A Butterfly In The Desert – Day 12, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Desert wastelands are home to the Wanderer.All you would find,In their mind,Is a beautiful mirage they've conjured from Hurt.Pain others minimized for reasons they may not be aware of,But,It's what gives the illusion its worth.Watering their phantasm until it becomes real,By growing out of their absurdity with honor… And,I guess I'm a Wanderer myself.Just,Walking,And walking,And... Continue Reading →

Just A Messenger – Day 3

At this point,I know I'll never find love again.I mean,I'm boring with a tendency to repent for my sins after gaining some sense,On what's more important in life.And,Most women I've encountered aren't into that… Especially,If you're a broken man!Like me.With zero dollars in a bank account to seize.Living with family that aren't family to me... Continue Reading →

Revolving Axis – Day 4 Of A True Journey, Truly

Revolutions!Never will be televised for the useless.Nonviable for eyes peeking out blinds,As it all occurs in the inside by,Putting down what you've been abusing,While you lay beside a mound of ash to prove it… Dubious Life is,For a monster stuck within another's pocket,With only one option!A game of peek-a-boo for a temporary view of a... Continue Reading →

Unconventional Freedoms

Dazed in a jungle of concrete.Sweat violently drips down onto its ground like acid burning through a sheet of paper.Frustrated,As I strike the walls of a shell I've been trapped inside of for longer than what I can be remembered.But,Now?Light peeks through each hole with each swing.With each cling.With each moment I choose to fight... Continue Reading →

Whoever She Is…

Women…They give you a confidence like,Putting your nonsense aside,To improve within timeTo fly… And,See things you never have,While holding the hand,Of a wife you trust will never let go regardless of where you stand,In a world with material in mind without shame while holding a glass,Of wine!Or,A blunt where they hide every truth they refuse... Continue Reading →

Numb To It All

Numb souls befriend pain.The only sense that gives life into their clotting veins.Whether it's through a slice out of their own image,In hopes to reconstruct what they hate to see.Or reliving memories,Reminiscing of a time they weren't lost,A version of themselves their inner child prays to be once again…

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