.By the blindness I force myself to experience when hugging the likes of Mary Jane with my yellowed fingertips.Lonely,As I fall through the middle of a cloud... Continue Reading →

Which One Will I Wear Today?

Lately, It's been hard to write anything. Overthinking till my mind overflows with a sea of memories I drown into, Fatally. Because, A piece of me dies each time I dip my feet inside of it. A sea colder than the heart of a mother who gave up on her son too early despite of... Continue Reading →

The Smoke Won’t Fade

No one ever knows which day is their last. For some of us, It is an attachment similar to a bungee jump beneath a bridge. Instead of losing yourself inside of shallow waters poured by the outcries of Anger you haven't dealt with, That rope of smoke grabs you just in time to pull you... Continue Reading →

Blank Stare

Sometimes,All I can do is sit down and stare into space with a face more blank than a canvas painters are afraid to touch.Feel pinned against a wall with a dagger as big as my list of mistakes throughout the last three years of my pathetic existence.Seemingly possessed by a vengeful spirit too exhausted to... Continue Reading →

Jane Isn’t So Special After All

Jane often disappears after our brief interactions.And,Anytime we do,It always hits the fan while,Blowing up in smoke… What seems like a break from absorbing her hits,Is more like an instance of burning a bridge.The more that I’m given what numbs my soul,The more I’m distant from flames that wither when you,Let go… I see poison... Continue Reading →

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