"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Communicating with what appears to be a mannequin.A voice box appears to be present as long as you press the right buttons without any damage.Yet,No matter what I say,The response will always be the same.So,Why even bother talking until the point of rage crawling up my spine?Silence,In this case,Seems so divine.I'd rather sit down,And,Write a... Continue Reading →
Flimsy.Ripping at the slightest tension.Such weak garbage bags I keep for baggage I carry,As heavy as each rejection I've suffered,Been blessed with,However I feel during the moment.It's why I change them as fast as I can,Before debris scatters all over my floor,Out of my control.Kind of like,My emotions encountering a new palm I grab,With a... Continue Reading →
You may be from out of town,But,Over here,You're pseudo-happiness is not allowed.Over here,Honesty's appreciated more than the frown you've turned upside down.Over here,We love one another regardless of pain everybody suffers,And,For that we are proud! Not a single politician is found in our home,Nor,Presidents,Dead or alive,Salivating to devour our soul,Unlike those hardened by illegal tender... 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 →
Cracks.Scuffs.Faded colors add more beauty onto photos we find difficult to look at again.Nothing to be scared of,Besides your refusal to acknowledge everything that made you who you are.To leave your inner child crying in a corner?Is what you'd expect in a heart full of cowardice.A heart giving up on itself regardless of its morning... Continue Reading →
Maybe,I don't know myself enough,After all.Everytime I get a bit of free time,I find myself plastered on to a wall!Trying to decide what to do,Where to go,And,Why?Without a reason ever coming to my mind…But,Here I am!Walking down the Lower East Side,Until I'm flattened by upsetting thoughts I couldn't iron out with my,Self.My inner-child hanging on... Continue Reading →
Writer's block!The dearest neighborhood for an outcast looking for a place to be,As the cream of the crop.Where we plant ideas sprouting luminous beauty the entire world stops!To admire.Thoughts growing from soil watered by blood,Sweat and tears in real time without being mocked by satire.A garden where war and lust have no opportunity to transpire,While... 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 →
Promises...I'm exhausted with,Making what I shouldn't keep while I'm lost in this,Thought process I've been trying to escape at all costs...Will it,Burn me alive,As I gas out and crash from being so sleep-deprived?Only God knows.All I know,Is the hard time I've been having,As I arrange a flow pattern,Used to depict a disaster,That couldn't be stopped... Continue Reading →
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